Forbidden Heat novel Chapter 209

“Reiner was supposed to kill you…” I said with sudden realization. Lucien was his target and killing my mother was a mistake.

“I can’t imagine the shock he must have felt when he found out he killed the wrong person. Reiner was probably told to kill whoever was driving that car and that was precisely what he did. After all, I usually never lend my car to anyone back in the days,” Lucien said in a strained voice like he was tired and running out of breath.

“Who is behind all this? Who targeted you? Why…Why did my mother have to die?” I wailed in a voice wrecked by my own sobs.

I felt dizzy as I began crying hard, wailing out loud like a lost child. Tears streamed down my face, and I found it difficult to breath. My eyes were burning with tears and soon I wasn’t able to see clearly anymore. Lucien didn’t say anything more, neither did he answer any of my questions. He just hugged me tightly to his chest as I cried my eyes out.

I cried for my mother and the times we could have shared if she had lived longer. I cried for the three men whose lives got pulled into this unfortunate tangle of fate. Lastly, I cried for myself.

Just like when I had a nightmare when I was a child, Lucien comforted me until I fell into a deep sleep.

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A few weeks had passed and the only good thing that came about was the complete disappearance of my morning sickness. I honestly don’t understand why they call it morning sickness when the sickness of literally hit you at any random time of the day. Regardless, I read up on a bunch of articles and recommended books regarding pregnancies and what to expect. I spent most of the time at Edward’s penthouse because it was closer to the office than the mansion.

Another surprising change was that Edward seemed to be freer from his work obligations and had so much time for me. Since I was discharged from the hospital, Edward visited me three times for the first week. The second week, he was spending time in the penthouse with me almost every day. On top of that, he drove me to and from work as well.

He cooked me healthy breakfast and made sure that I had healthy dinners. We ate out at many restaurants together for dinner and on some occasions, Edward would put in the effort to cook dinner for us. I learnt that Edward was a very talented cook and all the food he made seemed to suit my tastebuds very well.

“I’m moving in here starting next week,” Edward stated casually as he stood behind the stove while making us breakfast.

“…what?” I asked blankly.

“I’m moving in to live here with you,” Edward repeated as he placed plates and utensils on the dining table in front of me.

“…o…k” I said, still feeling a little confused.