My Disabled Husband Has A Secret novel Chapter 4

Author's POV

Duke, dressed in an expensive black custom-made suit, was lounging in the main seat of the semicircle leather sofa while drumming his fingers on the armrest when his phone started ringing.

Duke picked up the call. It was Mark.

“I understand. I’ll be there soon!”

After ending the call, Duke’s entire demeanor gave off a cold vibe, causing the temperature in the room to drop abruptly.

He put on the mask. Taking the walking stick he came out of the room.

He looked at Lelia's room and saw the door was open. He looked entered the room but she wasn't there.

"Where is she? Did she run away?"

Duke took out his phone when he heard Lelia's voice from back.

"What are doing in my room? Do you need something?"

Duke put the phone into his pocket and turned around slowly.

Lelia looked at him. On his face was a black masquerade mask, covering most of his face.

The mask exposed his thin lips.

"Where were you?" Duke asked her. His tone was cold and masculine.

"There was no food in the kitchen, so I went to buy some groceries. Are you going somewhere?" Lelia asked him

"Yes" Duke answered

"Why don't you wait for some time? I will make you a quick breakfast. You should not neglect your health" Lelia looked at his deep blue eyes. She really found them beautiful.

Without answering, Duke Walked out of the room and went to the dining table. He sat down on a chair.

Lelia smiled and ran into the kitchen.

"It will take a few minutes only," Lelia said and started making breakfast.

Duke kept looking at her sharply. He wanted to know what this woman was thinking.

"Here is it" Lelia put the breakfast before him

Duke looked down. She served him sandwiches and a glass of water. It was very simple yet he felt different. He felt a home vibe from it which he never felt after his mom passed away.

Lelia felt nervous when she noticed Duke was staring at the food instead of eating.

"Did you find it uneatable? No, it is looking fine. Wait, don't tell me he didn't know what food it is?" Lelia felt pity for him.

"Why don't you try it? Even if you never eat this, trust me, it is not bad," Lelia spoke up, which made Duke surprised.

"Did the girl say I never eat this? What did she think of me?" Duke was somehow annoyed. He picked up the spoon and started eating.

Watching him eating neatly, Lelia was shocked. Where did he learn table manners?

"Why don't you take off your mask? Aren't you feeling uncomfortable wearing it while eating?" Lelia asked.

Duke stopped eating and looked at her.

"I don't want to. I don't want you to lose your appetite looking at my face," Duke said calmly, then drank the juice.

Lelia looked away. She felt guilty. I shouldn't have asked him. It must be painful for him.

"I am sorry," Lelia apologized to him.

Duke didn't answer.

"I am going to visit my Mom, today. I will be home before dinner" Lelia said

"Are you going your home?" Duke asked her

"No. My Mom was admitted to the hospital. Today is her surgery" Lelia

"Oh right. You were going somewhere, right? Shall we leave together?"

"No. My friend will come to pick me up. I will be back at night" Duke said and wiped his lips.

Lelia nodded and stood up.

"What about your breakfast?" Duke asked as she only prepared his breakfast.

"I will eat with Father. Come back before dinner" Lelia said and left from there.

Duke took out his phone and called Mark.

"Yes, Boss"

"Tell our men to follow Lelia from distance. I want every information on her movement" Duke was unable to understand her. He wanted to know if she was really innocent as she looked...

"Yes, Boss" Mark answered

At Hospital

After talking to Angelia, Lelia and David come outside. Soon the operation started.

Lelia was crying. David wrapped his hand around her. Lelia put her head on her Father's chest

"Don't cry dear. Your mom will be okay. She is strong. You know it, don't you?" David tried to comfort her.

After three hours doctors come out of the operation room.

David and Lelia stood up. "Doctor, how is my wife?" David asked. He was shaking.