Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Chapter 206 Love Confession

Reginald’s POV

"Come, let me help you wash your hair," I said to Fiona, guiding her toward the water.

We’d discovered a stream close to the small settlement.

Since both my face and Allen’s were recognized by too many people, we couldn’t venture into the village.

For any supplies we required, we dispatched someone else to fetch them from the settlement. So we had to make do with this stream.

"Watch your step," I warned, leading Fiona down to the water’s edge and beginning to cleanse her. She remained silent.

Sometimes she’d gaze blankly into the distance, while other moments she’d be alert enough for conversation.

Yet Fiona frequently suffered mental collapses. She’d recall her brother and plead with me to return. She’d beg me to show her where I’d laid Draven to rest.

’We need to hold a proper funeral for him,’ she’d insist.

But naturally, we all understood that was impossible—not while we were on the run. Some also knew I’d abandoned Draven’s body without burial due to our desperate circumstances.

Fortunately, those people kept quiet.

"I feel awful," Fiona murmured, staring down at her hands while I washed her hair. "I’m nauseous..."

Fiona had been experiencing morning sickness, but the problem was... She frequently forgot about her pregnancy, and I couldn’t remind her since it would provoke a terrible reaction.

She’d remember the baby belonged to Allen and not me, which would send her into hysteria.

The real issue was that nobody knew the child wasn’t mine.

Everyone assumed Fiona carried my baby.

"It’s alright, my mother’s in the village. I’ve asked her to get something for you. You’ll feel better soon."

Fiona kept staring at her fingers. She was unclothed, but seemed indifferent to it. After I finished cleaning her, I brought her to the riverbank and dried her skin.

Then I helped her into fresh clothes.

"Reginald," Fiona whispered my name, watching me tie her shoelaces. She reached out and touched my cheek, making me pause.

"What is it?" I raised my head and met Fiona’s pallid face. The difficult pregnancy and her sorrow had devastated her.

"I love you, Reginald," Fiona said. "I love you and I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you."

For a moment, I couldn’t find words to respond, but Fiona continued her heartfelt confession.

"I love you. I’ve loved you since we were children. You might not have noticed. You might not care, or recall that we’d met before, but I always remembered you and always wanted you. Thank you for being my mate. Thank you for standing by me. Thank you for everything you’ve endured because of me."