The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 75

''Here are the pills,'' I put them on her hand before handing her the glass of water in which she takes, consuming them afterwards.

My phone starts to ring from downstairs which causes me to break the trance and glance at Kenna for a couple of seconds, ''That's probably work. Get some sleep,'' I say before quickly stepping out of the room and walking down the stairs; leaving her without a second glance even though I know she wanted to ask me why was I acting like that.

I pick up the phone, ''Flynn, I told you—''

He stutters, ''—Mr. Ashton, I'm sorry!'' His voice surprises me as I place my hand on the kitchen counter, waiting for her to continue. ''We—we lost the tender. I'm sorry,'' He adds.

I stay quiet for a few seconds, knowing this was a risk I took and now I must face it. I begin to pinch the bridge of my nose before running my fingers through my already thickening hair, starting to feel stressed out about this matter. Not because of the decision I made to disappoint Mr. Otawaki but because of the losing the tender when he could've agreed to sign it and go through it later. Unfortunately, he doesn't trust me enough to go through the process informally.

''Have you sent the files through email?'' I ask, changing the subject.

He hesitates at first, ''I have, sir.''

''Thank you, Flynn.'' I reply without waiting for him to respond as I end the call; placing my phone on the kitchen counter, harder than intended before letting out a deeper sigh, feeling somehow disappointed yet I knew the risk and I knew the consequences when dealing with a company from Japan. They tend to get serious with matters like this and I have unfortunately, disappoint them.

Within seconds, I'm already sitting in my office near my room with the computer screen shining brightly in front of me as I type the day away. My shoulders and neck are straining but I continue to go through the files from the email before finishing the rest of my work, not even realising how long I've been sitting at the same spot and just type my hours away.

I close my eyes as I turn to see the sky has darkened, making me glance down at my wrist watch—surprised to see the time.

''Damn,'' I mutter before leaning back on my seat, head aching and shoulders straining. At least a lot of my works are complete, which means I won't have to go through them again in the nearest future unless I procrastinate and leave them unintended for a couple of weeks until their deadline.

My eyes widen as soon as I realise about Kenna which causes me to push myself up from the seat and walk straight towards her room, pushing the door to find her sleeping soundly on the middle of her bed, not bothered by my presence.

The pills must've put her in a deep sleep.

I walk towards her before placing my hand on her forehead, feeling her body less warmer than before which eases me. My eyes gaze down to her body as I pull onto the comforter to cover more than just beneath her waist, knowing that she might wake up from being cold and uncomfortable; so, she shouldn't.

I sit beside the bed, my hand slowly reaching out for hers—afraid if I might wake her up as soon as my warmth mix with hers but she remains asleep. My hand grips onto her, making me examine the wedding ring, perfectly fit in her ring finger; I have measured it on the day I proposed, when I just grabbed onto her hand and took a few seconds to confirm that she has an average size.

''It suits you,'' I mutter with a smile plastered onto my face, making me think of the moments we can create if I just confess but I fear rejection.

Placing the side of my head on the bed as I remain holding onto her hand without having any intention of letting go, ''Can we just pretend that you're listening? Even though you're not,'' I peek to look up at her face, seeing her eyes closed and her breathing at ease.

''Can I love you, Kenna?'' My voice almost inaudible.