Married On Paper To The Billionaire - Chapter 61

Married On Paper To The Billionaire Chapter 61 Chapter 61: Fear Of The Unknown Nov 22, 2024 When Emilia regained consciousness, it was dark and she could smell the delicious aroma of beef stew. She was in so much pain that the only part of her body that she could move was her eyes. Had he somehow managed to survive that terrible crash and brought her here after all? How was she going to escape now? She heard the footsteps coming towards the room and a male voice humming a tune. Who was that? Her saviour or her captor?

The fear of the unknown made her nervous but she couldn't get up from the bed to hide. She seemed pinned to the spot. A few seconds later, a strange man showed up at the doorway, holding a mug. When he saw that she was awake, his eyes lit up. "You're awake!" He exclaimed. "I knew you'd make it. You've always been a champ." Emilia was confused. She wanted to talk but her throat was dry and achy. The man strolled closer to the bed and looked down at her adoringly. His hair was grey and unkempt. His wrinkled face was covered in age spots and shaggy grey beards.

He wore too many layers of clothes which were dirty and wrinkled beyond restoration. The stranger looked to be about 60-ish and he was tall but lanky. When he grinned, Emilia saw that his teeth hadn't seen the bristles of a toothbrush in a very long time. "There's no need asking how you're doing, 'cause I can see you're battered real good," he said and sat on the chair beside the bed. "I found you near the beaver ditch while I was hiking earlier today. I had to scoop you up and bring you back here before anyone else came by.

Lucky me." Emilia wanted to speak but her dry throat wouldn't let her. She cleared it and immediately regretted doing so because the effort sent sharp barbs of pain shooting down her neck and back. "Ah, pardon my manners, darling. I should have brought you some coffee," the man said. "here, take mine." He put the mug near her face but Emilia pursed her lips, rejecting the offer. Hell would freeze over before she shared a cup with this dirty old man. "What's wrong with you? Aren't you thirsty?" When she wouldn't open her mouth, he finally gave up. "Fine. Suit yourself.

I was just trying to help." He lifted the mug to his lips and drank the content hungrily. When he was done, he sighed with satisfaction and belched loudly. "There, that was some delicious coffee," he bragged. "I brewed it myself. I do everything here by myself. It used to be me and Billie but ever since... ever since she was taken from me, I've been all alone." Emilia wondered who Billie was. He seemed to read the question in her eyes and he answered it. "She was my little girl," he said. "She was about your age. Her momma died giving birth to her.