Chapter 154

Christina froze for a moment, then shoved him away with disgust.

"Move."

The pain from his wound almost knocked him out. He staggered back a few steps, then dropped to one knee, barely holding himself up with his arm.

"Quit faking it," Christina said coldly, then walked over to the dining table and sat down, eating like he wasn't even there.

Bob stepped forward to help him, but William pushed him away.

He struggled to his feet and walked to the table. "Christina, I'm sorry. I finally get why you wanted me gone."

Christina didn't respond, continuing to eat calmly, treating him like he was invisible. Even if she wanted to keep the baby, to bring back the Harper she lost, it didn't mean she forgave William, or that he could be the child's father.

William's body was on the verge of collapse after the long journey. He swayed, barely able to stand.

Bob stepped forward and supported him. "Mr. Cavendish, you need to rest. We should get you to the hospital to check that wound. It could be serious if not treated properly."

William nodded. "Alright."

Christina noticed something was wrong with him, but she just glanced at him coldly and continued her dinner.

William felt a sharp pain in his heart. Now, he finally understood Christina's situation.

The next day, while Christina was out at the architecture firm, he called in some help. They spent the whole day cleaning and buying things, finally filling the empty room.

The once-empty room was now a cozy nursery, with cute stickers, pink decor, and a small rocking crib. He even placed the two toys he brought back from abroad by the bed.

Bob brought him a cup of hot water and advised, "Mr. Cavendish, your body hasn't recovered yet. You shouldn't overdo it."

William looked around the room, satisfied. "It's nice. Close the door for now."

Bob helped him downstairs, then turned back to close the room door.

After changing the dressing on his wound to prevent infection, Bob urged him several times to go to the hospital, but he refused, changing the dressing himself. "You can go now. Only bring me important matters from the company."

"Alright, Mr. Cavendish," Bob sighed and left quickly.

It was late when Christina returned. She turned on the light and was startled to see William sitting on the couch. But she ignored him and headed upstairs.

William suddenly woke up and called out, "Christina."

She paused slightly and turned back, her voice indifferent. "What is it?"

Seeing that she was willing to respond, William's face lit up with joy. He quickly walked over. "I want to show you something."

"I'm not going," Christina refused.

"It's just upstairs," William gently took her hand.

Christina stiffened and shook off his hand. "If you want to go, go. Don't touch me."

William didn't mind and led her to the room on the second floor. Once she was standing there, he opened the door. "Look."

Christina was stunned. She looked around the room, which was warmly decorated, much like the room from her past life. The walls were adorned with playful stickers, the ceiling with handmade paper cranes and airplanes, and string lights twinkled softly.

The small bed rocked gently, and she could almost see baby Harper lying there, smiling and cooing at her.

She walked in as if in a trance, touching the decorations and picking up the stuffed animals on the bed.

"I brought these back from my trip abroad. I think our daughter will like them. The room is still a bit empty, but we can fill it up little by little, preparing for the baby's arrival," William said gently.

Christina turned to him, the warmth in her eyes quickly suppressed.

"I never said I was keeping this baby."

William took a deep breath and said sincerely, "I know. I'll respect your choice. But I want you to see that I'm ready to be a father."

Christina looked at the cozy room, but memories of the past made her fear he might reveal his true, monstrous nature at any moment.

She shook her head, suppressing the warmth in her heart. "That's your business."

With that, she turned and left, returning to her own room.

William felt a sharp pain in his chest. He leaned on the bed for support, feeling slightly better.

Christina lay in bed, gently stroking her belly, her emotions in turmoil. Could William really be a good father?

She wanted Harper back, but as Harper's mother, she knew her child well. In the past life, Harper had always longed for a father, even though she pretended to be strong and comforted Christina, saying it was okay without one.

Some things, once started, couldn't be changed.

Would fate's trajectory continue to align with the past after a delay? She couldn't be sure.

The next morning, the table was filled with a variety of breakfast foods.

Christina was startled when she came downstairs. William immediately stood up. "I heard you have a poor appetite during pregnancy. See if there's anything you like."

"You don't need to bother. I have no appetite," Christina said calmly.

"You're pregnant. You should eat something," William said, coughing lightly.

Christina looked at his expression, feeling like he had changed since his return. He seemed less aggressive, more gentle and cautious.

She felt it might be her imagination. After thinking for a moment, she sat at the table and slowly ate breakfast.

William's face lit up with joy. He quickly served her more food. "Eat more."

She didn't speak. After finishing her meal, she went to work as usual. Lunch and dinner were delivered, with healthy and varied dishes filling the table, drawing teasing comments from others.

She felt uncomfortable with the attention. After working late, she went to William's room to tell him to stop with the extravagant meals.

But when she opened the door slightly, she saw a projector running, displaying a lecture on the wall about how to care for a pregnant woman.