Mechelle's POV
Alexander Duncan. I softly recited this name in my mind. He had hurt me so cruelly. Every word he spoke was like a sharp blade, slicing my flesh piece by piece. Yet, his embrace, his smile, his tenderness, though brief, still felt like a ray of sunlight piercing into the deepest part of my gloomy heart. That night of silence and embrace, the night when I had a fever, he stayed by my side the entire time...
He had cared for me once, hadn't he? Otherwise, how could he have stayed by my side the whole night when I had a fever?
I smiled helplessly. I hadn't forgotten that he was going to have his engagement ceremony on the 10th of next month. His happiness had nothing to do with me. The only connection between us now was the small, unborn life in my womb.
"Dear, have you ever loved anyone?" I suddenly asked.
