99 Days Trapped in the Body of the Royal Prince’s Wife - Chapter 69

The next day ….

Michael woke up, at 6 a.m. to be exact. He turned his head, glanced at Casey who was beside him, still motionless like an undead. The man tilted his body, slightly closer to his lover’s body, then gently wrapped his arms around her stomach.

“Casey…Do you know, I still remember the first time we met. You are very formal, but slowly you want to be close to me, but you are very shy,” Michael said softly. Slowly his hands touched Casey’s smooth and pale face which had several medical types of equipment attached to the mouth and nose.

“You used to be very flat, but I know ….behind that flat attitude because you are an unhappy girl, longing for love from parents … But I’m happy when I can be someone who can make you smile, finally I see your sweet smile which is only for me,” he continued with teary eyes.

Michael sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“But I’m also the cause of your sadness…I always make you sad without realizing it… I’m too busy, I don’t care about you. I’m an asshole… I always disappoint you, but you are always patient with that attitude,” Michael said, remembering how he often fought with Casey, then reconciled because Casey always said “with you, it hurts, but not being with you will hurt more”

“Please wake up … I promise, I will not upset you again. You will be a priority in my life … I will not let you cry again, I will not let your thirst for love again,” said Michael who was already crying. sad, he was tired of seeing Casey just lying limply, not giving the slightest response.

Check…

Michal immediately wiped his tears, then sat up and saw who came. What came was the nurse who always took care of Casey, named Berta, who was about 30 years old.

“Hey,” said Michael. “You’ll check on her condition,” he continued.

“Yes, sir. Now is the time for her to get treatment,” said Berta.

“Okay then,” Michael shouted then got up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom because he had to wash his face and brush his teeth.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Michael went back to Casey who was being changed very carefully by the nurse. His lover is now in a sideways position, with a pillow deliberately placed on her back and buttocks. Her lover is like a statue that surrenders no matter how the nurse changes her position.

“So sad,” Michael whispered.

“She’s beautiful,” said Berta, who was sitting down, looking after Casey, who had her routine every morning. “You are so lucky to get her, to get her heart…You have to be optimistic that she will recover.”

“Do you have any belief that she will come back to her senses?” Michael asked.

“For that, we must always be optimistic because God does not like people who give up,” answered Berta.

“Then Is it true that if we remove the medical equipment she will surely die?” Michael asked again.

“It’s possible that she will die because it was the device that helped her to stay afloat . . but I hope neither your family nor you ever decide to ask the doctor to remove the equipment because we don’t know if Miss Casey wants to give up. She did fall asleep but we don’t know if she heard us or not if she screamed to survive or give up, so I hope this gear is never removed.” Berta Casey.

Michael let out a shaky breath, feeling sick and impatient. .”But nothing has changed at all… How long will she be like this?”

“I also can’t answer because this is all God’s will,” said Berta, focusing on wiping Casey’s back.

Feeling that he got an answer that was not what he wanted, Michael decided to leave the room. He walked towards the kitchen, accidentally met Mia who had just come out of the kitchen with a drink in a small yellowish-white bottle.

“Hey, what time did you get home last night?” Michael asked.

“Uh, around 11 o’clock,” Mia replied then continued walking towards the living room but Michael stopped her by holding her right hand.

Mia glanced at her handheld by Michael then glanced at Michael seriously.

“I thought you already read my message,” she said.

“Yes, I’ve read it ..,” Michael said with a strange feeling. “I didn’t like your attitude at that time… But I also can’t make a decision. My current position is very heavy. And I need you…You have to understand me…”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like being a mistress,” said Mia, then took Michael’s hand from hers. She walked further into the living room with a faint smile. ‘Okay, I’ll make you come after me,’ she thought.

Seeing Mia’s unkind response to him, Michael felt even more annoyed. ‘Casey is like an undead, Dan Mia … Mia seems to be pulling me to always be close to her … Or am I attracted to her. Ugh, damn… What kind of feeling is this!’

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Clara got up earlier than Nathan. She immediately left the room, walked across the stairs to the ground floor while looking at the atmosphere that was still very quiet. She only saw a few maids starting to cook, some starting to clean every room.

‘Looks like Patricia hasn’t woken up yet. .this is a chance for me to enter Frederica’s room and get some hair,’ Clara thought.

“Good morning, ma’am,” said one of the maids, let’s say her name was Maria, about 25 years old and still single.

“Hi, Maria,” Clara said with a warm smile.

“Would you like something?” asked Mary.

“Emmm…” Clara rolled her eyes as if in thought. “Please prepare one toast with chocolate jam and hot tea. Then put it on the living room table.”

“Very well, ma’am.”

after Maria walked into the kitchen, Clara continued walking towards Frederica’s room which was not far from the living room while Patricia’s room was in the guest room.

Check…

Clara opened the door slowly, glancing at the atmosphere in the white room, it looked very quiet but she saw the babysitter packing while Frederica was still sleeping.

“Annie,” said Clara after closing the door again and then walking towards the medium size bed where Frederica was sleeping. “Are you packing?”

“Yes, ma’am…Last night Mr. Nathan asked me to pack up early in the morning because he will take us back to his family’s mansion before he goes to the office,” explained the babysitter named Annie.

“Too bad, but I like her here,” said Clara, sitting on the edge of the bed right next to Frederica’s head.

“She likes it here too, but . . . Mr. Nathan doesn’t like it,” said Annie.

“Yeah, I think you already know why..then we just need to be quiet, because if Nathan gets angry everything will be messed up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clara was silent, glancing at Frederica’s slightly long hair and then lightly brushing it, hoping to get a strand or two out of it.

‘She doesn’t look like Nathan or Mommy Diana at all. She looks a lot like Patricia and Aunt Liora,’ Clare thought as she continued to fiddle with Frederica’s hair. ‘Wouldn’t descendants also sometimes bear some resemblance to the father’s side of the family, even if it’s a little. but how come Frederika has no resemblance to Nathan’s family at all… Even her eyes, eyebrows, lips, nose, only resemble Patricia and aunt Liora. Who is her real father if not Nathan?’

After a few minutes had passed relaxing while refreshing Frederica’s hair, Clara didn’t get the slightest tuft of hair. He decided to cut it while Annie was on the toilet, then tucked the hair into her pajama pocket.

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