Chapter 18

Priscilla's POV

A smirk played on my lips as I observed Max's struggle to speak. I was well aware of his lack of storytelling skills, considering he was a wealthy individual. Nevertheless, I intended to teach him a lesson.

"I have something better than a story."

Max's unexpected statement caught my attention, causing me to narrow my eyes in curiosity. What did he mean by having something better than a story?

Confused, I questioned him with a frown, "What?"

Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate, instantly capturing my interest. I had been longing for indulgences like chocolate.

With a smile, Max asked, "Do you want it?" I eagerly nodded in response.

He handed me the chocolate, and I gratefully accepted it.

"Priscilla, I sincerely apologize for my actions. I felt helpless and didn't want someone like Nelly to raise my child. I was willing to go to any lengths to ensure the safety of my baby," Max explained.

I responded sternly, "Your apology cannot change the fact that I am. pregnant without my consent.

" I know and I'm sorry. "Max said, I decided not to say anything and just focused on eating my chocolate… I didn't want to think about things that would make me angry and sad.

Max's POV

I let out a sigh. I knew it was probably not a good idea to bring up the past, but I just wanted Priscilla to know how sorry I was for what I did to her. When it happened, I felt helpless, and it led to me hurting her. Watching her eat the chocolate I gave her, I couldn't help but feel happy that she seemed to be enjoying it like a little kid. I had been anxious earlier, wondering where she had gone, and if she was okay. I tried to think of a logical reason for why I felt this way, but I couldn't deny that it was because she was carrying my baby.

A knock on the door brought me back to reality. "Come in," I said. The maid opened the door and Nicolas walked in, holding a paper bag from McDonald's.

"Thank you, man," I said, walking over to him.

Nicolas looked annoyed but didn't say anything. As he handed Priscilla the bag, she jumped off the chair and opened it, revealing a burger, fries, and a cola. Nicolas and I exchanged glances, surprised at her appetite.

"Won't you at least thank me or apologize for ruining my handsome sleep?" Nicolas complained, looking annoyed.

Priscilla chewed her burger and ignored Nicolas until she swallowed. "Sorry, what were you saying?" she asked innocently, looking up at him with her big eyes.

I pinched Nicolas's arm to prevent him from saying anything rude. Priscilla was pregnant, and I could understand why she was behaving this way.

Nicolas forced a smile, hiding his annoyance. "Nothing, I was just asking how you're feeling today."

"I'm fine, just hungry," Priscilla responded, going back to her burger.

"I'll take care of your meal schedule from now on. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so I won't have to wake up this late when you're hungry," Nicolas said.

"Well, I'm pregnant, you never know when I'll get hungry. You'll have to get used to it. And besides, you helped him, so it's time to pay the price," Priscilla said nonchalantly, sipping her cola.

"I didn't support him, he forced me to agree with him. You know how Max is once he's made his decision. Please, keep me out of this," Nicolas shamelessly said. I couldn't believe he was trying to save his skin.

"Is that so?" Priscilla asked, looking at Nicolas, who quickly nodded his head.

"If you didn't help him, then we're friends," she said, smirking.

"You're so sweet, Priscilla. You should punish him so badly that he'll regret tricking you," Nicolas said, and Priscilla's eyes gleamed with mischief.

"You're right. I like you already. And thank you for the meal," Priscilla said, smiling. Nicolas smiled back and got up.

"I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow," he said, and Priscilla waved him goodbye. He smirked at me before walking out of the room.

Watching her smile, I realized I wanted to see her like this all the time.

"Are you full now?" I asked, plopping down next to Priscilla, who looked like she could fall asleep any second.

"Yeah, I'm stuffed... I just wanna crash... I'm dead tired," Priscilla mumbled, resting her head on the couch. The empty food bag sat on the coffee table, a testament to our feast.

"You gotta take your medicine before you pass out," I reminded her. Priscilla's eyes shot open, and she sat up straight, suddenly alert.

"I'm not taking any damn medicine," she protested, trying to make a break for it.

"Priscilla, you need to take it. It'll help with the pain," I insisted.

"No way, I'm not putting anything bitter in my mouth. No, no, no," Priscilla declared, getting up from the couch and heading towards the door. I let out a sigh and followed her.

"Quit stalking me, I'm not changing my mind," she grumbled as she walked down the empty hallway toward her room. I kept trailing behind.

"I'll take you to the park if you take your meds," I offered, trying to strike a deal.

"I'm not falling for that," she said, attempting to close the door, but I quickly intervened by placing my feet in the way.

"Please take your medicine... You can tell me anything you want, and I'll do it, I promise," I pleaded, hoping she would agree.

"Okay... I want to smash your face. Will you allow me to?" she asked, and I couldn't help but gulp. Why did it have to be my face? Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice in the matter. Ensuring her and the baby's health was my top priority, no matter the cost.

"Alright," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I also want to find a job and work, I can't just rely on you," she added, with a hint of determination in her voice. As if finding a job was even an option at this point.

"You will not work," I stated firmly, trying to make it clear that this was non-negotiable.

"But if I'm not working, then I won't be able to afford my medicine," Priscilla stubbornly retorted. Ah, there she goes again, being stubborn as ever.

I couldn't help but sigh. "Where do you think you'll find a job without any education or experience? You can't just snap your fingers and expect to be employed," I said, trying to inject some common sense into her head.

"I could be a maid or something," Priscilla stubbornly suggested.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you even know how to cook? Or use a washing machine? Or a dishwasher? Or an iron? I highly doubt it. Just focus on your studies and yourself. You are carrying my baby so I will buy all the medicine. ," I said, perhaps a little harshly. Priscilla broke into sobs, letting go of the door and rushing to the bed, still sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck!! How do I deal with this for 9 fucken months?