His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 206: Just His Contact.

Chapter 206: Just His Contact.

Arissa sighed.

She just watched the room decoration but could not be a part of it. The Rainbow-styled nursery was spacious and lovely, a nice and accurate place she would love her child to grow in.

The decorations alone were beginning to provoke her ovaries. She frankly doesn’t want to imagine what next might be provoked if she joins in the laugh-filled decoration.

Her palm went to her stomach.

Rubbing it softly, she released a deep sigh before turning to the door. She wants to leave this place. She promised Mrs. Wyatt to help but she honestly couldn’t stand the sight of everything anymore.

Reaching for the doorknob, she heard Mrs. Wyatt’s voice. "Dear," and then, she heard footsteps. Not turning away from the door, she could tell that Mrs. Wyatt was already walking closer to her.

Mrs. Wyatt stood a step away from her. "Are you tired already?"

Arissa shook her head. Turning to Mrs. Wyatt, she said, "I haven’t touched a thing. I’m not tired, I just feel like leaving this place." she took a deep breath, "Maybe, I could prepare snacks for you all,"

Mrs. Wyatt smiled thinly. "It’s alright, Lyra would work on arranging the snacks. You can leave, it’s almost evening. For now, go back to your room and take a short rest if you want to. I’d invite you over when dinner is ready."

Arissa shook her head again. "I’d just prepare dinner now. When I’m done, I’d invite you all over," she told Mrs Wyatt.

Mrs. Wyatt smiled. She scanned the nursery and looked back at Arissa, "What do you think?" she asked, concerning the design of the room.

Arissa’s eyes swept over the place, "It’s lovely. A lot of happy vibes surround the design. I only think the toys should be reduced a bit." she applaud their artwork and laid her suggestion down.

She won’t want her child_ no, whosoever child that would use this room to become a playing god or goddess. The toys Mrs. Wyatt arranged in the room make her wonder if the woman was about to open a toy store.

Mrs. Wyatt’s heart was gladdened hearing Arissa’s contribution. Now it might only be a contribution with words, but she knew and believed that soon a mini-me of the couple would be Arissa’s contribution to the nursery.

Arissa gave the woman a light hug, strengthened by all the love she have for the woman. Mrs. Wyatt hugged her back and even stroked her hair with tenderness.

Parting the hug, Arissa smiled at Mrs. Wyatt before leaving the nursery. Shutting the door behind her, her breath hitched, slowly her hand went underneath her tank top and began stroking her bare stomach with her thumb.

She relaxed on the door before shutting her eyes. She smiled when she imagined the feeling of a little creature kicking inside of her.

The feelings were so beautiful and natural to Arissa. Her heart never stops pounding hard from her imagination.

It was a good feeling, too good to be true but she don’t want it. The relationship she has with Nicklaus was far from okay which makes it impossible for her to want his seed

Who knows, she might end up becoming more worst than her mother. And Nicklaus, he doesn’t seem like one who wants a child. What if they have this child and he ends up hating the child?

Nicklaus doesn’t like her. She was a thousand and one percent sure of that. It was only lust between them. He only has eyes on her body and what if when she has his child, maybe a place or two, ends up having fat in them and he doesn’t look at her again?

Dreed filled Arissa’s heart at the thought of Nicklaus no longer looking at her. She knew that would only happen if she have a child with him.

Nicklaus won’t die anytime soon and the Wyatt family doesn’t look like one who needs an heir so she knew Mrs. Wyatt wasn’t doing this to get an heir from her...but, there was still a but.

At the end of the day, when he doesn’t look at her anymore and the dislike intensifies to hate, would he pass that hate feeling to the child?

Would he loathe the child’s presence just like her mother had loathed her presence? Or perhaps, he might see her as a manipulator who wants to use the child to impose specialties on him.

She shook her head again in deep thought before leaning away from the door. She raised her top off her body and started at her flat abdomen for a while.

Releasing a deep breath, she covered her abdomen with her top before walking away to the elevator. Getting to the staircase, she took her phone out of her pant pocket. She searched for his number. Strangely, her heart calmed down just by starting at his contact.

Typing out a text, [Would you be home for dinner tonight?] She pressed the send button and sent it over to Nicklaus. Not sure if he would reply to her, she dropped her phone into her pocket.

At that moment, a message notification resounded from her pocket. Her eyes suddenly turned cheerful and alive again.

[Yes, Why?] The message was all formal but it was able to make a smile cover her lips - a smile she wasn’t aware of.

By this time of the day, she could tell he was a hundred percent busy. The two words were understandable and highly appreciated by her.

She typed back. [I would prepare dinner tonight. Have plans for a special meal?]

This time, the message wasn’t replied to immediately like the other one. After a minute of staring at her phone with no response from him, she walked down the staircase and went into the kitchen.

Relaxing on the counter, her phone sent her another notification. She thinned her lips and flipped her phone over.

[If this would be okay by you and not stressful, I would love Charred Broccolini with Tahini Caeser and Crispy chicken lap]

Another message came immediately after that, [Ask Lyra for anything you need and when it gets taxing, let go of it. Don’t wait up, eat dinner early and go to bed]

Arissa smiled reading his message. Replying an okay to them, she rubbed her forehead to wash the smile off her face.

Washing her hands, Arissa began the preparation. She don’t know why she was doing this, but she found herself loving it. Cooking for him wasn’t taxing rather, it gave her all joy and always came from the deepest chamber of her heart....

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