Christian Greys brow was furrowed with concern as he felt Anastasias body in his arms, cold as if she had been pulled from an ice cave, devoid of any warmth. He strode quickly through the living room, pausing for a moment to glance at Claire Randall who was still lying on the sofa, a hint of affection in his eyes.
Christian instructed Mrs. Lee to look after Anastasia and then carried the seemingly sleeping Claire carefully back to the bedroom. After his shower, with his body still emitting a faint scent, he leaned down to kiss the forehead of the person in bed and whispered, "Goodnight!"
He turned to leave, but a small hand grabbed the corner of his shirt. The person in bed hummed affectionately, half-closing her eyes, "Christian, youre back."
"Mm, Im going to rest now," he replied.
Claire saw that Christians steps did not stop, so she got up, barefoot, and wrapped her arms around the mans strong chest from behind, standing on tiptoe, her soft voice imprinting warmth on Christians ear, "Christian... I love you, dont go, okay?"
"Claire, be good, lie down," Christian turned around, placed his hands on her slender waist, and gently laid her on the bed.
"Im tired," Christian pressed the thin silk quilt, wrapping her body tightly. Claire was a bit anxious. Taking advantage of his momentary lowering of his head, she raised her head and kissed his sexy lips. Her heart rate surged, and she murmured, "Christian... give me..."
Christian suddenly woke up, pulled away from her, and at a close distance, "Claire, I want to give you a name, let our first time be on that day, go to bed early."
Claire watched the departing figure, her fierce gaze shifting to the wall where the wedding photo hung, "So patient, it seems my plan needs to be accelerated."
Anastasia had a high fever for several days and was delirious until her mother, Scarlett OHara, came to pick her up and took her back to the villa, arranging for a private doctor to be by her side at all times. After three days, her condition gradually improved.
After a few days of rest, her mother could not withstand Anastasias soft persuasion and, in front of her mother, promised to never hide anything in the future, she was allowed to return to Grey Manor.
The winter wind outside howled.
Christian took off his down jacket and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.
A strong force pulled Anastasias slender arm from the bed. Christians eyes were burning with anger, "Your courage is getting bigger and bigger, dare to threaten."
"Whats the matter..." Anastasia looked confused.
"Claire cried on the phone, saying that your mother imprisoned her in the villa on the grounds of your bone marrow donation, not allowing her to take a single step. Anastasia, you are touching my tolerance again and again, sooner or later I will let you regret coming to Grey..." Christians red eyes seemed to want to devour Anastasia alive.
"I just came back from my moms place, she was with me all the time, how could I possibly imprison Claire?" Anastasia was somewhat helpless at the inexplicable questioning, another trick of Claires.
"My people have already taken her to the hospital for rest, you pretend to be pure and innocent, its getting more and more like it..."
Then what followed was endless humiliation for Anastasia.
"When you give birth to the child, I will let you die very ugly."
Anastasias eyes widened in disbelief, he hated her, he wanted her to give birth to a child, could it be to prevent Claires disease from recurring, to have a rescue?
The pain in her heart and body made her struggle: "Let me go..."
Anastasias voice was almost squeezed out from her teeth, but the person on her was even more intense, and in a fit of anger, she bit Christians strong shoulder with her sharp little canines until a hint of blood mixed with tears flowed into her mouth, and then she let go.
Her resistance was useless at all.