Chapter 933 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

The first time Benne had spent the night and made love with her here on her bed, he had ended up taking her to the hospital because she had fainted while telling him her story, and now this.

“Good. I’m glad you can bear the pain until we get to the hospital. You don’t have to bear it after we get there,” Benne said as he distractedly grabbed a short and T-shirt.

He didn’t bother with undies as he returned to her side and despite her protest wore the tshirt over her head until she had no choice but to do as he was demanding.

“I need my pants,” Celsie said as she tried to get off the bed.

“Not that I think it’s important right now, but I will get it,” Benne said as he walked over to her drawer where she kept her undies and took out a black lace pant.

Once she had finished dressing up, he carried her out of the house despite her protest and drove off as fast as he could to the hospital while she continued to chew on her antacids.

“How bad does it hurt?” Benne asked, glancing at her at intervals as he drove.

“It’s not the first time I’m having such an episode, Benne. Please relax,” Celsie said weakly.

“It’s the first time I’m experiencing it with you and you can’t expect me to relax when you’re obviously in pain,” Benne countered.

Celsie looked at him apologetically, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault…”

“No, it’s not. It’s mine. I’ve always known you were irresponsible when it comes to your eating habits. I shouldn’t have been so irresponsible to let you go to bed without eating anything especially after all that alcohol you consumed,” Benne countered, and despite the burning pain she was feeling Celsie scowled.

“I’m not irresponsible,” she hissed at him.

“Save your breath and argue that later. Let’s get you to the hospital and make sure you’re fine first,” Benne said with a stern frown.

She had never seen him look so worried. Not even when he saw her crying in the storage room after she had heard them calling her a murderer.

Maybe he had looked this worried when she had fainted the last time, but she had been unconscious so she wouldn’t know. But seeing the worried lines between his brows now made her feel sorry and remorseful.

“What did you eat yesterday?” Benne asked, and she winced.

“A packet of chips and chocolate,” Celsie said and Benne shook his head not knowing what to say to that.

“I’m sorry. I will pay more attention to my eating habit,” Celsie murmured.

“You should. I just want you to be fine. I don’t like to see you in pain,” Benne said, and Celsie smiled.

“How will you stand seeing me in labor pain then?” She joked, and then both her and Benne stiffened.

Benne turned to look at her, and noticed she had pressed her lips together now, obviously taken aback by the joke she had made.

Not wanting it to be awkward, Benne smiled, “Perhaps it’s for the best that you’re not interested in having kids then,” he joked as he returned his attention to the road, and Celsie said nothing, wondering where that had come from.

The rest of the drive to the hospital was silent, and once they got there, Celsie was given priority treatment while Benne was asked to wait as the doctor checked on her.

After a short moment the doctor came out and confirmed she was having ulcer pains but assured Benne that there was no cause of alarm. She was being taken care of and would be okay in no time.

After an hour, Benne was allowed to go in to stay with her, and he was relieved to see her smiling. She didn’t look so pale anymore.

“How do you feel now?” Benne asked as he went to sit beside her.

“The doctor said we can leave after I’ve exhausted this drip. I told you it wasn’t life threatening,” Celsie said, and Benne shook his head.

“I’d rather not take any chances with you,” Benne said, and Celsie sighed.

“Well, this is the fastest I’ve been relieved of the pain. Thank you,” Celsie said as she looked at her hand where the drip was fixed.

“Now that you feel better, can you tell me why you didn’t wake me up the moment you started feeling the discomfort?” Benne asked and Celsie shook her head.

“I just didn’t want to disturb your sleep,” Celsie said and Benne raised a brow.

“I was sleeping right next to you, Celsie. It wouldn’t have been a bother. Don’t tell me if I hadn’t woken up, you would have remained there whimpering all night?”

“I wasn’t whimpering,” Celsie said defensively and Benne heaved a deep sigh as he gazed at her.

“Alright. I’m sorry. I really just didn’t want it to seem like every time you passed the night at my place you had to take care of a medical emergency,” Celsie said without meeting his gaze.

“Why? Were you scared I wouldn’t want to spend the night at your place anymore?” Benne asked, and Celsie’s lips twitched as she met his gaze.

“Maybe,” she said with a grin and Benne chuckled.

“Some times I don’t know what to do with you,” Benne said with a shake of his head.

“You can just love me,” Celsie said, and he nodded.

“That I already do. I guess the pain didn’t let you have any hangovers,” Benne observed as he moved closer to her.

“I guess so. Although, I was having a mild headache earlier but the stomach ache was worse,” Celsie said as she let Benne gather her into his arms.

“Sorry, love. I hope you realize I won’t be letting you have alcohol anymore. So, you’d have to work on letting yourself loosen up without alcohol,” Benne said as he brushed his lips against her forehead.

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