Billionaire’s Rebirth Wife

Donald’s pov

After a bit, I knocked on the door and said, “come downstairs to have dinner.”

There was no response for a while. I knocked on the door once more. “Trista?”

Did she fall asleep?

When I pushed the door open, the bright yellow light in the bathroom was on, and hot air was overflowing through the crack of the door. Did she go to the bathroom to take a shower or wash her hands?

An alarm went off in the bathroom just as I was about to leave. As soon as I heard this sound, I immediately recognized that something was wrong, because there was a set of advanced equipment in the bathroom. The alarm would go off if I stayed in the shower for more than 45 minutes, if the temperature was too high or too low, or if someone remained still for an extended period of time.

“Trista?” The door was locked from the inside when I tried to open it. “I’m sure you heard me. It’s time to get out of here!”

I couldn’t open the door, so I pressed my finger into the fingerprint scanner. Two beeps signaled the door’s automatic opening following the completion of the retinal exam.

Trista collapsed to the ground, her bare body covered in hot steam and the shower water drenching her.

“Trista?” I snatched her up and wrapped her in a towel to keep her warm. “Are you awake?”

Her lips were bloodless and her face was covered in paleness. This woman may have spent some time in the bathroom, either suffocated or unable to be roused by her own screaming.

“Doctor? Doctor!” i yelled.

As soon as Dr. Fabian, who had been standing outside the door, walked in, everyone felt relieved. “Master, what are you looking for?”

“Dress her wound again! Now!”

“Yes, yes. I’ll replace the dressing now.”

I stared at the woman on the bed. Water had gotten through the bandage around her skull, causing some blood to trickle out. “You stupid woman, even after taking a shower you can faint!”

She would be vulnerable if I didn’t pay attention to her!

“Master, the wound infection caused a high fever. I’m afraid Miss Trista….” As if on cue, Dr. Fabian raised his head and uttered.

“No matter what, you must bring down her temperature and make sure she is safe!” I gave him a chilly stare.

“Alright, sir.”

The perspective of Trista.

When I finally roused myself from my slumber, I exclaimed, “Bathroom, it’s so stuffy!”

“Have you slept well?” Donald inquired, “Are you feeling any discomfort?”

I shook my head and nodded in agreement. My field of vision had become hazy. “Are you Emos?”

In an attempt to view the man in front of me clearly, I shook my head and couldn’t tell which part of the ghost was real for a brief second.

But the man sitting in front of me grabbed a cushion and placed it on my back as I tried to stand.

As soon as I said yes, tears started to fill up in my eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is your mood sour? I’ll ask Dr. Fabian to come in and check on you.”

A heartbreaker, you bastard!” I burst into tears and began beating him.

“Who do you love? Why is my sister acting so strangely….”

I’m surprised that you even have a child….”

I beat his chest while crying.

Donald’s pov

Is she referring to me as Emos when she says that?

He cradled her in his arms and whispered in her ear, “There is only one man in the world.”

When I learned that her beloved lover had been unfaithful, I asked someone to look into the matter, and she only learned of it today.

She shook her head and looked at the sky with pleading eyes “It’s not the same at all. Emos aren’t all the same!”

I put my hand on her scalded brow and felt the intense heat. ‘I requested the doctor to check on you because you mentioned that you were uncomfortable.’

She put my hand on her heart and said, “It’s pointless.” He says, “It’s a little uneasy in here.”

“What’s wrong with you?” She had tears in her eyes when she looked at me.

For a brief while, my heart was captivated by her.

“What went wrong? What am I doing wrong?” She asked tearfully.

She kissed me softly on the lips as she embraced me in her arms. She began to press her lips against mine and kissed me passionately.

Suddenly, my body froze and my eyes focused on hers. Was she joking or was she suffering from a fever? In what ways do I resemble Emos?

It was a delicate kiss that dropped between my eyebrows as she held my face close to hers. Even my eyes were a little scorched by the intense heat of my need, which spread throughout my body and made me gasp for air.

The aroma of her flesh continued enticing me while she mumbled in a daze.

I can feel that the urge in my body is about to move. I’m not sure if I’m moved by her tears, or if it’s something else. I turned over and pressed her under my body. After a few moments of staring, I smothered her with a passionate kiss.

Clearly, she had no concept of the gravity of the situation. Dare you to come near me?

After a time of kissing her symbolically, I forced myself to stop and run out the door.

My goal is to eventually get her, but it’s not now.

In the end, she has no idea who I am.

Trista’s pov

When I woke up the second morning, there was no one in my room.

Last night, she had a faint recollection of what happened.

Sobbing, she collapsed on the bathroom floor. I have no idea what happened after that! To whom did I owe my life to? What happened to my jammies when I was sleeping?

Was she a servant?

This made me feel a little better.

I was welcomed by a cleaner who was cleaning the living room as soon as I walked downstairs “Trista, have you woken up yet? I’ll take you to the first floor for dinner right away.”

“No, thanks. Where is your master?”

“He went for his interview at the crack of dawn.”

“Interview?”

The financial exclusive interview arrived on the TV screen just as I was beginning to wonder. A familiar face popped up, and I took a second look to see what it said. Incredulously, I repeated myself “Lion’s chief executive officer For the past six years, who has been the richest man in the world?”

“Yes, it is our master” Said with pride by the maid.

No wonder she always felt his name familiar. It was revealed that he was the CEO of the Lion Corporation?

After imagining many different scenarios in my head, I never expected this to be the case!

“Do you think our master is appealing?” Seeing the anthomaniac look on his face, the maid replied, “if the Miss Trista is coupled with master’s DNA, you will undoubtedly give birth to the best baby in the world!”

“Baby?” How  could I possibly have with Donald?

“You think too much!”

Do you not believe me, Miss Trista?”

“Do you have any idea where my phone is?” Getting down to business:

“Miss Trista’s phone got soaked in the rain yesterday. After the repair was completed, we tucked it away in a bedside drawer. It’s in the room you just came out.”

Back in the bedroom, I returned to the drawer where I found my cell phone. The signal was fully loaded when it was triggered, as you might expect. Except for the weather report, no one inquired about my whereabouts and it was a letdown to me.

Didn’t anyone care about me when I rushed into the rain yesterday?

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of my mouth after a few minutes of staring at the phone. So, what’s the current time? Is it still reasonable for me to believe that my family cares for me? Incredibly, how could I have been so foolish!