Her mind consumed with not dropping into the toilet bowl, Elena almost let go of her hold on the rim when a cloth was pressed against her forehead. Her chest heaving, hoping the deep breaths would keep the nausea at bay, her eyes connected with the pale blue and nausea overwhelmed her again. She began to dry heave into the toilet bowl again and was surprised to feel Harry supporting her, his chest behind her and his arm around her middle. This was the first time she had ever had anyone accompany her during her vomiting sessions and she had to fight the urge to curl into him when it felt like it was over.

However, she couldn't help but lean on him, her muscles no longer able to hold her weight. She thought she felt his lips pressing against her temple but she attributed it to the exhaustion that she always felt after throwing up. He wiped her face again and pressed a glass of water into her hand. Blinking slowly, lost at the sudden appearance of the glass, she, nonetheless, took the opportunity to rinse her mouth. Once done, she set the glass onto the bathroom floor and basically collapsed onto Harry.

"Do you want to go to your room?"Harry suddenly asked, his strong, deep voice washing over her. She nodded even as a chill run down her spine. "I'm going to carry you now." Having been warned, she was able to shift her body and lay her head on his shoulder as her legs dangling over his arm. And although the distance between her bathroom and her room was short, her mind was still able to recover and wonder at his presence.

She had not heard from him since their day together. She had hoped they would be able to see each other after that day, the day she had given herself to a man. She had retired into Jason's and April's room, or suite, since they told her they would be leaving that night. They might have mentioned their reasons, something about getting their babies back, but she had been quite out of it from the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed to settle her nerves.

As she knew that Gail would be busy well after the event was over and the fact that she had not brought any money to the event, she had accepted their kind offer. It had not occurred to her to question the reason they even had a room since they had already decided that they weren't going to stay or why Jason had had to go to the hotel counter if they already had a room. All she had wanted to do had been to rest her pounding head. She had the opportunity do so once she entered the room. Disregarding the size of the room and the beautiful view, she had dropped onto the first flat, soft surface, which was the couch, and had basically lost consciousness.

When she had woken up a few hours later, she was shocked to find herself in the bedroom with the covers over her. Realizing that there had to have been someone in the same room, she had, first and foremost, checked whether she was still clothed. Heaving a sigh of relief when she still had her horrendous pastel pink dress on, she was able to focus on her headache which had pretty much worsened. Letting out a groan, she had begun to get out of bed when she heard a familiar male voice.

The fact that it had been Harry had reassured her then but, now that she thought about it, his presence seemed pretty suspicious. That had not stopped her from offering the other side of the bed when he had expressed concern about her wellbeing, seeing as she had been, and still was, an inexperienced drinker. He had been about to take the couch when they realized there was only one bedroom but she had not liked him being so far. Thus, in a major lapse in judgement, she had allowed him into her bed. And, the next morning, she had practically pounced on him.

Well, not pounce per se but she did fall for his act, hook, line and sinker. He had ordered breakfast and was extremely attentive, feeding her fruits and holding the cup since she had still be suffering a headache, her one form of hangover. Having been dressed in just a robe after her shower, she had been exceedingly self conscious. However she had been charmed, laughing at his jokes and totally engaged in the conversations, soon forgetting about the one layer that had been covering her. She had been crushing on him, hard, from their meeting in the dressing room, her ability to tease him making her comfortable around him and their closeness in her dressing area having made her aware of his maleness, his cologne filling up the space. So she hadn't needed much of a push to like him totally. And it had not helped that he had been sneaking intimate touches throughout the meal as well as his insistence that she stayed.

It had been during a movie when things between them had gotten heated. Having been leaning against him while watching, at his entreaty, she had been surprised when he had slung an arm around her, much less when he had pulled her close against him. She had tried to scold him, lifting her head up, but was defeated when he began kissing her. Stunned, as that had been the first time she had kissed anyone remotely as attractive as Harry, she had allowed him to press her into the couch and deepen the kiss, allowed herself to enjoy the once in a lifetime kiss. So it had astonished her when he began whispering acts, sex acts against her neck as his hands began undoing the robe and rove about her body.

Scandalised and exceptionally aroused, she had briefly fought against her reservations. She had always held onto the teachings of her nanny, the one adult in her childhood who had given her the attention and affection she wanted. And the one thing she had imparted in her charge was that her first time was a special moment. So, despite the heavy make out sessions in high school and college as well as her ex boyfriends' threats, she had kept herself chaste. However, recalling the loneliness in her life, she had decided to grasp this opportunity with both hands and had had sex, for the first time, when she was twenty-eight.

And it had been glorious. When she had told Harry, he had been tender and slow, allowing her to adjust to everything he did. He had made her come four times before he had entered her. His preparation and lengthy foreplay had allowed her to have sex more than once, the soreness not bothering her much until after the third time they had been together. That had been when he had put a stop and cuddled her to sleep. That had also been the last time she had seen him.

Until now.

Looking up at him, her eyes caressing his high cheekbones and down to his sharp jaw covered with stubble, she was horrified to feel the heat stirring for him again. Diverting her eyes, she smothered a groan when she was greeted with the mess that was her room. She had forgotten about it while throwing up. But, in her defense, she had not expected any guest. Much less the father of her baby. So she was not going to apologize for it.

Thanking him softly when he laid her on her bed, she refused to lift her eyes. She didn't want to see his ever changeable eyes. They had been a soft in the bathroom but that had been extenuating circumstance. Now that she out of the woods, to say the least, she didn't know what he was feeling. Hugging her blanket to her chest as she settled into the familiar dips of her mattress, she waited for him to say something even as she struggled to stay awake.

"How did you find me?"she finally asked into the silence.

"I've always known where you are."

Brows furrowing, her eyes darted to him as he sat on her bed. Always known? Always? Was he a type of stalker? Fear beginning to fill her, she finally realised that she didn't know much about him apart from the fact that he was rich and a wonderful, considerate lover. Pulling her hand away from him when he reached out for it, she ignored the way his fist clenched.

"W-what do you mean? Have you been following me?"she asked shakily.

"No! I-I just have your information,"he said, his anger devolving into uncertainty. A clear indication that he was keeping information from her

"That's not reassuring,"she told him snappily, batting his hand away when he tried to stroke her hair.

"I guess not. There's no reassuring way to tell you this either." Startled, she looked up and her eyes connected with his serious eyes as he finally caught her hand. Then he said the most ridiculous thing.

"Elena, my name is Harry Percival Reynolds-"

"CEO of Reynolds Shipping,"she whispered before she lost consciousness.

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"Elena? Elena,"Harry cried as he tried to shake her awake but she was out cold. Getting to his feet, he decided to let her have her rest. From the way she had lain limp in his arms, he could tell that she was exhausted. Whether it was from the bathroom or just her pregnancy, he was not sure and he didn't like it. It had been a shock to see Elena again. It had been even more of a shock to see her so haggard, with her sunken eyes with large dark circles. Her clothes looked like they were hanging over her and she was so pale, a marked difference from her healthy, slightly tanned skin all those months again.

His eyes worriedly travelling down her body, he took out his phone and made a call to his doctor, demanding a house visit. His doctor was vehemently refusing to come until Harry finally revealed the reason. One mention of the pregnancy and he immediately asked for the address and named a time. Relieved to have some advice from a medical professional, he finally noticing how messy her room was. There were clothes and dirty plates all around her room.

Walking out, he was horrified to notice that the mess extended to the rest of the apartment. He had never seen such disarray before. He had maids and housekeepers his entire life so even when he had dirtied anything or dropped things, there was always someone to clean everything up. But from what he was seeing, it was like the mess was piled up on top of each other. Just looking made him feel like something was crawling on his skin. Unconsciously sweeping his hand over the affected skin, he gingerly made his way to the kitchen, careful to step only on uncovered carpet.

He let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that it was clean. No dirty plates on the counter or sink. Nothing out of place. The relief left him when he noticed that it was too clean. There was nothing in the cabinets or refrigerator. His brows furrowing again, he wondered what Elena had been eating if she had no food in her apartment. A chance glance at her rubbish bin answered that question for him and he had to suppress a growl.

She had been existing on take outs? The most unhealthy way to eat? How could she treat their child this cavalierly? She should be eating...

He was left stumped since he didn't know what pregnant women were supposed to eat. But the indignation returned when he recalled how bad all the food she was eating. And she shouldn't be living in this pig sty, a sty of her own making. Although he had to admit that she looked worn out, meaning she must not have had much energy to take care of herself, much less clean. The pregnancy must have taken a toll out of her. Clearly she needed help.

And he was the best person to render the assistance she needed.

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