Chapter 189 - Persephone Meets Callum

It was early morning the next day when Persephone was woken up by the bout of morning sickness. She puked all the chocolates she ate last night in the toilet. And she was feeling bad for wasting all the delicious food. If she could, she would have cried out. But poor her wasn't even allowed to cry. 

It was hardly five o'clock and she was so hungry that she could eat a whole pig right now. 

No, it wasn't just her who was hungry. The baby was asking for food. After all, she just threw up what she ate yesterday. Obviously, she would be hungry now. 

Pregnancy is a weird experience. One moment she was puking. The other moment she was starving. 

She lay on the bed and closed her eyes while waiting for sleep to come. But the tiny baby in her belly was asking for food. 

In frustration, she threw the duvet and went out of the bed. 

Since she wasn't able to sleep, she would just have a long long bubble bath and pass her time until someone woke up and cooked her a delicious but healthy meal. 

She had never felt until this day the importance of cooking. 

After taking a long long bath as she decided and changing into comfortable but beautiful home clothes, she went out of the washroom only to find that it had only been fifteen minutes. 

Yes, fifteen minutes. 

Why would time flow so slow when you are waiting for someone? 

She had a dire urge to stomp her feet. 

In the end, she came out of her room to find something to eat in the kitchen. 

Entering the kitchen, she found there was nothing to eat. Yeah, that's how unlucky she was. 

However, she did find some bread and Nutella.

To Persephone, Nutella was her life-saving spread. It was like nothing could go wrong with Nutella. She had used enough Tiktok to pass time that she knew all the crazy food she could make with Nutella. 

If Nutella was her life-saving spread then Tiktok was her saving grace. 

Spreading the Nutella on one side of the bread she placed another piece of bread on it and closed its borders with a fork and put it in the toaster and waited for it to prepare while making a cup of decaf for herself. 

As she was about to eat the delicacy she just cooked, she heard the doorbell ring. Her brows scrunched up. Who could it be this early in the morning? 

Whoever, it was they could wait. She didn't have the emery to open the door without eating something. 

The baby inside was fainting due to hunger. And as the baby's beautiful mama, how could she let it be hungry for another moment? 

No, can't do it. 

The doorbell ringer had to wait for the baby to eat first. 

She stuffed two toasts inside her mouth and took a mouthful of now warm coffee. 

The doorbell rang once again. 

This time she wondered clearly who could be ringing the bell? 

Santiago was asleep now. She knew he came late at night and wouldn't be awake until eight. Apparently, he valued his sleep more than anything. 

Now don't ask how she knew but she just did. 

Suppressing all her curiosities that were very hard for her, she walked to open the door now that she finally got some energy. 

As she opened the door, she was struck speechless as she found a very dashing gentleman standing on the door. For a moment, she thought if this angel had mistakenly fallen on her doorsteps. 

But then she noticed that he had a lounge bag in one of his hands and dressed in all black, looking all kind of devilish with a hint of something spicy and angelic. 

She further noted that he had very gorgeous black eyes. The kind of black which was the colour of the darkest night. Not only those eyes, but even his hair were as dark as his eyes and they could mesmerise any woman. 

His hair was long enough to easily touch his nose. But he had combed them in a very elegant manner, not at all appearing unkempt. 

He had full lips and a chiselled face that could have any A-lister Hollywood actors run for the money. 

In simple words, he was so handsome that she felt as if he didn't belong to this mortal world. 

And then something happened that compelled her to go gaga over him. 

"Good morning, Sister-in-law, " He greeted her with a very gentle smile in Sicilian. 

Dammit, who was this guy? 

And where the hell did he drop from? 

He couldn't belong to this world. 

He was too good to belong here. 

No, she didn't have any wrong ideas about him at all. It was just that she was thinking that he couldn't be a bad man at all. If anyone doesn't believe what she said, just look at his manners. 

Can a man as well mannered as he be bad? 

"I apologise for disturbing you so early but neither Killian nor Nash were picking my phone and so I have no other option but to come to Santiago's house," he spoke in Sicilian in that hypnotic voice of his and she found herself blinking at him in fascination. Seeing that she wasn't replying, he hit his forehead in an oops kinda way. And then spoke in heavy accented English, "I'm Callum." 

"I'm Persephone," She held her hand to shake but he, in a very old fashioned manner, kissed the back of her hand. And Persephone blushed stupidly. She admitted that she had a very tiny bit of a crush on this species of men."And I can understand what you were saying. I was just shocked and kind of frozen to see you." 

"Ah, please I'm not that of a big deal," Callum smiled at her and those two dimples in his cheeks became prominent, thickening her fan filter.. "I'm just Callum and you can call me by my name, sister-in-law."