Chapter 207 - "I Dont Want To Go Back"

Santiago heard a knock on the door and put Nash's call on mute as he stood up to open the door. It had been a few hours since he had been cooped inside his study. 

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Persephone standing at the door holding a tray full of food, smiling silly at him. 

He had an urge to pull her chubby cheeks but he knew she would pinch him back if he did. 

"Why are you holding it?" Santiago instantly took the tray from her hand and made her sit on the couch. "Do you know how heavy it is? And why aren't you resting?" 

He wondered what hell she was planning for him by beginning food specifically for him. Or she came with another difficult demand of hers once again. 

"You didn't have breakfast," Persephone told him instead. Couldn't a wife be worried about her husband's well-being once in a blue moon? 

Santiago had a look of realization as he muttered a sorry and then added. "I forgot." 

"Santiago, how can someone forget to have breakfast?" She gaped at him in disbelief. "I wake up every morning only because I know that I will get good food to start my day with. I couldn't imagine forgetting food one day." 

Santiago's chest rippled as a bout of laughter threatened to escape and pecked her forehead. "My fault, Signora." 

Extending his hand, he disconnected his call with Nash and occupied the couch next to her and let her feed him food today. It was always Persephone rendering services from everyone but today it was her, who was willing to feed him with her hands. 

And suddenly he felt blissful. 

"Are you really very busy with work?" Persephone asked after a while 

Santiago nodded his head, avoiding speaking as he was chewing on the food. 

Ever since he returned to the capital city, he had been swamped with work. He had many projects started at the same time. If he could, he would solve King Leonardo's problem first and then focus on his own work here. But no, the King suddenly had to become a romantic hero and ruin the peace of his life. 

"Are you working overtime so we can go back to New York?"Persephone then questioned him. 

Santiago paused for a moment but then nodded his head. It was right that he wanted to leave for New York as soon as possible. Persephone was already in Thirty-first weeks of her pregnancy and within two months she would be ready to give birth. And he didn't think she would want to give birth here in this foreign land. 

"Can Nash or Killian not handle your work in New York?" Now she raised another question. Her beautiful brows were marred by a frown.

He could sense that she wanted to say something but was hesitating. 

He just hoped that Persephone didn't ask to go to New York starlight away. If possible, she agreed to give birth here as Don Marino was of the view that she had a miscarriage in that accident. It was the reason why he had not tried to kill her again. 

Santiago nodded his head. Nash and Killian were looking after the task in New York on his behalf. 

"Then, you don't need to work overtime," She softly said. "I suggest you take care of your health. I don't want you to fall sick. If you are sick, who would take care of me?"

Her question was raised in such a sweet and innocent tone that he couldn't help but want to kiss her soft lips. 

Although his wife was in her third trimester, he couldn't keep his hands off her. And he believed that she couldn't do without it too. 

"I thought you would want to go back soon," Santiago said as he took a sip of water. "If I don't over time, it may take up a few more months here. I don't want you to go into labour here alone."

"How would I be alone?" She asked instead. " You and Lara both are here. She is more experienced in taking care of me and the later baby. And you are here too. I am sure l will not be alone. Moreover, Valencia could come here too. It's Santiago's vacation in a few days, I am sure she would like to come here for a vacation. What do you think?" 

"Are you sure?" Santiago questioned her. 

Persephone nodded her head. 

Valencia's arrival could be arranged. This way, Nash wouldn't go after her like he had planned. And his nephew could keep Persephone happy too. 

"You don't miss your family?" Santiago once again asked her. 

Why was everyone asking her the same question today? 

"I do," Persephone sighed out. "But not enough that I will cross oceans to meet them. A phone call is enough."

Santiago nodded and she started feeding him. 

"Moreover, I believe that it's safer here than New York. I don't know why my father is quiet after the accident but I believe it had either to do with you or Salvatore,"Persephone couldn't help but say. 

She understood that this man had the habit of believing the worst of the situation. So she would like to clarify certain things here. 

"Santiago?" She called out his name a bit loudly. 

"Hmm?" He cautiously glanced at her. 

"I like being here," She closed her eyes and uttered out loud. It was now or never. "I don't wanna go back."

Santiago stared at her as if he didn't know what to say. Or as if he was at a loss for words. Or as if he had words but he was afraid of choosing the wrong ones. 

"I told you many times that I don't like weary New York. It might be a destination to many but to me that place is like a cage, always wanting to clip my wings," Persephone said, a sad smile tugged on her lips. "I finally learned to fly high and I don't want to go back to how it was before.. I hadn't tasted what freedom and peace was like but now that I have, I wouldn't wish to undo it."