The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Probably because Mason had been so good to me, I had let it go to my head and forgotten my place. I hurried to pull away, but it was too late.
There were already tiny blood spots seeping from the tooth marks on his chest. That bite was pretty deep. It would probably leave a scar.
"I'm sorry." I couldn't look him in the eye, feeling guilty and ashamed.
"What are you, a puppy? Why do you love biting so much?" Mason said.
I didn't dare answer. I hopped out of bed, ready to rush out, but Mason called out, "No need to get the medicine. It's fine."
I turned around in shock and asked the question that had been on my mind. "Can you read minds? How else do you always know what I'm thinking?"
"Come back to bed. I'll tell you in the morning."
"Tell me now. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep."
"If you can't sleep, we might as well do what newlyweds are supposed to do."
Left speechless, I jumped back into bed right away and turned off the light. Before long, I was really asleep.
I slept well all night. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
Mason wasn't beside me again. If it weren't for the lingering marks of our intimacy on my body and the soreness all over, I might have wondered if last night was just a sex dream.
I stretched hard, wanting to get up and get dressed, but then I remembered that I had no clothes to wear.
That bastard had torn my clothes to pieces last night. What was I going to do? I couldn't just go out wrapped in a bedsheet.
I was about to call the culprit when I noticed some clothes bags on the nightstand. I opened them. On top was a red outfit from ONLY.
In the bags below, there were cosmetics. I took them out and saw they were new but my usual brands.
I felt a little touched. Mason might always seem cold and distant like he wanted to keep everyone at arm's length, but he always managed to touch her through little things.
I got dressed, washed up, and put on my makeup. When I walked out of the bedroom, he was just coming in from outside.
"Mase, were you out running?" I asked.
It was really just small talk. It was almost noon. Who ran at this hour? And who ran in a suit and leather shoes anyway?
"Pack your things. Come home with me." Mason's voice sounded a bit annoyed, and his face was gloomy.
"What's wrong? Did something else happen?" I asked.
Delilah had told Mason to take a week off. After the wedding, he was supposed to take me to Vereni for our honeymoon. We were meant to fly out tonight, but I had a feeling the honeymoon was going to fall through.
Sure enough, Mason said, "I'll make up the honeymoon later. That woman's pregnant. Delilah wants us to go back to celebrate it."
"What?" My mouth dropped wide enough to fit an egg.
This news was way too shocking. I'd just married Mason, and his stepmother was pregnant?
Not getting to go to Vereni didn't bother me at all. This sudden news made me totally excited.
Mason said, "Wait a bit before we head back. Let me get my head around this."
"So that woman didn't faint on purpose yesterday. She fainted because she's pregnant? There's a little brother or sister for you in her belly?" I said.
Mason glared at me and said nothing.
I didn't notice his bad mood at all. My curiosity was through the roof. "How old is your stepmother? She can still get pregnant? At her age, she's in pretty good shape, huh?"
"Katherine, are you asking for it? Gossiping in front of me? Keep yammering and I'll throw you out the window," Mason snapped.
I could tell he was really angry. No matter how curious I was, I didn't dare ask more. Well, I could just ask when we got back.
"Shall we go now?" I looked eager to leave.
"Aren't we going to eat?"
"No. Eating at home will be the same." I was already dying to get back.
When we got to Knight Manor, I knew something was off as soon as we walked into the yard. All the nice flowers and plants had been pulled up. There was just bare ground left.
Confused, I stepped forward and rang the doorbell. A servant opened the door. But there was none of the expected happiness on her face. Her expression was really odd.
"Is that Kate back?" Helen's voice called.
"Yes, Mrs. Helen Knight. Mr. Mason Knight and Mrs. Katherine Knight are back," the servant replied.
"Oh, Mase is back too? That's a surprise," Helen said as she walked over. If I hadn't seen Mason's icy face, I would have laughed out loud.
Helen had only found out she was pregnant yesterday. Now she was already in maternity clothes. That was way too much. It wasn't her first child. I wondered why Helen was dressed like that.
I held back a laugh. "Helen, congratulations to you and Martin."
"See, Kate knows how to talk. Mase, why aren't you congratulating me?" Helen said.
"She can speak for both of us. Now we've said our congratulations. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the office." Mason started to leave but Delilah called out, "Mase, we didn't finish the family dinner yesterday. Let's make it up today. Stay for dinner before you go."
Delilah, Martin, Richard, and Joey were all sitting in the living room. But each had a different look on their face.
Delilah and Martin looked happy. Richard's face showed no change at all.
Mason's sister, Joey, had an angry scowl, looking really upset. "What's there to congratulate? Getting pregnant at her age is just embarrassing."
"Joey, how can you say that? Having children is always a blessing. Apologize to your mother right now," Delilah ordered.
"I'm not apologizing. Hmph." Joey stomped up the stairs and slammed her door with a loud bang.
Martin was furious. He shouted up, "Lock yourself in your room and never come out if you're that way."
"Fine, I won't," Joey shot back.
I was just watching the scene when Helen told me, "Kate, go talk to Joey."
She asked me to do that at that moment? Was she using me as a scapegoat?
But before I could say anything, Mason refused for me. "If you want to talk to her, go yourself. Don't use us as a shield."
"Mase, even though I'm your stepmother, I'm still your elder. Is that any way to speak to me?" Helen was acting completely differently, sounding really arrogant.
She put her hands on her hips, stuck out her not-yet-showing belly, and stood in front of us, looking all proud and rebuking us.
Delilah, who usually seemed so authoritative with Helen, didn't get angry. Instead, she spoke nicely. "Helen, sit down and rest. I'll go talk to Joey later."
"All right, I will," Helen said.
Helen sat down next to me and said, "Kate, rub my legs. They're really sore."
I was a bit stuck, but Delilah didn't look like she was going to object. And I had no reason to say no, so I started rubbing her legs now and then, with no real rhythm.
"Too light," Helen said.
I put more force into it.
But then Helen said, "Ow, that's too hard. Why are you pressing so hard?"
I knew she was picking on me, but I wasn't about to be a doormat. "Helen, I'm not a pro. I don't know how hard to go. It would be terrible if I hurt your belly."
That worked right away. Helen quickly brushed my hand off. "Stop rubbing. Go get me some grapes—sour ones. As a pregnant woman, I just really crave sour things."
"Cathy, Helen wants some sour grapes," I said.