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I scoff, trying to hide the full out laugh. "Very exciting, I have a packed schedule." I say sarcastically. "What do you want me to say? I stare at the freaking walls half the day. I've read the same book like 14 times. Ooh, I watched a deer walk across your yard today. Exciting stuff." I say with a huff.

I genuinely feel like he's mocking me for not being able to do anything.

Leon sighs, reaching across the table and taking my hand. "Why are you so unhappy? I don't understand. All you did before was go to school and work, read, garden and watch TV. I bought you that reader tablet thing, I have every channel and streaming service available, I grew you a garden, and you have your textbooks." He asks.

I pick my head up, raising an eyebrow at him. "You bought me a reader?" I ask.

He simply nods. "Yes, petite fleur. It's in your nightstand, have you not noticed it?" He asks.

I shake my head and refuse to look at him, I hadn't noticed. I hadn't opened his nightstands. I didn't want to snoop.

"I'll help you set it up after dinner. Has nothing on TV interested you?" He asks next.

Now I feel kind of stupid. I stare down at my dinner, picking at a piece of onion with my fork. "I don't know how to use a fancy TV." I admit quietly.

Again, he sighs at me. Why does he always sigh? "I'll show you after dinner. You should have told me sooner, fleur. I want you to be happy." He says.

It feels genuine, but how can it be when I am a prisoner?

I want to tell him that I miss Shelby, but I don't.

Leon might have kidnapped me, but at least he cares about me.

The more I think about it, the more it feels like Shelby only wanted me for sex.

I don't know what Leon wants, but he seems to care more about me than Shelby ever did.

Chapter 40

Leon Aldon

It’s been two weeks of pure bliss with Maeve, two weeks where I’ve come home every night to a home cooked dinner, and I’ve gotten to sit down with her and talk about our days.

She doesn’t say much, but obviously it’s because there’s not much to say. She’s been studying for her finals like crazy and I’m so proud of her.

I know she’s going to do excellent!

When I walk in the door tonight, ready to see my girl and curious about what she’s made us, I see nothing.

The kitchen is untouched, it doesn’t smell delicious like it has every night, the TV isn’t on, and I don’t see Maeve.

“Ma petite fleur?” I call out as I walk through the house. When I finally find my girl, it’s because the bathroom door is locked and I can hear her on the other side.

Really, I don’t know why she still bothers to lock it, she knows I have the key and she knows that I will use it.

I let myself into the bathroom to see Maeve sitting on the toilet. She looks alarmingly pale and exhausted, immediately alarming me. I hurry my steps and squat down in front of her, rubbing my hands up her thighs for a moment while I check her over. “Are you alright?” I ask sweetly.

I don’t know what could possibly be the issue now, she’s not hunched over the toilet, so I know it’s not morning sickness, and I know there’s no scenario in which she could have eaten gluten, I made sure this entire house was gluten-free and scrubbed clean.

You could perform open heart surgery on my kitchen table with how thoroughly I scrubbed it and every other surface that has ever handled food.

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” I insist. She’s my girl, and I think by now, she knows that I’ll do anything to help her.

Maeve sighs and covers her face with her hands as if she’s embarrassed, but that won’t do. I uncover her face and takeher hands into mine while my thumbs stroke over her knuckles. “Help me. Tell me what’s wrong.” I practically beg.

My girl’s face is red as a tomato, and while it usually would be fucking adorable, she’s white as a sheet aside from that. “You didn’t buy me any tampons or anything.” She says quietly.

Ahh, so my girl isn’t pregnant. Quite the opposite, actually.