The Billionaire's Christmas Revenge (Book 4)

Chapter 6

I saw something in her that made me never want to let her go- Mark Anthony.

Geneviève's POV.

Pain reverberated off my head as my heavy eye lids fought against opening. The dull murmur of a low muted conversation willed me to fight against the exhaustion as my eyes fluttered open blinking away the shock of the bright light that filled the room.

"Her blood pressure is incredibly high young lad." A strange voice scolded with a rich Irish accent. As if on cue I felt the tightened band around my arm as I made a low sound realizing my throat was parched.

"Welcome back dearie." The older man who I assumed to be the doctor greeted smiling reassuringly as my gaze snapped to Dillon who stood staring at me with an unfathomable look, "You were out for quite some time, how are you feeling?" He questioned as my throat worked overtime.

As if sensing my discomfort, he picked up a glass of water from beside him.

"Let me." Dillon murmured as he hovered over me, gently rising my head as he tipped the glass forward against my mouth. Downing most of the water, I leant my head back down feeling instantaneous relief.

"I have an awful headache." I said replying to his earlier question.

"Are there signs of nausea?" He questioned.

Nodding a negative he went on with a couple of standardized questions as he jotted down quickly on a notepad.

"Are you pregnant?" He suddenly asked.

Feeling the warmth enter my cheeks, I avoided Dillon's penetrative gaze as I replied.

"No."

"Usually we should have a test conducted to be sure but when was the last time you were sexually active?"

I could have felt my cheeks redden without even glancing at a mirror as I continued to purposefully avoid Dillon's eyes.

"It has been a long while." I responded.

Continuing to scribble on his notepad, unaware of the palpable tension reverberating in waves of off Dillon, he suddenly looked up from his seat at the man himself who stood wounded tight as though he would snap at any given moment, "Are you lads going to make it a habit of calling me when the lady faints?"

Having the grace to flush, a sheepish smile tore across Dillon's pink mouth.

His kind blue eyes crinkled around the corners are they shone with amusement, "Thankfully you are the last in the set." The doctor went on saying as he removed his stethoscope from around his neck, placing the cold metal against my chest.

Dillon's response to that was a loud laugh that had my eyes meeting his as the carefree sound burst through him. Apparently it was an inside joke, one that I had failed to grasp onto.

"You should be okay in no time my dear." The doctor stated as reluctantly I removed my eyes away from Dillon's handsome face, "Jet lag in itself is exhausting but it seemed as though your body went into shock. I gave you a mild dosage to reduce your blood pressure and your headache will pass as soon as you have eaten. Take plenty of rest and avoid stress and you will be as fit as a fiddle."

Ripping a page of the notepad, he handed it to Dillon explaining the medicine prescription as he gathered his briefcase. Diligently Dillon listened to the instruction attentively as though he genuinely feared being scolded by the good doctor once again.

"I'll take your leave now. Feel better dearie." The doctor said to me with a warm smile before exiting.

As he left the room, a maid came strolling in wheeling in a cart filled with different silver trays and a mixed bouquet of fresh flowers.