Chapter 152 Birthday Gifts From Him

I woke up with a slight headache.

Dizziness washed over me as I looked around the tent and tried to remember what happened. Everything came crashing back to me, and I lay there for a moment with my hand pressed to my temple.

My stomach grumbled. I had no idea what time it was because there was no clock in the tent, and I couldn’t see the sun, but I knew I had slept longer than usual because I felt so hungry now

I wondered if the guards would bring me something to eat if I went and asked them.

Just as I was pondering what to do, the tent door opened, and Ethan walked in. He was carrying our baby in one hand and had a container in the other. He also had some sort of a package tucked under his arm.

He brought food for sure because as soon as he walked in, the tent was filled with the delicious smell which made my mouth water.

“You’re awake,” Ethan said with a soft voice and I felt it was yesterday once more,

Did he have to start the day the same way as the day before? It really didn’t end well for me

However, he was more gentle this time. I thought maybe he felt bad about everything that had transpired, but I was in no mood to accept his apology. I was still a prisoner here, after all.

hungry. Ethan turned his head to give me some privacy while the baby latched on, and then I covered him with a blanket

My stomach rumbled again, loud enough for him to hear.

My face flushed

“What’s that?” I looked towards the container, trying to cover for my embarrassment.

A small smirk appeared on his face. “I guess I’m just in time,” he explained. “It’s wild game and some fruit. I hope you like it.”

He set a plate down on the cot along with a fork and a knife.

It was a nice gesture, and I did appreciate it, but I didn’t want to be too excited about it. “Thanks,” I told him. I was going to have to wait until the baby was done eating first. My eyes glanced over the bright berries and the savory meat, as well as the fork and the sharp knife.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan tried to start the conversation.

“Fine,” I said That was all he was going to get out of me.

“Good” He nodded.

Then neither of us spoke, and it was uncomfortably quiet in the tent.

Once the baby was done eating, I carefully laid him down on the bed, fixed my shirt, and then picked up the plate of food so that the knife was nowhere near the sleeping child.

Ethan moved closer to me, and cleared his throat. “Hey, I have something else for you.”

| arched an eyebrow. “Is it a ticket out of here?” I asked him, “Because I would like my freedom.”

He just stared at me, his brows furrowed above his crimson eyes. Letting out a loud sigh, he said, “No, Rosalie. We’ ve been over this. You can’t leave right now. It’s not safe.”

I would scowl at him if it would help my situation, but I knew he wasn’t going to budge,

“What is it, then?” I asked him, wanting to argue but not wanting to yell while the baby was next to us.

Ethan handed me the package he had under his arm. I saw that the wrapping paper was actually an old paper bag. It was resourceful, I guessed.

I unwrapped it, and found a beautiful crown made of white wildflowers.

I looked at him puzzled. What was this for?

“Happy birthday,” he said. He had a sheepish grin as he waited for my reaction to his gift.copy right hot novel pub