Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Bellamy quickly explained himself, “I thought that you were going to die. You went into shock many times. I was worried that she would take her own life, that’s why I pretended to be you for a while. But don’t worry, I didn’t do anything inappropriate with her.”

Jasper still looked indifferent.

Bellamy chuckled and patted Jasper on the shoulder, “Kid, why are you being so cool?”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jasper remained silent.

“Da-da, da-da,” the baby called out all of a sudden.

Jasper turned to look at his son.

The little baby was teething, so he was biting on the bottom of the bottle. When he saw Jasper looking at him, he quickly waved his hands up and down and cooed loudly, “Da-da, da-da, da-da.”

“You’re so adorable, can I carry you?” Bellamy teased the baby. He picked the baby up without asking Jasper for permission.

The baby quieted down after he was picked up. He peered at Bellamy with his large eyes, then looked at Jasper. His head kept rotating back and forth between Bellamy and Jasper.

The baby’s arms swung around as it twisted and turned his body. Bellamy had to move out of the way. Laughing, he said, “You’re a little boxer, aren’t you? I bet you’re going to be a champion one day.”

The baby reached out and tried to scratch Bellamy’s face.

He dodged again. Grabbing the baby’s plump hand, Bellamy put it close to his lips and planted kisses all over him.

This all felt surreal to him. When the child was still in his mother’s belly, Bellamy had thought of raising him as his own. In just a blink of an eye, he was already this big.

Walking in from the kitchen, Stella spotted Bellamy carrying the baby in his arms. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and she said, “Bellamy, your pasta is ready. It’s on the kitchen table.”

“Okay, I’ll go eat now,” Bellamy said with a smile.

Stella walked over to take the baby from him. As she was the one who carried him the most, the baby reached out instinctively when he saw her coming over.

Stella took the child and then placed him on the bed.

Bellamy went to the kitchen to have his meal.

Stella’s eyes floated towards the bowl of soup by the bed. She had guessed that Jasper wouldn’t let Bellamy feed him.

“I’ll heat it up for you,” Stella picked up the bowl.

Jasper held her wrist and looked at her deeply.

Stella looked into his eyes. For some reason, she saw a hint of anger in them.

After giving it some thought, she didn’t feel she had done anything wrong.

Did Bellamy say something to him?

But she hadn’t done anything to betray Jasper.

“What’s wrong?” Stella asked in confusion.

Jasper pursed his lips, but he did not say anything. He refused to let her leave. His eyes glanced to the bowl of soup and he shook his head.

“You don’t want it anymore?” Stella guessed.

Jasper nodded.

“I see,” After setting the bowl down on the table, Stella stretched out her hands in front of her. “Then I’m going to show you a few finger exercises, follow after me.”

She proceeded to demonstrate a few movements to him.

Jasper mimicked her movements easily.

Stella was surprised to see how well he could follow her. He was recovering at a faster rate than normal given his condition. Most patients who had just woken up from a coma couldn’t even move their fingers.

“Hold on,” Stella picked up her phone. Opening the messaging app, she handed it to Jasper.

Jasper clicked on the keypad diligently. Very quickly, he typed out four words, “You’ve suffered a lot.”

Stella smiled and said, “Although you can’t speak for the time being, we could still communicate by text or writing. Oh yeah, you know quite a bit of sign language too, maybe I can learn it. That way if you need to say anything, I’ll be able to understand you. Then you won’t need to rush yourself to learn to speak, just take your time.”

Jasper lowered his head as he typed something on the phone. “I think that my speech cortex has been damaged, that’s why I can’t form words.”

Stella looked at Jasper in surprise.

She had specifically told the doctor to not let him know about this. Although no one told him, he still knew it the best.

“There’s no need to worry, it’s just your speech cortex. There’s a new research being conducted overseas where they’re looking into nerve cell regeneration. You’ll get better, and you’ll be able to talk again,” Stella comforted.

Jasper texted on the phone again. “There’s no such thing. If there was, you guys would’ve done it already.”

“There is. It’s just that the team is very secretive. We’ve been looking for them. Trust me, I wouldn’t lie to you,” Stella said firmly.

Jasper glanced at Stella and entered three words into the phone, “I trust you.”

His words were as concise as before. He was as resolute as thunder and as vigorous as the wind.

To tell the truth, he had never been afraid of death. Therefore, when he found out that his speech cortex was damaged, he didn’t even break a sweat.

All he was worried about was making Stella upset, and he was worried that Stella would be upset when she saw that he was sad.

In the end, they were the same kind of people.

“By the way, what are we going to name our baby? We have Ralph and Dante already,” Stella changed the topic and asked. Holding his arm, she leaned on his shoulder and looked at the phone screen.

“Sandrino, Sandrino Milton,” Jasper had already thought of it.

“That’s a pretty name, but what should we call him normally? I’ve always been calling him ‘sweetheart’. Sometimes I even call him ‘Baby’, which is what Eli calls her child too,” Stella said gently.

“Anything is fine,” Jasper said.

“If we were to have a gathering with Eli and the rest one day, and both of us were to call out ‘Baby’ at the same time, I’m sure everyone will be confused. I think I’ll just call him Sandro, what do you think?” Stella asked.

Jasper nodded in agreement. He smiled slightly as usual.

When Sandro was done with his nap, he started fussing.

Stella quickly picked him up. While humming a song, she patted Sandro’s little butt and paced up and down the ward while holding him. After a while, Sandro’s eyes shut slowly and he fell back asleep.

Stella placed him back on the bed and covered him with the blanket.

All this while, Jasper had been watching her, his eyes filled with love.

He always knew that she would be a good mother. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, it moved him more than he had expected. She was so gentle and loving, it was a look that suited her well.

After Stella was done attending to him, she looked at Jasper and said, “I’ll wheel you to the physiotherapist now. You’ve just woken up, so you can’t do anything too vigorous. Let’s do it for just an hour first. Don’t push yourself too much.”

Jasper nodded and made a series of gestures, but Stella didn’t understand him. She could guess that it had something to do with Sandro as his eyes kept fleeting towards him.

“You don’t have to worry about Sandro. He has been sleeping the whole afternoon. Plus, the staff here could look after him,” Stella said. Seeing that he was more assured, she pushed Jasper into the physiotherapy room.

Previously, it was Stella and the doctors who carried his limp body to walk. Now that Jasper could move, they supported both his arms and guided him forward slowly.

Physically, his body functions were fine. The only reason he couldn’t walk was that he hadn’t done so in a while.

Jasper finally took a short break after walking for two hours. However, he got up very soon, keen to continue.

Stella’s heart ached for him. “There’s no hurry, we can continue tomorrow.”

Jasper shook his head. With a determined look in his eyes, he held on to the railing and stood up again.

“I’m tired, Jasper, let’s stop. Why don’t you come rest with me?” Stella put it in a different way.

With no other choice, Jasper glanced helplessly at Stella. Smiling, he nodded at her.