Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 102

“Are you going to remain angry with me forever? How can I convince you that I am only loyal to you, Dariel?” I murmured, kissing his hand, opening my eyes with tears recollecting in them.

“You don’t have to do that anymore.” He exhaled, removing his hand and wiping the tear in the corner tenderly.

“What?”

“We will talk when I get home. You should leave.” He whispered, rising from his seat, resting his hand in his pocket, forging a stoic and dominant posture, he began to unbutton his shirt.

My heart skipped a beat with a blush at his abrupt action, shivering when he revealed his ripped muscles.

“W-What are you doing?” I stammered, swallowing hard when his strong body was revealed.

His toned body was fine, meaning that blood was someone else’s. What the heck did he just do?

Whose was it?

“Changing my shirt. I must have kept a spare shirt- there it is.” He sighed, taking out a spare black shirt which I helped him wear.

He didn’t question and allowed me to button his shirt, secure his tie and wear his waistcoat and coat, completing his powerful posture.

The second I closed the last button, I raised my gaze sorrowfully.

“Dariel-”

“Leave, Saafia, go back to your place, I will pick you up on Sunday,” He sighed, placing his hand under my cheek, trying to sound reassuring but I was having bad omen about it.

“Why not our home?!” I argued if there was nothing then why he did this to me.

“Because I am saying.” He frowned.

“What are you doing?” I demanded to ask but he glared at me to not question him further.

A distress was plastered on his face since the moment I entered and seemingly he was impotent to share that with me.

“Just do as I say. I am not angry with you but let me complete a few errands before returning to you, okay?” He got angry but soon softened his tone.

Forming my lips in a thin line, I didn’t want to enrage him so I agreed sadly.

“...Okay.”

He gave me a side hug, kissing the top of my head but it felt cold. There was something he was hiding from me and it pinched me. Yet, trusting him, I didn’t argue and left.

“Huff,”

Overflowing with strange feelings and questions about why he didn’t want me to return him- or whose blood was it?- What was he doing behind my back?

‘Was everything alright?’

There were limitless things I wanted to ask but amid this I was relieved that he was no longer enraged and would take me home at least.

Forming my lips in a thin line, I got out where I saw Sarah waiting for me with a frown on her lips with Ian.

“Happy now?” She mocked.

I chuckled nervously, “He said he will pick me up on Sunday.”

“Good for you, now, come.” She sighed. I smiled apologetically at Ian and left with Sarah.

“So what did you guys talk about?” She asked curiously, noticing how people were looking at me to wonder what Mrs. Cannedy was here.

I was on the verge of sobbing when they started accusing our sacred bond constantly. Tears gleamed in the corner, drying my throat in anticipation.

How did they come to know?

What was happening?

“Are you going to separate-”

Gritting my teeth, I was about to yell at them to not bother me but they were cut off by Dariel’s dominant tone.

“My wife loves me a lot and no, she did not cheat. Satisfy your rumors somewhere else.”

My eyes widened, turning my head when I saw back to his assertive composure. Coming closer, he moved his hand across my shoulder and brought me to his chest.

“Dariel?”

“Tsk, I should have expected these pests.” He muttered, under his breaths as the guards came and cleared a way for me and Sarah to leave.

“Sir- Sir, then what is the truth?” They asked when we took a step closer.

I wanted to ignore that but Dariel stopped in his tracks and glanced over his shoulder with a deadpan expression.

“The truth is these are only rumors.”

My steps slowed down to look up at the man who supported me in admiration. My heart began to thump when he pulled me to his chest protector while arguing with the Media for my character.

He was justifying my innocence.