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Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 29

Bewildered at my wife running away after knowing the price of one of my suits, I went to my room.

I mean, I am a billionaire, she should have expected that. Still honestly, It was one of the best but ah well.

The second I entered our room and took off my watch and other ring- not the wedding one- she kicked the door open.

“What the-”

For a second I thought someone came to assault me but it was only her, holding a towel in her hand, stopping before me.

The moment I opened my mouth to ask, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and brought me down to her level.

“What are you doing?!” I gasped at her action, holding her wrist quickly to stop but I soon noticed her eyes fixed on my lapel.

“What else? Clean this up!” She whisper-yelled, perturbation coating her eyes, wiping the soil. If it was any color, it would be fine but white…

“Oh Lord, I had no idea that was this costly. I am so sorry.” She whispered. I didn’t realize I was holding her wrist, bent to her level.

She kept me too close.

“It’s alright-” I was about to whisper softly but she frowned.

“Hell no. Sit. I am not that ungrateful or uncaring. Let me wipe it off.” Ordering, she moved my label so I won’t hurt my back and made me sit on the bed.

I swallowed hard, she was standing between my legs, eyes carefully fixed on the lapel. I bet the second she would notice, she would jump.

Clearing my throat, I put my both hands in the air, motioning to her to stop but she refused to listen.

“Hey-”

“Shh.”

To shift from the discomforting position, I began to notice her features closely. A strand of her hair falling loosely on her face.

My eyes were compelled to stare at her worried orbs, blowing, mumbling ‘please remove’ continuously. So distressed for a stain and it made me smirk.

Leaning forward, I stared intensely at her arresting features, from her stressed eyes to those moving lips, blowing after wiping the soil off.

Licking my lips, I continued to stare while closing the distance unintentionally as I brought my hand to remove the hair coming between.

The second my hand almost touched her, she successfully removed the mark and grinned with relief.

“Done-”

But it wiped her felicity when she saw herself between me and my hands almost touching her face.

Her mouth was left open when her eyes fell on me, mixing my breaths with hers which rose a scarlet shade on her cheeks and jumped back exactly how I imagined.

“What are you doing?” She whispered innocently.

I rose from the seat slowly. She was so small compared to my height and continued to stare, taking the strand nonetheless and placing it behind her ears.

“M-Mister Cannedy?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked coldly, clearing my throat. Cursing her mentally to destroy the one time I found her beautiful.

“Who is in this world without grief, Mister Cannedy?” She frowned, closing the gap again but it wouldn’t feel how it did before.

So I put my hand in between to stop her from nearing.

“We deal with our grief in our own way. Not everyone is strong enough to forgive nor is everyone strong enough to take revenge.” I responded harshly, taking off the coat and waistcoat and hanging it.

“We deal with our problems our own way.” She gave me a sad smile.

To which I smirked in return, “In an entirely different way.”

I turned to her and loosened my tie as I began to approach her while unbuttoning my shirt slowly.

“I won’t hate him. He chose his path and to love is to let go for me. Whatever we had ended the day he cheated anyways. What is the point of hanging on that point?” She replied sternly.

She had no idea how much worse I could get. This small action was agonizing her weak soul and by all means, I won’t allow it to continue.

“How can you move on from that point, Saafia? How can it not burn you to receive nothing after offering all of you?” I continued in a low, husky tone. Standing before her with three buttons opened and hands holding my sides.

“Because I am seeing things from a brighter side. Maybe it happened for the better.” She whispered, not removing her eyes as well.

“So you consider marrying me destiny too?” I chuckled mockingly, shaking my head at those mindless thoughts.

What a silly woman.

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