Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 40

Later, only a week was left for Jacey’s engagement, everyone was madly working, decorating the mansion as it was going to happen here.

It was Sunday and I had so much fun with Jacey. I had a lovely and delightful time.

I was excited to wear that pink dress Jacey gave me.

“Saafia! Do you have a list of things for decoration?” Jacey called me from downstairs.

Grinning, I happily ran down the stairs. He was standing in the landing area. Looking eye-catching as always in his black shirt. Three buttons opened, revealing his toned chest.

Sleeves rolled perfectly to the elbow, always looking immaculate. He was on his phone with one hand in his pocket.

“Yeah! I do. I have it- Ah!”

I was so excited and twisted my ankle, slipping and falling in his chest. Stopping, he quickly grabbed my waist to refrain me from falling but I hurt my ankle badly.

“Can’t you watch where you are going, woman? Are you hurt?” He whispered worriedly, cutting the call and putting the phone back to help me stand.

Making a crying face, I gripped his shirt with both of my hands, nodding.

“Yeah. My ankle.”

“Oh my God, are you okay, Saafia?” Jacey also came, glancing at our position and then at me.

“Mhm. Here you go.” I mumbled, giving her the list and taking support from his muscular shoulders. My heart skipped a beat when I felt his warm body, creeping a blush on my cheeks.

“No, you are not. Let’s go back to our room and see if it needs a doctor or not.” He scolded me, holding me from the side to help me go back to our room.

“Argh, it’s hurting.” I whined, one hand in his and the other one his shoulder but it was hard to walk.

“Hold on tight.” He sighed when I didn’t place my foot down.

“What-”

Not giving me a moment to register, he snaked his arms around my body and lifted me like a bridal style. I gasped, instinctively holding his neck.

My face turned crimson. Jacey was astonished like me, not expecting he’d pick me up. Forming my lips in a thin line, I could feel my heartbeats growing rapidly to be held this closely by him.

“What are you doing?” I whispered worriedly, trying not to stare at his tempting eyes, noticing my timidness from up close.

“I don’t have all day for you. You are taking too much time to move.” He whispered, taking me to our room. Shivering slightly, my cold and weak hands held him closer.

His heart was pounding so swiftly. Averting my gaze, I bit my bottom lips, praying for us to be like this all the time instead of fighting and hurting each other.

He didn’t speak a word and placed me on the bed. With my senses growing wild, I stare at his face, moving back and taking out a pain relieving gel from the first aid box.

He sat at the edge of the bed, taking my foot and placing it on his knees. I gasped and tried to pull my foot back but he didn’t let me. His eyes solely focused on my hurt ankle.

“You.. don’t have to.” I murmured and was about to stop him but he held my hand. We paused, my breaths turning into a pant, not used to having a close physical contact with him.

Gulping, I pulled my hand back gradually as he applied the gel on my ankle covering it with a cloth so it could recover quickly.

And I continued to stare at him. I always anticipated him to be the guy who left you in pain, not soothing it.

“Thank you.” I whispered sincerely, leaning forward to stare at his handsome face.

“Are you still angry with me?” He whispered back, lifting his head heavy gaze and meeting mine.

“No. I was never angry. I was only sad.”

Exhaling, I pulled my other foot back, gripping the sheets, unable to meet his keen eyes contemplating me.

“Still? Look, you are the third woman whose feet I have touched in my entire life. Be grateful.” He failed to crack a joke, hoping to sound expectant.

My mouth was gaped, not expecting he’d take those words to his heart.

“Who told you that?”

“I heard you telling your sister that you don’t call my name because I don’t make you feel protected.”

His lips curled upward emptily, meeting my gaze with the same disappointment I held, giving a logical reasoning.

“In that case how can ‘I’ have expectations from ‘you’, Saafia?”

Those words pierced my chest.

“That is why I stop you whenever you come near, I don’t let you. Become harsh because we were not meant to be. I hope you understand now.”

He flashed a small smile, not giving me a moment to stare at it properly and wiped it quickly.

“Mister-”

“Some important work came. I have to leave. I might be late. Don’t wait for me.”

I tried to call him tenderly, extending my hand out to him but shutting his eyes from a glimpse of woe, he rose from the bed.

Not listening to me anymore, he broke the profound contact and left me alone in the room. Realizing the depth of his words now that is why he didn’t want us to become one.

His words forced me to think. If I think deeply about it… he was not wrong either in his place.

‘Why be attached to the person you intend to leave?’

With his words echoing in my mind, I began to contemplate our relationship. From the beginning to now.

‘Should I truly give us… a chance?’ I thought, touching my foot slowly, smiling faintly to myself.