Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 85

SAAFIA’S POV:-

All the confusion inside me finally vanished, the sting cleared and now I could focus entirely on the man before me, only thinking about our future where nothing but our love would remain.

‘What more do we need?’ I thought the next morning when he was sleeping peacefully.

My fingers trailed on the side of his face, caressing him lovingly. I was utterly stupefied at his misery, not once I imagined it would affect him ‘that’ much.

“I won’t leave you again, my love.” I whispered, trailing my fingers to his pumped shoulders.

“Promise?” A smirk crept on his lips, indicating he was awake. Furrowing my brows, I poked his shoulder with my index finger playfully.

“Hmm? You were awake?”

“Mhm.” He chuckled groggily, nodding before opening his eye-catching silver eyes.

“I am just wondering, I didn’t expect you to be that gloomy about my absence.” I exhaled, contemplating the room, not believing how badly it affected him.

Seeing that pinched me, I won’t leave him again.

Humming, he took my hand from his shoulder and kissed it lovingly, blooming a euphoric sensation inside me.

“You have no idea how badly it affected me, Saafia. You have developed into a habit. I can’t imagine losing you.” He murmured, bringing a scarlet shade on my cheek from delight.

“I can see that.” Giggling, I pinched his cheek before we both sat. He stretched his muscular arms, increasing his handsomeness as I stared at him in admiration, looking so desirable.

He yawned, giving my shoulder a pat, “Anyways, let’s get up and clean this-”

“You do it. I am not moving an inch. You did it, you cleaned it up.” I demanded, motioning to clear the mess he created.

He arched an eyebrow seductively, moving his one hand across me to hover over me so he couldn’t bind my senses in his rhythm.

“Won’t help me at all?” He questioned temptingly, leaning dangerously closer to my face.

“No.”

Forming my lips in a thin line, I averted my gaze but he held my chin, determined to make me join him too.

“Really?”

I failed to stare at him and ended up chuckling, “Okay,”

Shaking my head, I couldn’t decline those desirable eyes as we both freshened up and began to clean up the mess in the room. Though I never expected Dariel, the perfectionist to live in this mess.

“You even broke this? I ordered it especially to match our theme.” I frowned, picking the broken vase in the corner, ruining the decor of my beautiful room.

“I told you I was not in my right state of mind.” He shrugged his shoulders with a faint smile.

“I can clearly see that.”

“Leave that. Order another one. Anyways, Be ready tonight. Let’s go out for dinner.” He winked, taking out his clothes after organizing the room.

“Sure.”

Laughing a little, I helped him get ready as we went down to have breakfast, sharing a monotonous yet sweet moment with each other before he left for work.

After he was gone, I contemplated what happened. I never expected him to yearn for me this much, I was confused before but now, by all means, I won’t leave until I hear the whole truth in any matter again.

‘How can I go when my Dariel couldn’t spend a second without me? Especially when he loves me too?’ I thought delightfully, brushing my hair after wearing a pink knee-length frock for our dinner.

Grinning at my reflection, I was waiting for my husband to return.

“My, my, look at my Missus. What a sight to behold.”

Resting his elbow on the doorframe, a cheering coo echoed in the room.

Blushing shyly at the sound, I saw my spellbinding man with one hand in his pocket and the other twirling a rose around his fingers.

“Welcome home. How do I look?” I asked, taking a spin to show him my dress.

His intense eyes scanned me from top to bottom, licking his lips as he opened a button of his shirt, increasing my heartbeats when he stopped before me, tapping the rose on my nose.

“Sometimes I feel like you wear pink not because it suits you a lot but to force me to like that color. But then again, anything looks arresting on you.” He smirked, snaking his hand around my waist to keep my body latched to his strong one.

“I love it when you compliment me.” I whispered, holding onto his shirt.

“You can’t see through my mind yet. This is one of my hundred thoughts.” He whispered back, kissing my cheeks.

“Oh you. Freshen up. I am waiting.”

I swear, these soft actions of his would turn me mad for him.

“It’s alright.” I whispered, taking his hand in mine too so I could kiss his knuckles, indulging how perfect it felt when we held hands.

“Are you doing okay? I hope I was not rough.” He asked softly, giving my hand an assuring squeeze.

“Yeah, yeah, I am okay.”

“Great. I am leaving then. Don’t forget to have breakfast. Take care.” He whispered, pecking my lips, taking me by surprise.

“I love you.” He spoke wholeheartedly, wallowing in the heartwarming point our life had reached.

“I love you too.”

Blushing, I replied vaguely, averting my gaze as he walked away and went to work, leaving me utterly spellbound in him.

My life had begun to sing endless melodies of love, indicating this was the point of my life I was longing for. Just him and me, our world, made for each other.

“Ah, how beautiful.”

Laughing timidly to myself, I got out, took a shower and had breakfast as I went to check up on my garden but all on my mind was him.

My thoughts were wrapped around him only until a maid came and broke my rhythm.

“Ma’am.”

“Hmm?”

“We have an important guest.” She informed me. Blinking, I regained my composure. Who could it be, “Who?”

She didn’t tell me so I went to see who came, moreover important. Entering the hall, I saw a man in a black shirt and black waistcoat, emitting a dangerous aura which distressed me. Shrinking my eyes, they collided with an emotionless hazel one with long brown hair.

“Yes? Do I know you?” I asked softly, not sure if I had seen him before or not.

He emitted the same malicious aura Dariel once did when we first met but much darker but concealing that aura, he curled his lips in a beautiful smile, extending his hand charmingly to me.

“I doubt your husband would tell me about you but you should. I am Helder Cannedy, Dariel’s cousin.”