Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

The entire night was so sleepless for Dalton because Aria was so restless, and was finding it hard to sleep because of her nightmares. She continued to mumble and sweat profusely in her sleep with shut tight eyes, with Dalton worrying endlessly about what he could do to help without waking her.

The fire incident that she was involved in when she was young replayed in her dreams, alongside the one that she had to experience in the vacation house again. She struggled so much because it was hard to sleep, and to also wake up because of the medicine that was yet to wear off from her body.

Dalton gently wiped the sweat from her face and forehead as she slept, but it was still uncomfortable for him to watch her look so much in pain. He moved over to the couch that she was sleeping on and raised the upper part of her body up, so that he could lay her head on his lap and tend to her properly.

He tried to tie her hair that seemed to be getting in the way of her face, but it was difficult to do even if he had put in the most of his efforts. At the end, he just wove her hair into so many halves and did whatever he could do.

It was after he was done doing his business with her hair, that he realized that she seemed to be more comfortable in her sleep than before. He continued to touch her temple throughout the night even in his tiredness, hoping that he would sleep better than the hours she was unable to sleep.

The next morning, Aria woke up feeling much better than the previous night, and even later than the time she thought she would sleep till. The room she slept in was so bright that the sun also shone through the glass walls, because the penthouse was the highest unit in the condo, and was closest to the sun.

Quickly, she stood up from the couch and looked around to see if Dalton was around, as the memories of the previous began to flood to her brain. From almost getting burnt at the vacation house, Dalton rescuing her, to carrying her to the bathroom, feeding her, and even patting her to sleep.

“Oh dear!” Aria unconsciously murmured out as the memories occurred to her, she quickly ran to the door to see if she could leave before he came out from wherever he was.

“Stop there! Come and eat breakfast,” she heard the voice behind her as she froze on the stop, and turned back to see the arrogant husband of hers.

“And if I don’t?” She dared him.

“Oh, I can see you are really okay now and can go back to your old self and talk manners. You should sincerely be thankful to me,” he rolled his eyes, and she almost snickered at the expression on his face.

“Come and eat something and use your drugs, or you can prickle yourself with those scary needles again,” he cringed, with his lips stretching out in his manner to show the fear of shots in him, which made her chuckle.

“You should have gotten some for yourself too. Being a workaholic to keep up with everything must be so exhausting. You can still call for some though, I’ll be the nurse,” Aria mocked him and he just huffed.

‘From belittling him with her talks to making mockery of him. She sure knew how to get to him at every upgrade.’

Staring at the twists he had done on her hair in the night, he wanted to laugh out loud because of how funny she looked. But he suppressed it immediately so that she would not catch on, and turned to the other side of the room to let out a snicker.

“How can you inject yourself well? Did you get sick so often that you had to use this as a coping mechanism?” he asked her as she picked on the food that was before her, and she just shrugged without replying to him.

“Why are you not eating the food? Is it not to your liking?” He asked again.

“It is not bad. My taste buds do not just like the food,” she replied, dropping the silver spoon in her hand on the white plate.

“You want to eat another one. I ordered quite a lot,” he told her, and stretched his hand to drag the second nylon of food that he had also ordered that morning, before she woke up.

“I mean that I am really tired. Every part of me,” she explained to him truthfully and sighed.

Though she really hated to know that he had seen almost every one of her weaknesses and vulnerabilities, it was really hard to act tough in that situation. Her head was still feeling pain as a result of the way her head banged the floor, when she fell to the ground without any warning. Her eyes soon caught his arm and the burnt spots that were on it.

“Did you see anything when you were in the vacation house, and why would you choose to go to some place like that?” He wanted to ask a question, but ended up scolding her instead.

“I didn’t see anyone even if someone had probably shut the door after I entered, and also set the place on fire with malfunctioning sprinklers. And it was a nice place to hide. Where you would not quickly find me, out after your mama bundled me out,” she answered his questions in a respective order, and sounded really sarcastic that he couldn’t help but feel angry. He could not do anything to her though.

“Sorry my mum did that,” Dalton said in a barely audible voice, that almost gouged out Aria’s ears at the hearing of his apology.

‘Was he really dying? Why would he apologize so easily?’

“I see that you have some burns there,” Aria uttered instead, and stood up to get the package of treatment she had used the previous day from the living room. His eyes just trailed to where she was going, to see what she was going to do.

“What are you doing?” He demanded when she came near him, and tried to raise the sleeve of the cloth he was putting on.

“Stay still,” she commanded him, and pushed him back when he tried to stand up.

Carefully, she raised the sleeve of his shirt up to the burns, and slowly applied some ointment on it, gauze and band-aid. She also remembered that some kind of wood had fallen on his shoulders, as he came over to her side before her eyes finally closed.

Dalton watched her carefully as she tried to check the wound through the neck hole of the shirt, and tried to dress the wound from that point too but he pulled the shirt off to make it easier for her. She dressed the wound in his shoulders too without saying anything.

“I thought you hated me. Why are you doing this for me?” He asked her the moment she dropped everything she was holding in her hands, finally breaking the silence that was between them for a while.

“You saved me. I should be able to at least do this,” she answered him and turned to leave to the kitchen, as he dragged her back to turn to face him.

He was still in a shirtless state and his rippling muscles were staring right at her, even if she had not really taken time to notice how beautiful his body was looking that morning. The look on his face was priceless as she looked at him, wondering why he had to have really good looks even than those that were nicer than he.

However, he was staring at her fair face and how cutely she was looking at him, so gently and innocently like a flustered doll. Her lashes flickered in rhythm as her eyes traced every feature of his face, which had him wondering what exactly was in her mind.

“It is so hard to resist you,” he muttered

Dalton pulled Aria by the arm closer to her shoulders this time around, and brought his lips to meet hers in the moment. Though she didn’t resist him or kiss back, he could not just help but suck on her lips so addictively. After a long and deep kiss, he pulled away.

There was so much for her to say to him but she didn’t, and just turned back to leave the spot immediately. They both had so many things to say to one another, but they kept it to themselves.

It was going to be a fit rage of sad, angry, happy emotions, regrets, pain, apologizes and probably affection. And the day to bring it all out, would probably be the end of everything. Everything.

The drive back was nice and cool without any fights, as they both said nothing to one another. Dalton stopped by at a dress shop to get her changed into a nice outfit rather than his shirt, and also purchased a pair of sneakers that her feet would be comfortable in.

Alex had initially informed him of her things that got burnt alongside the building, which made him stop by at a tech mall to purchase a new phone for her. He also took her along with him to an exclusive shopping mall, and purchased anything that she liked without objecting. It was the topic for the day amongst the staff that knew who he was: THE BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE.

“Do you want to go home now or somewhere better?” Dalton asked Aria, skeptical about his question so that she would not yell at him again for wanting to take her back to his house, after they had just had a really peaceful and fun morning.

“Anywhere better,” she replied.

‘Being with him for a while was probably better, than going back to where she had to and facing her fears.’

She had been trying really hard not to think about the incident, which she already had a thousand speculations for. It had to be someone who knew the point that she was taken out of the house, went to Collin’s house, and later went to the vacation house where was left alone. That meant, she was trailed.

‘But who?’© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The thought of even knowing who sent shivers down her spine, because returning to the mansion meant she was going to face the person that attempted to murder her.

‘Who could it be? Could it be who she was thinking?’