Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria’s room.

“Do not, come near me Dalton. Doctor, can you please tell Dalton to stay away from the patient?” Aria turned to Doctor Fernandez, who was wiping clean the surgical scissors that he had used to cut bandages and some other things.

He was really startled to hear Aria involve him in her and Dalton’s marriage fight, as he faked a cough and struggled with the right words to tell her.

There was no way he could ever tell Dalton that he should vacate the room, and disobeying the patient’s request to see a visitor was no ethics of a doctor.

‘How would someone possibly convince him that the couples hated one another, with the way she kept on hissing and growling angrily at Dalton, as many times as her hand hurt badly when he was dressing it? He was present at the mansion again to treat her for the second time, and he had to watch her treat Dalton with evident disdain in his presence. What has changed?’ He continued to wonder.

“If you would not do that for the sake of the patient, then I would do that myself,” Aria, whose left hand had been severely banded to her shoulder, said to the doctor who seemed to be so cautious of Dalton at the expense of her own peace.

She could never have imagined that it would be so impossible for her to leave the house by herself in a car a few hours away from being awake, bathing and getting dressed. It was even more painful for her that Dalton seemed to have made the situation worse, by grabbing her however he liked without her consent in the wrong manner.

To make it even more infuriating, there was nothing so worse than the mortification that had covered her minutes ago.

It was when Dalton had pushed her against the wall and made her pain worse, that tears from nowhere began to drop from her eyes when she opened it. The pain in her arm was too intense for her to handle.

She knew she saw Dalton’s terrified face when he watched her droplets of tears drop from her eyes, but had no idea that his heart wrenched so much to watch her helplessly.

He had no idea why his cold and defiant wife was suddenly sobbing, and was moved so greatly that he withdrew his body from hers immediately. He wondered if she hated his touch that much, dripping a gust of salty liquid from her precious eyes.

It was when his eyes darted to her elbow to see how red and bruised it was, he almost yelled out to see how bad of a state her arm was.

Without wasting any time, he quickly ran out to get Alex to call the doctor, while he rummaged through her countless clothes to pick something that would be less exposing for her to wear.

He could definitely not allow anyone see the perky nipples of her through the thin fabric she was wearing, or the sexiness of her curvy hips and butt cheeks through the lacy part. If patience was a man, Dalton would have probably won the prize for it.

It was because of the manner at which he put a white sweatshirt he finally picked over her head, and wore it through her messed arm so carefully. And yet, she was telling him to leave her space because it was all his fault.

“Can you just rest and stop talking?!” Dalton gritted his teeth together angrily, while trying his best not to shout at her in his usual ways of handling things. She was provoking him.

“Most people who fall from a height die because they fracture their spine, near the top which transects the aorta which carries blood out of the heart. But you, Mrs. Miller, are so lucky that you fell on your arm. It should heal in two weeks,” Doctor Fernandez said to ease the tension he was feeling and the one in the room, while trying hard to be professional all the same.

He had explained everything that had happened during the cause of the fall to them initially, and also told Aria that he would give her pain killer shots occasionally alongside changing her bandages too. She definitely was not pleased to hear that.

“And what were you doing up, Aria?” Dalton asked seriously, as his gaze diverted away from the doctor to her, which made the doctor realize that he might have talked wrong again. The couple were probably going to get into another heated discussion.

“Can we not talk about how I broke my arm or why I was doing something up, and just focus on the fact that you picked the wrong cloth for me. The heat is so unbearable!” She shot up in spontaneous anger that made the doctor’s hand tremble instantly by dropping the gauze he was holding on the floor. He wondered if he should quickly put on the air conditioner.

“I think you should explain why you were standing at an elevated height in your room. Were you planning to escape through the ceiling?” The question just came out of Dalton’s lips without control, that he realized he sounded so different and more cringy than his usual self.

‘Since when did he begin to make boring humors?’

“For an intelligent man, Dalton. You kind of sound du…….” Aria suddenly paused on her words, to take a peek at the doctor who was still standing in the room.

Even if she hated everything that was going on and even the man in the room, she still could not degrade him in the presence of a mere doctor. She had more etiquette and manners than him.

“This is entirely your fault, doctor! Why exactly did you see the need to talk about heights again? Can you please just leave together with this man that might be a hindrance to my quick recovery?” Aria diverted her lashing out to the poor doctor, who was greatly amused to watch Aria say to anyone, all that was on her mind with any filter. It was another level of braveness.

“Sure Mrs. Miller. I shall take my leave now,” he assured and immediately picked up the backpack that he had brought along with him, and made his run out of the room before she would call him back for Dalton.

“And once again, the doctor breaks a rule because of you,” Aria said disappointedly, “Can you just leave and allow me to breathe peacefully?” She sighed heavily, while trying to suck in the writhing pain that was spreading in every area of her arm.

‘Damn! These pain killers do not even work.’

“I’m getting Alex. You should eat something before you…….”

“No, Dalton. I have eaten enough,” she groaned in frustration. He had forced a sandwich and a fruit drink into her mouth earlier, when the doctor said she needed to eat something to take drugs and injections.

“And why are you still taking alcoholic drinks, Aria?” His voice sounded low and weirdly soft than his normal self, that made Aria wonder what was going on with him. Dalton was never calm.

“Why are you not shouting like your normal self, or forcefully demanding to get an answer from me using your forte?” She asked tiredly, while trying so hard to ignore her pain.

Though she was sounding so annoying, he was still going to make it work by being as calm as he could, “Just answer me, Aria.”

“I don’t know. It helps me sleep better than ever,” she said concisely. Him finding out that she had insomnia due to nightmares, was the least she wanted. Looking weak in front of her perpetrators was terrible.

“And drop the spare keys to my room right now, Dalton. Else you want me to move to the living room and start sleeping there.”

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Dalton slapped his desk with an open palm in anger the moment he got to his study room, trying hard to calm even if he was boiling in insane rage.

In just one morning, Aria had succeeded in bringing out so many emotions through him. Sexual arousal, anger, care, controlled anger and she still went so far to threaten him, if he didn’t drop the spare keys to her room.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“You are beginning to lose your touch, Dalton!” he murmured, as he took his seat immediately. Alex had followed behind after he saw him leaving Aria’s room pissed off, but had no clue of what to say or how to make Dalton feel better.

Since he had known his boss, he had never witnessed people getting a second chance whenever they got him angry. Once they messed up, it was a chance gone never to be seen again.

But he had watched Dalton get angry so many times because of Aria’s words and actions, but he still always surprisingly got involved with her to hear more and more again. It made his head confused that, maybe no one else but she, could now get away with it.

“Should I get her tested psychologically too?! She should definitely get a mental test, psychological test, fitness tests, and maybe even a sexual test too?!” Dalton groaned in frustration, ignoring that he had mentioned a word that rarely came out of his lips.

It was really hard to decipher how she could remain normal after he had teased her, when she was the one that seductively led him to it. He was really starting to get crazily curious, of how her body would respond willingly to his touch. If she was really interested in men and was straight, then he would make sure to tame her body to respond to only him.

‘But how would he even do that, when she hated the sight of him? You are getting out of control Dalton, and really going out of your way to explore things you have never been interested in before. What is wrong with you?’

Alex just watched his boss think of so many things in his head, that he didn’t even need to check, to know that he was really struggling with his thoughts. He just got to discover that he was always like that too, whenever it came to a disturbing issue about his wife.

Dalton was a man never to ponder too much. He was a huge investor, and a risk taker of many investments that would appear to fall through to many people.

It was always crazy to watch him win his personal bets every single time, against his fellow competitors in business leaving them far behind, with his very intelligent, smart and calculative brain. He was like a genius. And those perfect attributes of his, couldn’t help but come with a great pride.

Even when he was going to get married to Aria that the preparations were being made, Alex was wishing in his heart that the new wife would be the one to melt his ice.

Alas, he was wrong when he studied her behavior for days, and knew she was too soft to bend him. His mother made things worse by making Aria’s life so pathetic, instead of helping her to make her son a warmer person to them all.

But now that she had become the bone in everyone’s throat, she could now get Dalton’s attention even if it was with anger. She could now make him do things he really hated, even if she didn’t mean to make him do them. Her issues could now disturb Dalton so much, that he would think so hard and not find an answer.

It then brought Alex to a crazy speculation, that he seemed to have never thought before, which widened his eyes so bright in shock of his rational thought.

‘Was his boss by any chance falling in love with his wife?’

“Get the car, Alex,” Dalton jolted him out of his thoughts that made his heart tremble, with the weird imagination he was having about him, “Maybe buying her painting at the auction would make her feel better.”

‘Now he wants to help her feel better?!’