Over protective
Dalton carried Aria hastily out of the dining and straight to her bedroom, while Alex tried to dial the doctor’s phone number. He was at the same time calculating the few minutes that it would take Mark Miller to reach the house, because of the mess that was made in the dining room.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
The servants were trying their best as Alex urged them to hurry so fast, without telling them why they had to do that in a flash. They had a limited amount of time to change the chandelier, dining table and the number of porcelains that broke alongside the disaster.
Everyone was confused about what was happening that no one was telling them, but Alex was not even in the space to give anyone answers. He was directing the servants quickly into what to do, and was at the same time ordering a new luxurious table that matched that dining room. In a jiffy, it had become a combined cleaning of the entire house.
Hailey tearfully followed Eleanor into her room this time, while Ellen followed Emma without any reason prompting her to do so. She just needed someone to cozy up to at the moment, and it seemed like her own sister was even already getting over Damon. She was going to stay at Emma’s for a while, before she would go to her mother’s room and take part in consoling Hailey.
“I’m fine, Dalton. You should drop me and leave here,” Aria said softly as soon as Dalton carried her up to the room, with some tissues already stuck to her nose to stop the bleeding. She hated her state at that present moment and the person that was even carrying her.
“Do not say a word. The doctor will be here any minute,” Dalton instructed, and tried to push the door to the room open, but it was not moving at all.
“The key is in my pocket,” she told him, and he looked at her face before he heard what she said clearly. His hand tried to reach for the key without discomforting or poking her in any way, but he was not too patient in his ways and she groaned in frustration.
Dalton didn’t give up anyway and succeeded in bringing out the keys from her pocket without dropping her, as he opened the door skillfully and carried her into the room. He carefully dropped her on her bed, grabbed the bed covers to cover her, and tried to get the huge pillows from the other side of the bed, so that she would feel comfortable. It made her feel so weird.
‘What was really wrong with him? Had he finally lost it? Was he near death? A terminal disease?’
“I am good now. Just leave me and go,” she frowned this time around, and he just smiled when he saw her signature scowl.
“I think you are okay too. That scornful look never leaves no matter how terrible you feel. That is Aria Hamilton,” he smiled genuinely again, that almost blew Aria’s eyes out of her socket.
‘Was that really Dalton Miller smiling? How could she ever know he could smile that warmly and beautifully too?’
“Here is your phone,” he said, and dropped it on the lamp stand that was nearest to him. She just kept mute and turned her face to the other side, so that she would not end up getting further angry. There was nothing she had to say to him, so he shouldn’t say anything to her either and just leave the room.
The tissues were still stuck to her nostrils which made her really uncomfortable, but he noticed immediately and removed them slowly as he walked to toss it into the waste bin that was by the door. He strode back to her dresser to get the wipes that were on the table, and came back to wipe her face which she averted immediately.
‘She wasn’t a child and she had hands. He shouldn’t touch her.’
“Keep still,” Dalton hissed, as he moved more closer to her and steadied her head with his left hand, and used the right to wipe her face for any traces of blood or anything. He was balancing comfortably on her bed.
Aria was even more shocked. Dalton was actually wiping some else’s face which wasn’t his. He was wiping the face of the wife he didn’t care about clean, and trying his best to make her comfortable without considering his status.
‘Was that part of his schemes too or what.’
“And this would also make you and I feel better,” Dalton said suddenly and Aria’s eyes rolled to his face in an attempt to hear what he had to say, but he swooped in for a kiss instead as his lips met her.
The kiss was really hard and he pressed further and sucked on her lips, without minding that she was trying to push him off. Her lips were really tempting to him and he could not just control himself anymore, especially whenever he was around her and she gave him those looks.
Something about rolling her eyes at him looked so sexy.
‘There really must really be something wrong with him.’ Her mind screamed.
“Dalton!” She yelled at him, “Shouldn’t dignified men like you have self control or whatsoever? Is this how you kiss every lady that you hang out with?” she hissed, as he pulled away from her in satisfaction.
“I don’t kiss ladies or anybody,” he grumbled at her speculation. She just rolled her eyes and said nothing more. The shock of the chandelier falling was still in her, and she was trying her best to act strong before him.
“The next thing we will hear is that he doesn’t have sex,” Aria sassed, followed by a huff, which made Dalton’s eyes widen. They had never been so close enough to talk about things like that, and talking about it with her was exciting. He definitely wanted to see her flustered.
“I think that should also be a saying for you,” he intended to mock with a smirk that stretched out his lips. He enjoyed disturbing her.
“Not a saying. It is a fact,” she clarified, and turned her face to the other side of the bed so that she could rest up. However, she left him dumbstruck, dumbfounded and extremely shocked.
‘What was she trying to insinuate? That she does not have sex? Was she celibate? Was she truly gay? Was she untouched? A virgin? That would certainly be the wrong answer.’ so many questions rushed to Dalton’s mind, and he was really unable to say anything further.
He wanted to know what she meant by that. She had touched the inquisitive nerve of him with her words.
“What is that that you are saying, Aria?” He tried to ask, but she was definitely not ready to give him any reply again. Her eyes were shut tight.
And just at that moment, he heard a knock on the door and the person entered without hearing an answer. It was Alex, and he quickly informed Dalton before he got angry that the doctor was out of country.
“That incompetent whim!” Dalton cussed on hearing that the doctor was out of the country, “What is the way out?!”
“I have called another doctor from the hospital ranking second in the list. He is on his way here,” Alex informed, and then paused to be sure that Dalton had nothing to say anymore.
“Mr. Mark Miller is at the mansion, sir.”
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Right into the mansion, an aged man made his way inside so smartly in a nice shirt and pants. His posture was very straight and illustrious, and even his appearance was not hard to miss because of how good he looked. He was graceful and elegant even in his age, that he was still the hottest issue amongst his peers and age group.
“Grandfather!” Emma called in surprise when she saw who was coming into the mansion, as she made her way out of the kitchen with a tray of baked strawberry cookies. She was unable to eat with the incessant chatting at the table minutes ago, and decided to grab some for herself and Ellen.
“Now this young granddaughter of mine has grown well,” he grinned, and she moved over to where he was to give him a light hug. She was the one only, who was most favoured in every of his granddaughter. Maybe because she reminded him of his own son.
“Eva! Ellen! Mum! Grandpops is here,” she called loudly into the air, not minding her manners. They seemed to come out upon her calling because Alex had informed them, and it was Eva who had come down first.
“Hi, grandfather,” she said in her usual cold and hard tone that seemed forced, and the old man just hummed with a barely visible smile. He was also the kind of person that couldn’t hide what he was feeling. It was so hard to dote on her amongst his grandchildren.
“Granddaddy,” Ellen, who was happy that she had escaped talking to her mother about Dalton and Hailey, called out so excitedly as she strutted down the stairs. Though her grandfather was always teasing her nonstop, it was hard not to like the man.
“This granddaughter of mine really knows how to let go of things really fast. Grandpops wouldn’t tease you this time,” he said with a grin, and she just smiled and gave him a brief hug.
He wasn’t the type to comfort people or say cringy and nice words, but he went indirectly to assure the person of what he intended to do. Ellen knew that he was trying to make her feel better, by taunting her terribly the last they met.
Eleanor Miller had a modest expression on her face, as she joined them where they were all standing. He clearly didn’t come for her, and they weren’t on the perfect terms either.
When his son married a woman like her, he didn’t relate closely with him for years because he was really angry. Eleanor was too difficult of a woman, and he knew she would make his son’s life hell, who had taken after his own mother.
But seeing that his grandson Dalton was almost like a replica of him in every aspect, he embraced his grandchildren more, and Emma who was still young then, benefited the most.
“And where is my grandson and his wife? They have not come down since,” Mark Miller turned around as he asked, waiting to see those he had really come to visit.
All of them who were still feeling both negative and positive at the old man’s appearance initially, became indifferent immediately they heard the old man call for Aria. They became so anxious.
‘She was now different. She wasn’t submissive anymore. She now talked without filters. If she met Mark Miller, there would be real trouble.’