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*??????EPISODE 13??????*
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From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
*****
Scarlet
Cara, Evan and I were sitting on the dining
table, silently eating the breakfast. The pin-
dropping silence was disturbing but both Evan
and Cara looked quite used to it. Now that I
noticed, Cara always looked reserved in front
of Evan and it was quite depressing. A girl of
her age should not feel conscious before
speaking in front of her father.
“Cara,” I addressed her and she raised her
head from the plate. “Would you like to come
with me to the bakery?”
“Yes,” she grinned excitedly. “I would love to.”
P@$$ing her a brief smile, I took the last sip of
my coffee.
Just then, the guard came inside. “There is a
man outside who says he is here to pick you
up.” he said to me. Hearing that, Evan’s
attention converged to me as he @$$essed my
face with his calculative yet gorgeous eyes.
“It must be Liam. I asked him to pick me up.”
I told him and then requested the guard to let
him in. The way Evan’s eyes narrowed told me
that hearing this didn’t make him happy.
“I will drop you. You don’t have to ask
someone else.” he said, more like ordered.
“It’s fine. Liam always drive me wherever I
want to go because I don’t have a car of my
own.” I replied.
“You can use any one of my cars.” he argued
but I didn’t want him to think that I was taking
advantage of his money. Besides, I was more
comfortable with Liam because Evan just
makes me nervous.
“Thanks for the offer but I am used to doing
things in a certain way. Until I have a car of
my own, Liam can drive me.” I defended my
stance but kept my voice sweet so Cara
wouldn’t think we were arguing.
Just then, we heard Liam’s footsteps as he
entered the dining hall. He p@$$ed me his
signature wide smile and made his way to us.
“Good morning everyone. I’m here to pick up
my boss.” he said and earned a Gr0-n from
me.
“Liam, I am not your boss.” I said, feigning
anger.
“But you are, cu-pcake.” he replied and I
pouted.
“Have a seat, Mr. Clark.” Evan interfered in his
usual stiff tone.
“Oh, don’t be so formal. Call me by my first
name. You can consider me family, Evan.” he
chuckled as he rested his arm on my shoulder.
The look on Evan’s face told me that he didn’t
appreciate Liam’s carefree nature and neither
did he find his actions cute.
“Sure, Liam,” Evan said throu-ghgritted teeth
and if looks could kill, Liam would have been
dead but my friend didn’t even seem to notice
it.
“Cara is going with us as well,” I told Liam,
changing the direction of our conversation.
Liam’s smile wide-ned as he turned his
attention to Cara. “Is it true? How will I work
normally with your royal highness supervising
me?” he asked and Cara giggled in response.
I was smiling while looking at them when Evan
suddenly stood up. “It’s getting late. I should
leave.” he said dryly. George came running
towards us to hand Evan his suitcase and files
and together, they both made their way out of
the dining room.
“He is like a grumpy old man,” Liam whispered
in my ears while Cara got busy in finishing her
milk.
“He isn’t that bad.” I have no idea why I had
this urge to defend him. Maybe because he
was really not that bad, if we ignore his
occasional dry attitude and the abnormal urge
to work.
“Really?” Liam raised his eyebrows.
“Really.” I said and Liam’s eyes narrowed
teasingly. “Shut up, will you?” I huffed, feeling
flustered all of sudden.
“I didn’t even say anything.” he laughed in
response, making me blus-h red. I didn’t want
him to think I had any fascination towards
Evan but things were not going according to
my wishes.
……….
“And then you mix your dry ingredients with
your we-t ingredients?” I said, uniting everything
in the mixer.
Cara was standing beside me, carefully
noticing everything with full attention. She was
wearing a mini-apron, her long hair in a ti-ght
bun just like me so that we don’t end up with
hair in anything.
“And then, we will pour our batter in this
baking tray.” I said and let her grip the bowl. I
kept my hands secured around her tiny hands
so that she won’t end up spilling everything.
“What is next?” she asked, looking genuinely
interested.
“Now we will put it in the oven.” I said and
wore the oven mitts. After setting the time, I
took off the apron and helped Cara do the
same.
Together we both made our way to the counter
where Mrs. Denise was waiting. “Good
afternoon, Mrs. Denise. How is Robert?” I
asked with a polite smile.
“He is okay. But that old man sometimes gets
on my nerves.” she rolled her eyes. Mrs.
Denise was a kind, old woman who lived few
steps away from the bakery. She and her
husband were always involved in cute fights yet
they loved each other more than anything.
“I am sure he does,” I said and picked up her
bread. “Here, just like you asked. Banana bread
but with a hint of cinnamon.” I gave it to her.
“Thank you sweetie,” she said and paid for it.
“And who is this little angel?” she asked,
looking towards Cara who smiled shyly in
return and hid herself behind me.
“This…” I pulled Cara closer to me. “This is
my daughter.” Hearing this, Cara looked up at
me with a radiant look on her face.
“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Mrs.
Denise smiled.
“Well, I do.” I chuckled.
After she left, I picked up Cara and put her
down on the counter. “Are you tired yet?” I
asked.
“No,” she shook her head ha-rd.
“Okay, we will check our brownies in twenty
minutes. Do you want me to pack some for
Daddy?” I asked.
“No, he won’t like that.” she said innocently.
“Why? Of course he will,” I told her.
“Daddy doesn’t like me much.” she said with a
hint of sadness in her eyes. My heart melted
at the innocence in her voice and I stared at
her face for a long, silent moment. I had no
idea what was going in this cute, little head of
hers.
“He does, Cara. Daddy loves you so much,
more than you can ever imagine. He just
doesn’t know how to express his love for you.”
I muttered to her, trying to erase all the doubts
from her mind.
She nodded, as if she un-derstood every word I
say. She was definitely a very intelligent girl,
probably because of Evan Parker’s genes. At
the end, she whispered, “So will he like my
brownies?”
“Of course he will,” I said and pinched her
cheeks, at which she started giggling. Although
I was smiling with her, my insides were still
clenched because of Cara’s words. This girl
nee-ded the love of her father and I would do
anything to give her that, even if I have to bear
some of Evan’s wrath.
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*??????EPISODE 14??????*
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From U.S Bah ❤✌?
*****
Scarlet
Cara and I were sitting on the couch, waiting
for Evan to return home. It was getting late and
Cara had yawned a lot since the last half an
hour.
“Cara, you should go to sleep. I will give your
Brownies to Daddy.” I said.
She shook her head reluctantly. “Just five more
minutes. He will be back soon.” she said in
hope filled voice and stated at her Brownies in
an adorable way. It reminded me of myself
when I used to bake things with my mother
and how proud I used to feel if they came out
tasty.
“He is here,” Cara shouted excitedly when we
heard the sound of car screeching to a halt.
After few seconds, Evan entered throu-ghthe
door with a tired look on his face. George
immediately take the things off his hands and
p@$$ed him a gl@$$ of water.
When he noticed both of us, a frown appeared
on his face. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he
asked Cara.
“I… I made brownies for you, Dad.” she said,
extending the plate to him.
His eyes switched between the plate and her
face; my own stomach clenched at what would
be his possible reaction.
“Put it in the fridge. I’ll taste it later.” he said
as he walked past us quickly.
I turned to look at Cara whose face had lost all
its previous excitement. Her blue eyes were
covered with a thin layer of moisture and there
was a small pout on her mouth.
“I’ll go sleep now,” she whispered and then
stood up to walk towards Geena.
“Cara, listen…” I tried to stop her with a weak
voice because I had no idea how to console
her now.
I felt furious at how Evan had behaved with
her. He could have just tasted the harmless
brownies. What could have possibly gone
wrong if he had acted a least bit interested?
With rage pumping throu-ghmy veins, I
stormed towards our bedroom and opened the
door. There he was, sitting at his desk and
reading a file, as if he hadn’t hurt that poor girl
minutes ago.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked once I
reached him.
“I am a little busy. Please—“His words got
caught in my throat when I pulled the file out
of his hands.
“That girl was so excited. She spent the whole
day fretting if you’d like her brownies and you
didn’t even taste them.” I accused.
The way his jaw clenched told me that he
didn’t like my actions. Slowly, he rose from the
chair and stepped in front of me, looking down
at me with a ha-rd look.
“So what? I’ll taste them tomorrow. It doesn’t
matter.” he said dryly.
“Well Mr. Parker, I disagree. Your actions
matter a lot to your daughter so can you kindly
stop being a je-rk.” I said. I have never talked
so angrily with someone so my cheeks were
burning right now.
He took a step towards me, while his blue
eyes kept fixated on my face. “You are here
just to take care of her. Don’t worry about what
I do or what I don’t.” he whispered slowly.
“Well, I am caring about her. She thinks her
daddy doesn’t like her much and I won’t let
your actions make her feel unworthy.” I
gr-unted, crossing my arms in front of my
che-st. He was towering over me and his scent
was already making me ha-rd to focus.
His face ha-rdened more, if that was even
possible. He rested his arm on the wall behind
me, caging me in while he leaned down to
come face to face with me. “She is my
daughter. I don’t nee-d you to tell me how to
behave with her.” His voice was low and de-ep.
For a micro second, my eyes darted to his li-ps
thinned into a line. I gulped nervously before
answering, “She is my daughter too.”
The blue in his eyes thinned into a rim while
his dark pupil’s took most of the space. “You
might be her mother but she is not your
daughter. She is mine and Eliza’s.” he chewed
each word.
His breath was tickling my skin and by now, I
sure was burning red. Thankfully, my tongue
still decided to stand by me as I replied, “Then
take some responsibility for her.”
Saying that, I pushed him away and walked
past him out of the room. I didn’t want to
sleep in the same room as him tonight so I
went to Cara’s.
“Are you going to sleep with me?” she asked
when she noticed me.
“Yes, Geena you can sleep in the guest house.”
I said to her babysitter. Once she left, I cozied
into the blanket with Cara and hu-gged her. “I
talked to your Dad. He was just worried about
something at work so he couldn’t taste it.”
“Oh.” she whispered as she snuggled de-eper
into me.
………
Next day, when I woke up, the bed was empty.
I checked the clock and realised I was a little
late. Yawning, I hopped out of bed and ran my
fingers throu-ghthe mess that were my hair.
Still sleepy, I made my way out to the dining
room to check Cara. “Good morning, can you
please make some strong coffee for me?” I
said to Kelly on my way to which she nodded.
Once I stepped inside the dining room, the
feeling of surprise surrounded me when I found
Cara and Evan sitting side by side, eating the
brownies with a cu-p of milk. Cara was smiling
at something Evan had said and together, they
looked the perfect father-daughter duo.
“Good morning,” I walked towards them as I
supressed the urge to aww.
“Daddy liked my Brownies, Mama.” Cara
grinned after acknowledging my presence.
“Aww. Did he?” I said and looked towards Evan
whose eyebrows drew closer. He remembered
how I had acted last night and I myself felt
embarr@$$ed for my outburst.
“I’ll get ready for office.” he announced after
taking one more bite of the brownie and
walked away.
Asking Cara to finsih her milk, I left the dining
room as well and followed Evan to the room.
Noticing me, a corner of his mouth turned
upwards as he said, “Do you have any other
suggestion for me now?” he said sarcastically.
“I am sorry for being rude last night.” I
whispered, playing nervously with my fingers.
“But for record, it was helpful.”
“Whatever,” he said arrogantly and turned to
the mirror to set his hair, his luscious, thick
hair.
“You don’t have to be so dismissive now.” I
said and reached him slowly. “I had everyone’s
best interest in mind.”
“Why thank you, Mrs. Parker. You are indeed a
treasure.” he said in the sweetest voice
possible. “Now if you don’t mind, can I go to
work or should I wait for another one of your
merciful advices?”
My face burned in embarr@$$ment at his words
and I looked away from his too-perfect face.
He was making fun of me and he was surely
enjoying that.
Idiot .
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*TO BE CONTINUED