Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 80

‘How can I not save her when I can?' My heart melted, looking at her cute face in front of my eyes.

‘God, how much do I have to suffer yet? Why am I not getting any peace in my life?' I looked up and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, her innocent face was calling my name. I looked on the other side, and she was playing with Bela, and when I looked on the other side, she was running around the house, and her giggle was piercing my heart and soul.

I shake my head, closing my ears, and tears drip from my eyes.

‘No, I can't let this smile fade away. I just can't.' I cry my heart out, looking at the running film in front of me.

I know what I have to do, and I have decided.

I got up from my chair and started walking towards my destination.

I know I have lost the battle, and now there is no need to fight more.I can't let childhood spoil like this. I know how it feels when you are alone.

I know how a child feels without parents.

I don't want to be the reason for a child's agony.

I need to save her as soon as possible.

I walked to him and stood at the door of his study.

I raised my hand to the doorknob, and my shivering fingers did not go unnoticed by me. But will the fear help anywhere now?

No, I guess!

I opened the door, went in without knocking, and stood while closing the door behind me.

Some stock smell hit my nostrils, and the room looked a little foggy because of the smoke.

I stood still and waited for him to say something, but when he did not, I looked up.

His broad back was facing me, and his hands were on the edge of the window. He was looking out into the garden, thinking about something deep. I guess he has not noticed my presence yet.

His fine, long fingers were holding the cigarette, and when I looked around, I saw a few cigarette buds here and there. Files were open on his table, along with an open laptop.

I knowingly checked him from top to toe, as he was wearing cream linen pants with a black button-down shirt.

When he still did not acknowledge my presence, I cleared my throat, and he stepped out of his thoughts instantly.

He tilted his neck right to his shoulder to see who was there, and he again went back to his old position once he saw me standing at the door.

"Glad to see you decided." I heard his voice.

"But I have a condition," I said sternly.

"Do you think you can put your condition on the table, Darling?" He spoke, and he took a drag from his cigarette.

"But as you know how generous I am, I will fulfill all your demands. Bring it on." He spoke, and I took some time before I spoke.

"I want you to clear all the charges and make sure they are legal in the country.

How do you do it? That's no problem. The moment you do this, I am all yours. But before that, you can't touch me.

"I somehow made a victory dance for two things: first, they will become legal, and second, I will get some time because I know this procedure will take some time.

"That's all?" Now he turned towards me, and I almost lost my sense of hearing him.

And I nod.

He took two steps, and his fingers worked on his phone, but his eyes never left mine, and I wonder if he was really calling someone or just pretending. And as if he heard me next, I heard a voice over the speaker.

"So, as you know, both of your conditions are fulfilled. Is there anything else you want, Sugar?" He asked, standing way too close to me, and now I could smell his manly perfume.

I shake my head in no time while tilting my head back as his chest almost touches my face, and somehow I hate my height suddenly.

So now I may touch you?" He asked mockingly, and I had nothing else but to nod.

"Good, then let's go, he said, starting to drag me towards the lift, holding my hand in his. He pressed the button, and we entered, saying nothing.

His hands were still holding mine, and he rubbed his hand with mine when he felt my cold palm.

If he thinks this will make me feel any better, he is wrong.

My heart was running at the speed of a racing car, and the few second journeys felt like they took forever.

The ding sound made me look up, and I saw number four, so that means we are on the fourth floor.

First, I never notice the lift in the house, and second, I never notice how many floors this house has. At Least now I know we are on the top floor because I know it can have over four floors in this house.

He again pulled me towards him, and we walked ahead, and I saw the surroundings. There was an open terrace, well maintained and lush green, with little cute plantings around.

Gosh, the colorful flowers took my breath away, and a smile broke out on my face instantly.

We walked a little ahead, and he opened the door, and I saw a room with glass.

I look around, and the entire room is made of glass.

I will be lying if I say I am not mesmerized right now. It was so beautiful, and I somehow left his hand and started walking.

I looked at the interior of the room, which was pure white from the couch to the table to the bed. Everything looked so soothing to my eyes.

Light georgette curtains were flying here and there because of the chilly breeze.