“She’s my wife!” Kendrick spat the words out as the frosty aura between his brows grew.
It was evident how displeased and in pain he was at the fact that Niamh was technically still Mrs. Jones.
“She used to be yours, but everyone in Glendale right now knows that Eveline Montgomery is my legal wife. Not to mention that Eveline and I have already copulated as well. Or did you forget that?” Ryan replied, unfazed. He was trying to trigger Kendrick again.
Veins appeared on the man’s fist as his dark eyes were tinted with the desire to kill. He pushed Ryan back harshly.
Ryan fell back onto the bench, and by the time he looked up again, Kendrick already had a gun aimed at him.
Ryan showed no fear or worry at the sight. He merely smiled. It was evident from the man’s mentality that he was no ordinary person.
“Kendrick.” Niamh quickly ran to his side to hold his hand. “Don’t let your feelings cloud you, Kendrick.”
She coaxed as her heart began to race nervously.
Kendrick held the gun calmly and pressed its nuzzle against Ryan’s chest. The man’s differently colored irises shone with arrogance as he stared down at Ryan.
Perhaps he should have pulled the trigger long ago, but Niamh’s interference halted his twitching finger.
Under the influence of the poison, Kendrick’s memory was no longer whole. Some of his memories were lost and some were blurry. Yet the things Niamh had told him before still rang loud in his mind.
She did not want him to make another mistake.
Still, how was he supposed to hold back in the face of Ryan’s actions just now?
“Let’s go, Kendrick.” Niamh pulled his hand.
The man slowly lowered the gun, and just as Niamh pulled him around, the man turned to take the cake on the bench along with them as well.
“You don’t deserve this,” Kendrick said before pulling Niamh into his arms in tight protection as they left together.
Ryan was left alone to look up in front of him where a vague light flashed. The man curled his lips into a silent smile.
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On the journey home, Niamh’s mood plummeted as she held the cake Kendrick took back.
She felt her frustration bubble when she was reminded of the words Ryan said and the fact that he suddenly decided not to go along with the divorce.
Kendrick stopped the car by a secluded street. Clutching the steering wheel, the man stayed silent for a moment before he finally turned to look at Niamh.
“He’s going back on his word, isn’t he, Nia?”
Niamh nodded but did not reply. In her mind echoed the words Ryan told Kendrick, “Not to mention that Eveline and I have already copulated as well.”
Her head throbbed, and she suddenly opened the door to walk over to the trash can by the road where she threw the cake away.
She turned around only to find Kendrick already standing in front of her.
The man did not say anything. Instead, he placed a hand on the back of Niamh’s hand to pull her into his arms. He tightly hugged her.
“No matter what he says, it won’t change what I feel for you.” He comforted her, understanding what Niamh was worried about. “Let me deal with it, okay? I’ll make him sign the papers.”
Niamh immediately looked up, her eyes filled with worry. “Don’t go overboard, Kendrick. I don’t want anything to happen to you anymore.”
Kendrick could understand why Niamh was worried. “I want to be with you for a very long time, silly. I won’t go overboard again, I promise.”
“But do you know how scary you looked just now?”
“Did I scare you?” Kendrick asked with a gentle smile.
Niamh nodded, her passionate eyes holding a serious look. “You didn’t even look that scary when you hated me back then.”
Kendrick felt his heart clench as he chuckled. “I scared my Nia, huh? Well, that’s not good. I’m sorry. Shh, it’s okay. Let me comfort you, hmm?”
He leaned down to seal her lips with his, bringing her into a deep yet chaste kiss.
“Let’s go home, Nia.”
“Yeah, home. Our home.”
Looking at Kendrick, Niamh felt her mood substantially lifting as she got into the car.
It was still early when Niamh had Kendrick drive them to Waldburg Manor.
It had been an entire day since they saw the kids and Niamh missed them a lot.
Entering the doors, Niamh was met with the sight of Lillian and Jackson quietly doing their homework at the coffee table.
Reminded of Kendrick’s cold attitude toward Lillian, Niamh said to him again, “Be nicer to Lillian, Kendrick. She has never felt what it’s like to be loved by a dad before.”
Kendrick swallowed his words as he turned to look at Lillian who was working hard on her homework.
It had been half a year since they last met and the child seemed to have lost a bit of her baby fat.
Her delicate features and her fair skin made her look like a doll.
She was his only princess.
However, Kendrick’s mind was ringing with a woman’s voice. “It’s impossible to completely rid your body of the poison anymore. This is the only way I can push your deadline, but you have to be prepared.”
The words echoed in his mind.
Kendrick reined his thoughts back and saw that Lillian was currently walking toward him.
In her small hands was a piece of paper. The little girl’s round eyes were looking at him with careful hesitation and hope.
Seeing the fear in the child’s eyes, Kendrick felt his heart clench.
He was the cause behind Lily’s fear and distance.
However, he did not have another choice.
It was better to never have had at all than to have and lost.
Even so, Lillian was choosing to approach him again. She had made her way to stand in front of him.
Blinking her round and clear eyes, the little girl stood before Kendrick and slowly raised her adorable arms. She wanted to hand Kendrick a piece of paper.
Kendrick tried to ignore her, but his eyes fell onto the word that was written clearly on the paper.
He gulped as tears began to well in his eyes, blurring his sight.
‘Daddy’.
The word swayed in Kendrick’s tear-clouded vision, reflecting in his dark eyes and shooting right through his heart.
Lillian was giving him a genuine smile as she stared at him, her arms raised high up in the air.
She was waiting, waiting for Kendrick to accept the picture she had drawn. She was waiting for Kendrick to see the word ‘Daddy’ that she had written herself.
On the paper, there were the figures of all five of them that made up her family.
The only daughter of the family was holding a distinguished man’s hand, looking at him as she called him ‘Daddy’.
She finally called him her dad.
She finally understood that he was her biological father.
She could not speak, yet the drawing was a clear testament to her desire to call him her father.
Kendrick’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he harshly forced down the desire to cry.
Under Lillian’s expectant gaze, Kendrick turned and left.
His escape wiped off the smile on Lillian’s little face as despair began to replace the hope in her large eyes.
Niamh did not understand Kendrick’s actions. She only bent down to hug the disappointed princess.
“Lillian, Mommy’s perfect princess, it’s okay.” Niamh comforted despite the stabbing pain in her heart.
Staring at the child’s diligent drawing, Niamh knew that the child understood.
She knew that Kendrick was her actual father.
Yet until she could break through the psychological fear, she would not be able to call him her father herself and drawings were all she could give.
Even so, Kendrick continued to ignore her.
“What’s wrong with Daddy, Mommy? Lily drew so well, but why didn’t Daddy even take a look?” Jackson walked over and asked.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.