Chapter <b>25 </b>
Mena
We were on our way to Miami, sitting in Alessio’s private jet. There were two more hours to go, and not knowing the reason for this trip was driving <b>me </b>insane. Just like all <b>days</b><b>, </b>Alessio was distant, only speaking when necessary–but I didn’t mind.
He was busy doing whatever he was <b>doing </b>in the back, while <b>Naty </b>sat on the opposite right of me with her <b>face </b>pressed against the window. Until now she had pointed out almost every <b>single </b>cloud, and gushed about flying nonstop.
I <b>hated </b>Dying. Usually, I would have several weeks to mentally prepare myself, but this trip had been decided overnight and I had no say. The only positive was that Anson could not stalk me or get to me from here
“Mommy, are you alright? Naty’s concerned voice broke through my thoughts
“Yes, baby, <b>don’t </b>worry about me,” I replied, faking a smile. I was seconds away from puking, but the only thing holding me back was the fear of Alessio throwing a fit.
He had suddenly appeared from the back and walked towards us, probably to sit on his seat beside Naty. My heart immediately raised, but this time it was not because of the fear, but from the bad vibe he always seemed to <b>carry </b>with him.
“Hi, hit Naty greeted him with a big <b>smile </b>as he sat next to her. Alessio returned the smile, patting her head gently. Naty lookedfortable around him, and their interactions were sweet and natural, making me wonder when they had the chance to bond in such a short time.
However he felt about me, he didn’t take it out on Naty. That’s one thing I couldn’t dislike about him.
I took a deep <b>breath</b><b>, </b>and started counting my fingers, <b>trying </b>to calm my nerves as the ne shook slightly. When I looked up, I caught Alessio staring at me with an unreadable expression.
“Mommy is scared of flying.” Naty exposed me, breaking the awkward silence.
I shook my head quickly, looking at Alessio. “<b>It’s </b>not a big deal”
Alessio’s expression hadn’t changed. His face remained emotionless with no hint of sympathy or concern at my fear for flying. He couldn’t care less, but then again–in order to care, he would have to have a heart. Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.
1 bet the only reason he wouldn’t want to leave me behind at the mansion was because he feared I would run my mouth to Dante.
Nary turned to Alessio with a glow in her eyes. “Do you want to <b>y </b>a game with me?” she asked, eagerly
I <b>quickly </b>intervened, “Naty, don’t bother
“Sure, what game are
are we ying!” Alessio spoke to my <b>surprise</b>, cutting me off. His focus was on Naty and <b>Naty </b>only.
Nary’s face lit up. “I spy with my little eye. something yellow!”
I gave the table in between us <b>a </b><b>tap </b>to grab his attention, and leaned forward. “You really don’t have to do-
“Your juice!” Alessio cut me off once again, pointing out the clear cup, filled with mango juice, in front of Naty,
So he was just going to treat me like a ghost, was that it?
“Nope!” <b>Nary </b>giggled.
“The curtains“” he tried again.
“<b>No</b><b>!</b>”
Watching Alessio make an effort to y along with Naty, made me appreciate his gesture. He was still <b>an </b>idiot, but his gentle way of interacting with her, seeing him drop his iron shield, made him less annoying.
“Is that thing of w
of yours even here?” Alessio <b>asked</b>, half–joking.
“Yes!” Naty <b>told </b>him, “You just have to step up your game.”
“The pen on the table?” he guessed again.
Naty shook her head <b>before </b>releasing a yawn. “No, no, no”
Chapter 25
The buttons on your dress Alessio pulled a face as if he was in deep thoughts. I couldn’t hold back myughter, seeing how serious he was about this game. It was a new side of him, one I had yet to see.
Instead of ending the game<b>, </b>he <b>kept </b>guessing, hoping to find whatever Naty made her target. There were times I wished Anson would y with her like that, but he always told her he was too tired. ‘Maybe next time. You should ask your mommy who doesn’t has a job to get to, <b>was </b>what he would tell her, and <b>Naty </b>wouldn’t take any offense.
Instead, she kept listening to his fake promises, believing he would one day <b>make </b>some time to y with her.
“Wow, you’reme, and you suck at <b>this</b>,” Naty huffed, blowing her checks <b>with </b>air.
“Naty.” I sat up straight, shaking my head. “That’s not very nice of you, apologize.”
Suddenly, the fear of <b>Alessio</b>, who <b>was </b>full of pride, throwing her out of the window, mid–air, had gotten to me.
“It’s okay.” Alessio shot me a sharp look, telling <b>me </b>not to interfere. Then he turned back to Naty with a smirk. “Something yellow? It <b>must </b>be your
teeth then!”
1 slightly covered my mouth, not wanting to betray my six–<b>year</b>–old daughter byughing at hiseback. Alessio, who had noticed, <b>shed </b>a brief
smile at me
“Hey!” Naty shouted, showing off her pearly white teeth. “My teeth aren’t yellow, they are white! I brush them every morning and evening!“.
<b>Alessio </b><b>squinted </b><b>his </b>eyes, “All I see is a gap,” he teased her, looking at her two missing z front teeth.
“You <b>know</b>,” Naty suddenly grabbed <b>his </b>arm, “I can still bite her away.
you with this gap?” she moved her teeth closer to his arm.
while Alessio gently pushed
“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” heughed, <b>apologizing</b>.
“You did go to school, right?” Naty folded her arms.
<b>Alessio </b>clicked his tongue, “Of course, I did?
“Then you should be able to guess the color Naty challenged.
Alessio’sughter filled the ne, a sound I realized I hadn’t heard much from him. He looked happy, genuinely happy–and it was all because of Naty. For the first time I didn’t feel ufortable around him, and it <b>was </b>all because of Naty
“Yellow? Let’s see,” Alessio locked eyes with mine<b>, </b>and my cheeks flushed <b>instantly</b>. He reached across the table with his hand, Jeaning closer. Before I knew it, he let his hand glide through my ponytail then he pulled <b>back </b>with a smile.
<b>His </b>touch gave me shivers, or maybe it was the way he slightly pulled my ponytail What was <b>that </b>all about?
“Mommy’s hair tie?” he guessed this time.
“Finally!” Naty let out a dolphin–like squeal at his correct guess.
1 felt embarrassed, realizing what he had been doing. All he wanted was to
see my hair–tie, and here I was, blushing le
blushing like an idiot
“I thought I’d turn from six to sixty waiting for your answer!” Naty eximed, “Now it’s your turn, Alessio,”
There we go again.
“You don’t have to–I had already begun, but Alessio nearly flew <b>across </b>the table and covered my mouth with his hand<b>, </b><b>making </b>Naty burst into giggles.
Once again, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
“Stop telling <b>me </b>what to do?” Alessio chuckled with a frown, his demand sounding more so like a question.
He removed his hand, giving me the chance to <b>speak</b><b>. </b>“Alright, sorry.” I dismissed my words, waving my hands while smiling like an idiot, “I just keep my mouth shut and-
“Thank you.”
As they continued their game, I came to the conclusion that Alessio and Naty <b>got </b><b>along </b>well because he had a little sister. Dealing with a child came natural to him.
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12.04 PM
Chapter 25
I had seen the way that family treated Melody, the way they treasured her, loved her–and Alessio interacted with Naty the same way.
Even to the point he let her fall asleep on his shoulder, when she <b>finally </b>had enough the game. With Nary being asleep, the silence in the ne wasn’t the awkward kind <b>I </b>had gotten used to.
It <b>was </b>peaceful, almostfortable, and it was all because of her. I still couldn’t understand how the hell it had gotten to the point where I needed to depend on my <b>six</b><b>–</b>year–old. It especially made me worry because I didn’t know what it would be like when she wouldn’t be around us.
“I can take her,” I offered softly as the ne touched down in Miami.
Alessio shook his head. “It’s a long walk to the car, I’ll carry her,” he said, carefully lifting Naty without waking her.
“Thank <b>you</b>,” I showed <b>my </b>gratitude for his considerate action.
After <b>our </b>luggage got taken, we exited the ne with just the three of us. No bodyguards, no entourage, who had all been in the back of the <b>ne</b>. and strangely enough–it felt good not to have them around.
The walk to the car was indeed long, but <b>once </b><b>we </b>arrived, a driver <b>was </b>already waiting for us. “Diego wees you and your fiancée to Miami, and he can’t wait to wee you to his mansion.” the man spoke.
Diego, I repeated <b>the </b>name in my head <b>as </b>we got seated in the
He must’ve been one of Alessio’s associates, the reason we were here.
1 looked to my side. <b>Naty </b><b>sat </b>between us, half asleep and <b>still </b><b>leaning </b><b>her </b>head <b>against </b>Alessio’s shoulder.
“Mommy?” She rubbed her eyes while Alessio shushed her.
“Mommy is here, go back to sleep” he whispered to her.
I smiled at him gratefully, while he returned the gesture with <b>a </b>nod. I had gotten more acknowledgment <b>from </b>him on that ne than I ever did since he forced me to be his fiancée.
Something shifted in the air, and whatever it was, I hoped it could stay this way,
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