Chapter 65

DRAKE

What the heck!

My face turned blue the moment my glass slipped from my hand.

“What? Are you good, man?” Denver frowned, his eyes turning to the broken glasses on the floor.

“Yes, sure.” I forced out a smile. I couldn’t be certain that the intern student was our daughter yet.

Jumping to conclusions was not my method of discovery, so I hide my shock away. I don’t need to let Denver have a double mind until I confirm my suspicions.

“I will get another drink. Give me a sec, man.” I walked straight to the bar, running my hands through my hair as a hundred and one thoughts go through my mind.

What if… She was our daughter? Shit, what if Denver had been fucking his niece all this time?

No… no it can’t be. I can feel Denver’s gaze burning through my skin.

I make the replacement of my wine quickly and return to him.

“I’m back.” I grinned at him, but he narrowed his gaze at me.

“It doesn’t seem like you like the intent student. Or do you think I’m doing something wrong by dating her?”

He’s probably thinking my reaction is due to the fact that I’m concerned about Sandra. But that isn’t the case.

Only if he knew what runs in my mind. I just pray to the heavens that my suspicions aren’t true.

“I can’t be against your choice, Denver. If you don’t want Sandra anymore, only you have your reason, but are you ready to defend the intent student at any point of time? You know Sandra is crazy about you.”

Denver suddenly bursts into laughter, the pressure from his lips causing his drink to spill from his mouth.

Did I say anything funny?

My brow rose, looking at him as he laughs some more as if my last words were ridiculous.

“You know nothing about Sandra, Drake. She’s nothing like the praises you sing, and no, she’s not crazy about me at all.” He wiped his lips with the lip wipe the maid quickly brought to him.

“Do you know the person who is crazy about me? That girl.” He says with all seriousness. There’s absolutely no way anyone can tell how deeply in love this man is, from the way he speaks about her.

And the more he talks about her in that manner makes my heart hurt… If I found out she’s my long-lost daughter, I can’t promise that I won’t kill him.

My fingers tightened around the glass; he could barely take note as my fake smiles seemed to distract him.

“I'm glad to know, man.” I reply, taking a slow sip of my drink.

“And about protecting her, I can do that with my life… even if Sandra becomes dangerous.”

“But Denver, despite your protection, Sandra can still hurt her. Have you forgotten what she did to the world who tried to threaten her about her husband in public? Sandra made sure she could never reveal herself in public without losing her confidence and credibility.”

“Uhmm…"

“And to add insult to injury, her words are easily believable to her ever-faithful followers. She is capable of clipping your girlfriend’s wings completely.” I warned.

It shouldn’t sound like I was discouraging him, but I know Sandra to that extent. She had powerful people supporting her at her side.

And secondly, I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to that girl yet until I make my findings.

“Come on, man. Enough of Sandra. I really don’t care about what she does; besides, I have another news." Denver’s lips curved mischievously in a happy expression.

“What news?”

“I’m getting married to that girl. This will protect her even more from any damage Sandra might cause.”

“What?" My face darkened now.

“That's too quick," I opposed. He can’t marry her just yet… nah, it’s the wrong thing to do at the moment.

I know he seemed confused at my sudden outburst, but only if he knew what I was thinking.

“What do you mean too quick?” He frowned. “I thought you were not against my decision just a while ago."

This time he stared longer at me, as though he could smell something wrong.

“I…”

Ah fuck…

Just when I was lost for words, his phone began to ring, saving me from messing things up. I know how observant Denver can be. He was so intelligent at catching the slightest hint, and I don’t want that.

“I'm sorry, I have to take this call.” The mist of confusion on his face suddenly dissipated just by staring at the screen.

“Sure, go ahead.” I make sure to give him some space to make his call while I head to our room to meet Astrid.

The door was left unlocked. I quickly walked in, meeting Astrid crying, while holding a picture of our daughter.

I open my mouth to speak, but I am disrupted by her outburst.

“I met her!”

“I… I met our daughter today, Dra." She stood up whimpering hard, the veins on her head rooted out, her nose turning reddish.

I hold her close to me. I can feel her body shaking.

“How are you sure it’s her?” I look down at her eyes. My mood is suddenly ruined seeing my wife like this again.

I can’t wait to get rid of this side of her. I can’t wait to give her daughter back into her life.

“I meant her at a club tonight. When you told me about her necklace, I wanted to see it for myself, and truly, it was exactly like mine!”

“There was no difference at all.”

“And honey, she looks exactly like my father, even though she has my eyes.”

“Honey, I’m sure she’s the one!”

“I'm sure. Please bring my baby to me!”

“I’m a mother, and a mother feels it when she sees her child. I feel it deep within me. She's our daughter!”

Astrid is starting to act like she’s losing her mind. My chest kept feeling tighter and tighter; it’s as if the world were closing up on me.

What if Astrid is right?

God… what do I do? How do I tell her she is our daughter?

How do I tell Denver and break his heart as well? Because the two of them will never be together again.

I can never stand the sight of my daughter marrying my brother.

I can never stand the thoughts of my daughter being with a man twice her age and fucking her.

This sudden truth will mess everything up.

It better not be true…