The Hunter's Accidental Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“I am sorry,” the apology slipped off his tongue before he could even stop it and it sounded to useless and paltry even to his own ears. Even though he was sincere, no one was going to believe in his sincerity. Especially not Rhonda, after all that she had to face.But what else could he even say?He gestured an immediate appeal of forgiveness to be showed him so that things could change for the better. Pride alone dictated that he be cast away as far as possible and no intimate relationship or bonding be formed with him. But for the letter from Bolivia and the last challenge thrown in his direction to know his brothers and sisters and his decision to marry Rhonda, if that had not happened then his son was going to grow up without a father. That alone dictated how much correct his late father was but that did not mean that he was going to have to acknowledge it, yet he had to acknowledge it somehow, that the man had been correct in Oberon’s assessment of character.

For whatever reason Oberon had decided that he wanted a child and he wanted Rhonda to marry him, he had chosen her as his partner in procreating a fresh and new generation altogether. A pragmatic choice, since she earlier mentioned she was free of any gold digging ambitions at all. And she was good looking of the right class and echelons of the society to match with him and had certainly the social upbringing to match and host by his side. She was young for any kind of problem free reproduction in further life. And she had a comfortable understanding in his how his life actually worked.The only huge irony of this situation was if he had made this proposition a year ago, if he had said that he would want her as his wife then she would have been deliriously happy. She would have been jumping with joy that she had gotten Oberon Hunter as her man, and not feeling so horribly screwed up inside.It was ten months too late.It was ten months of heart ache and devastation

Oberon barely restrained himself from flouting the speed limit of his Lamborghini. He was no alone after all, and the car which he was driving was teasing him to put his foot down and power up and the enticing power of his Lamborghini screamed at him to burn all the kilometres to Rhonda’s house. His son was waiting there. Awake o asleep that did not matter any longer. The fact that he was there made everything simple.But speeding did not sit well with this brave new world of fatherhood that he had embarked on at the moment. And as far as he could tell from Rhonda’s face, neither did a Lamborhini…it was a car to show his class and status alright…but status to whom? Women…and other men who desired his wealth but could not achieve…and none of them had any place in his new life any longer. The days of his swinging bachelorhood were now essentially over. Rhonda was right. Before he saw his son, Ruriel he had to accept to leave a lot behind of the current life that he had been leav

The baby was shockingly tiny and was all swaddled up like an Egyptian mummy in a tiny bundle in a blue and white checkered cloth. Only his face was on the show, a fine little face with very prominent features, and well-proportioned as well. Nothing too big or small…ears placed on the side of his face beautifully, very important for a boy.He had lots of black hair in corkscrew ringlets which would be embarrassing…girly also if you could say as were the crescents of his long thick eyelashes which were fanned across his fair cheek, but attitude was the key to stop anyone going on that score. Any teasing that might happen because he was a beautiful boy, he could stop them with his attitude and he, and Oberon could teach his son a lot about attitude. A pretty boy tag was not going to last long.The slight dimple in the centre of Ruriel’s chin was like a magnet which drew Oberon’s attention. It was like a genetic blueprint that belonged to the both of them and Oberon’s finger

Anger at her implied choices and criticism of the way how he had been leading his life so far and still now seeped in his features and spilled out in his words which he spoke next.“I thought that for a baby this young it was the best for his mother to have him breast fed, but it seems that you have him attached to the bottle quite early. Is there any particular reason for that? I mean. I had heard that mother’s milk was the best for the babies,” asked Oberon as he really wondered if everything was fine with their health.Rhonda could not look up at him or meet his eyes and then she sighed and replied,” Actually it is not Ruriel’s fault…he is perfectly healthy baby. But while the delivery was taking place there were some complications which made me incapable of feeding him, so I had to give him the bottle.”Oberon grimaced at her. Rhonda had great and beautiful breasts. And he could not be inclined to believe that they had failed in their prime function to nourish