Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidental Night With The Billionaire Single Dad: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 17

(Tilda’s POV).The next day being Friday was my day off and while I laid in bed, I was glad to be away from that home that gave me mixed feelings.Ivy made me feel like I could care for her and keep her safe. Richard on the other hand was a bit complicating at best.With my free day, I decided to go to the market to get something I would need in the house.I got up, had my bath and started for the kitchen to grab my store bags and I headed for the supermarket in town.While out, my aunt called me.“Hey, I’m sorry, did I get you at a bad time?” She asked as I closed the door of the cab I was getting down from.“No, aunty. I’m fine,” I sighed. “What’s up?”“It’s about your dad,” she said as I halted in my steps.Oh God no, was my first thought.“You don’t have to panic or anything. Your dad has been in his best health in the past few days and his attacks have been away for sometime now. He’s not doing bad and he’s getting better.”My heart calmed as I jabbed at her. “Why don’t you lead

Tilda’s POV. Dr Ben soon joined us as nurse Yonda stopped talking. I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and start acting like I was not pained by everything that was happening. I watched as Richard stood firm, his tone cool and commanding. “If you’re done with Ivy, Dr. Ben and Nurse Yonda, I’d like her personal nurse to stay with her from now on.” Dr. Ben nodded without hesitation, gathering his things quickly and casting an almost apologetic look my way. Nurse Yonda, however, lingered, her expression unreadable. But Richard was unfazed, extending his hand to her. “Tilda’s badge, please.” Nurse Yonda’s face faltered for just a moment, a flash of anger and perhaps even embarrassment, before she reluctantly placed my badge into his outstretched hand. She shot me one last, seething look, and then turned on her heel, following Dr. Ben out of the living room without another word. I stood rooted to the spot, still reeling from everything that had happened. Richard turned to

Tilda’s POV.I stood on the balcony, feeling the cool air brush gently across my face as I took a deep breath. I bit my lower lip softly as thoughts of Richard filled my mind again. Why couldn’t I help it? It was torture, constantly thinking about him, and it was becoming harder and harder to get him out of my head, especially with us practically living under the same roof. “When is he going to be back, anyway?” I muttered to myself, glancing at my wristwatch before looking back out over the balcony. My foot tapped impatiently against the floor as I waited, hoping his car would appear at the mansion gate any moment now. Then it dawned on me. What exactly was I doing? I looked like a wife waiting for her husband to come home, and the thought made me cringe with embarrassment. I took another deep breath and turned to leave the balcony—just as I heard the sound of Richard’s car pulling up. I froze, watching as he stepped out of his car and glanced around. He looked up, and in that in