Semua Bab FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I cleared some nothingness in my throat and spoke weakly. “Vincent is quite stubborn. If he has vowed to wage a war, there is no stopping him.That was shorter than I had even intended. Even he was not satisfied. It was like I opened a debate and gave only the title.“Tell me more,” he asked.I took a long moment deliberating whether to tell him the truth or lie to him just to soothe him. After a long moment, I made up my mind—half truth and half lie.“The truth is,” I began, my thoughts wandering off to those little times Vincent spared for me, “I really did not know your son so well. He always spared me the last drop of his time and never opened up to me about so many things.”That was the half-truth, because the truth was, I always had to beg him to spare me some time. Most of the time, I was the one doing the calling and texting. I begged for dates that never happened.Dr. Aldrich was beginning to look hopeless again, like he had hit rock bottom. I did not want that, which is why

Continuation of Vincent’s POV…“On the contrary,” Morgan said evenly, “you are so blinded by your unwarranted hate for Leylla that you have forgotten what matters. Dr. Aldrich is your dad. He is not your enemy. And lastly, he would never do anything that would tarnish his reputation.”“You really believe that nothing is going on between them?” Vincent asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You think it is just normal for him to go out of his way to protect and defend her? To defend her like that? To embarrass me just to protect her? How about now? What do you think they are doing back in Mombasa? Discussing the parts of a human body?”“I know what is going on,” Morgan replied without blinking. “Dr. Aldrich, your father, Vincent, respects himself so much. And he respects Leylla. He just wants to protect her from vultures like you two. That’s it. And even if something was going on, maybe it’s because she reminds him of the kind of person he wishes you were. Were. All clever, wise, and p

I woke up slowly, the warm sunlight touching my face through the sheer curtains. For a moment, I didn't move—I just lay there, listening to the soft waves in the distance and feeling the steady heartbeat of the man beside me.He was still fast asleep, his arm around me, holding me close like he didn't want to let go. A small smile played on my lips as I recalled the memories of the previous night. Last night was magical. I still felt like I was in a dream and that none of that was real. He still felt like a fantasy. But as I looked at him now—his peaceful face, the way his chest rose and fell like a satisfied, peaceful man—I knew it was not a fantasy or a dream.It was all so real. I was living in the reality of the beauty of life. I was experiencing a mind-blowing sweet turn of events, and I could not get enough.I gently sat up, trying not to wake him, but his hand caught mine. I guess I was not careful enough. "Trying to sneak out?" he said in a deep, sleepy voice. "You know you ca

The sun was almost gone when our plane landed at Jomo Kenyatta Airport. I looked out the window and smiled. My heart still felt warm from the trip, my face brimming with all the sweet memories I carried. My hair was still a little wet from the swim earlier, and I could still smell the sea on my skin. I was happy. Truly happy.Doctor Aldrich walked beside me. He did not say much, but he looked peaceful. He held my shopping bags with one hand, and with the other, he kept me close. We were okay. Better than ever.We were supposed to go straight home and rest, but that morning, Doctor Aldrich had received a memo that we needed to perform a surgery together. So we had to go directly to the hospital.“Are we not going to look more suspicious if we walk in like this? Hand in hand, and you carrying my luggage?” I asked as we neared the parking.“Do not worry. I've got this covered,” he said, dialing a number on his phone.It did not feel peaceful like Mombasa, but I guessed it was all normal.

We got into Dr. Aldrich’s office. I slammed the door shut behind us, speaking before heading to my desk. “Do you think they bought that story about our innocence? It feels like they are determined to find out what exactly is going on between us.”He looked at me. Nothing on his face denoted that I had anything to worry about. But the mere fact the issue had now reached the board—I could not help but worry.“They have nothing tangible. All of that are just pictures that mean nothing and some speculations that they can never use against us,” he said with his deep, cold, and assuring voice.I knew that. I did, but the war felt so near, and no matter how I tried to comfort myself with those facts, I could not. I could hear the echoes of war from so near. Now more than ever, I was scared.He added, taking a step closer but maintaining some distance, “We are safe. At least for now.”At least for now.Even he knew that it would not be for long, especially if the board was serious about openi