CHAPTER 003
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ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
"Oh my my! I have been missing you so much, sweetheart! As my mother placed her arms around me, she squeezed the air out of my lungs that I had been holding.
Oh, Mom! You're making me feel like a piece of cake! I just got here! During the battle to break free from her hold, my voice was muffled, and I could not be heard well.
Apologies, sweetie. Simply said, it has been such a long time, and I have missed my kid. I felt her eyes fill with warmth as she moved away from me and cupped my cheek affectionately.
When I turned around, I saw that my father was standing a few feet away, watching the event unfold with a neutral expression on his face. "Old grumpy man." I made a joke.
Although he twitched his lips, he did not utter a single word.
"I missed you a lot, superhero." While I was leaning in to give him a side hug, he did not move at all. I wrapped my arm around him.
With a pout on my face, I puffed and reached for my suitcase. "If you're going to ignore me, I might as well go back," I said.
My father let out a sigh before abruptly grabbing me and embracing me tightly. "You have no idea how much I missed you, my princess." A passionate kiss was planted on my forehead by him.
The fact that we were in the center of the airport caused us to attract more attention than was really necessary. Although I had been absent for ten years, people continued to walk by and cast glances in our direction.
The advantages of having parents who are loving are numerous.
My upbringing as an only kid allowed me to become accustomed to their excessive attention. After making our way to the exit, we made our way into the car and headed back to our house.
I am so worn out, Mom. It seems as though not a single ounce of my vitality has been left. She gently stroked my hair as I laid my head on her shoulder and rested my head on her shoulder.
"I should have double-checked my flight schedule so I wouldn't have to pull that act." I mumbled something as I thought about the lengthy travel.
"What act did you pull?" Through the rearview mirror, Dad asked me while his eyes briefly glanced in my direction. He was behind the wheel, and my mother and I were sitting in the back seat.
Oh, of course, nothing serious. That the Hulk was staring at me with eyes that were red and swollen was all that was happening. The aroma of Mom's lavender was calming, and I inhaled it.
The Hulk? Do you have any idea what you are talking about, princess? Have you been injured by him? The tone of concern that was present in Dad's voice was striking.
Oh, my father, for being so overprotective.
The answer is no, sir. I was forced to sit next to this gargantuan individual who was taking up an excessive amount of room. So, I informed him that I was expecting a child, and then—"
All of a sudden, the vehicle came to a halt abruptly. My entire body did a lunge forward, and if it weren't for the front seat, I would have been flung out of the vehicle.
Oh, Dad! You had the potential to take our lives! My tone was acrid, and there was a trace of displeasure in each and every word. My body was already in pain from jetlag, and this didn't make the situation any better.
I was given a warning look by my mother, and I felt terrible about it right away. "My apologies, Dad. — I—"
"What did you just say?" In a voice that was eerily calm, my father interrupted me.
"I was apologizing—"
This is not the case. While at the airport. "What exactly did you say?" He fixed his hard and impenetrable gaze on mine as he looked at me through the mirror.
You're referring to the pregnancy situation, right? A moment of silence... you really believed that I was pregnant? I couldn't help but stare at him, struggling to contain my laughter.
Taking a large breath out, he relaxed his shoulders.
Let's get moving, you superman! An act was all that it was. Simply said, how could you ever consider that? The truth is that you are getting older. I let out a giggle as I taunted the other person.
"You just realized that now?" A smirk appeared on Mom's face as she gave Dad a playful prod.
He muttered something under his breath as he started the vehicle and drove away.
I was forced to eat by my mother as soon as I arrived home, and she claimed that I had neglected my diet. Her dinner was, as it always was, absolutely exquisite. After that, my father and I went to his studio and spent some time there, reminiscing about the good old days. I finally collapsed into my bed as the sun began to set, and I dozed off and went to sleep.
"One, two, three..." While I was working out in the backyard, I counted under my breath to track my progress. Because of the vibrations coming from my phone, my rhythm was disrupted.
I gave the television a quick check and let out a groan.
Again, it is not him.
I responded while simultaneously plugging in my ears. "What do you want?"
"I want you." The tone of his voice was soothing and playful.
It was a roll of the eyes. "Spit it out."
"You wounded me; you are so gorgeous. Do you mind if I call you when I'm missing you?
"You can, but not three times in a row just to annoy me." I was clearly irritated by the situation.
"I miss you."
"Miss you too, asshole." There was a lack of energy in my voice.
It was my fault that I did not accompany you. Both of us would have had a great time if we had been together. He let out a loud and dramatic sigh.
That is something that my father would have cherished. If he loved you, he would most likely give you all of his affection. With a smirk on my face, I was aware of the outcome that would have occurred.
Not even bringing him up in conversation. I swore to myself that that man had secret animosity toward me. Do you think I'm not attractive enough?
You are, which is the reason why your mother likes you. Dad, on the other hand, is merely protective. He is unable to tolerate the fact that another man is making me happy. After arriving at the front entrance, I proceeded to enter the building.
Irresponsible elderly man. He just dislikes that you love me more than him."
"No way. I love my dad, and he just doesn’t trust guys with me. Especially a jerk like you. He has a natural urge to be a father. Smiling, I said. "Oh, and why did you call?"
Not a sound.
Oh, that is... The likelihood is that you do not wish to hear it.
"Just tell me."
He hesitated before speaking. And when he did, my blood ran cold.
"What the hell?" My voice soared up, pausing me mid-step in the corridor.
I felt a presence behind me. Turning, I met eyes with Mom, her look deadly.
She despised cursing, and I had just done it in front of guests.
Oh, crap.
"Holy—" I bit my lip in an effort to silence myself.
The pit of my stomach sank.
It had not occurred to me that we would be having guests today.
The intensity of Mom's stare increased.
I beseech you, God, to deliver me from her anger.
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