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It was already three days since the incident, and we resumed our everyday normal peaceful life.
Cain held his words when he said he would take care of everything.
The charges never came – instead, it was Tristan who was now facing charges left and right from different women who he had relationships with.
“Leanna, can I have a word with you.”
My father’s gentle voice snapped me awake. I turned my head towards him when he sat in front of me.
“What is it, dad?”
“I just wanted to tell you something.” My father smiled, showing the wrinkles on his handsome face, looking all fatherly, his gaze full of unspoken emotions.
That got my attention.
My father rarely spoke in a gentle tone and never give me that kind of face before. My father was always hard and strict on us.
Maybe old age and living without worries made him soft.
I urged when he paused as he just look at me, yet his mind seemed to have been lost – remembering the past.
“You know… I remember the time when you were born. We couldn’t keep our eyes away from you even for a second. You were like this plump, squishy, cute, little lovable thing.”
I widened my eyes when my father just said girly words, and it was five of them!
I wonder what’s going on. Did my father hit his head?
“Even little, you’re not the crying type, you were always the laughing type. Our little bundle of joy. Our little one and only girl.”
I blinked the tears in my eyes when my father’s eyes moistened.
He reached for my hand and gently squeezed it as he lovingly smiled at me.
“Leanna, don’t think that we agree to all of this, you getting engaged at sixteen because of Cain being a pretty face and rich.”
“And the grandchildren.” I grinned.
“And the grandchildren.”
I laughed when my father rolled his eyes.
“It’s not just about all of that. Just think about it… my one and only girl snatch away from me. No. Not happening.”
I laughed when he contorted his face into a scowl.
“The first time I saw Cain… he was looking at you. It’s just the way he looks at you… is the way I look at your mother.”
Now he’s going to make me cry.
“And that he is man that our little baby girl approves. The rest of him are just added bonus.”
He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ears.
I squeezed his hand.
This would probably the only time that we could show our unspoken feelings to each other.
“You are a beautiful girl, Leanna. Both inside and out. Cain is so lucky to have you.”
My face must be red and flushed by now.
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