Chapter 114: ~Hellbound~
"You’ve never heard of him, have you?" William’s inquiry was direct; his desire to uncover the truth was evident in his words.
Ron’s response was filled with uncertainty. "No, I’m not familiar with him. But why are you asking about it? And where have you gone?" The questions hung in the air, an indication of Ron’s curiosity about William’s sudden interest in a stranger.
William, however, chose to keep his cards close to his chest, offering only a cryptic response. "I’ll see you tomorrow, son." The implications of his words hinted at a forthcoming revelation, leaving Ron to wonder about the secrets that lay beneath his father’s inquiry.
Ron’s realization was swift. "So you’re already here," he noted, recognizing that William was nearby, perhaps in pursuit of answers to the enigmatic Derek Houston.
William’s confirmation was concise and to the point. "Yes, I will tell you everything tomorrow," he assured his son before concluding the conversation by hanging up the phone.
The conversation between William and Ron unfolded over the phone, an exchange of questions and information that sought to shed light on a figure nad Derek Houston. William was on a quest for answers, and Ron’s voice held a hint of curiosity and concern.
As the call ended, William turned to Anne, the weight of his concerns evident in his expression. "He is unfamiliar with him. However, I doubt any newcor will be as capable as this," William mused, his thoughts a mixture of curiosity and unease.
In the midst of their quest for answers about Derek Houston, Anne’s desperation was palpable. She longed for the return of her son, Paul, and her focus was unwavering.
"I want my son back, William. I’m not interested in hearing anything." Anne’s words were filled with raw emotion, her maternal instincts driving her to seek a reunion with Paul, no matter the cost.
William, understanding the depth of Anne’s pain, offered reassurance. "He’s also my son, Anne. I’ll make an attempt to speak with him tomorrow."
I awoke with a slight flutter of my eyelids, finding myself ensconced in the strong, secure hold of Derek’s arms. My gaze shifted to et a pair of intense grey eyes fixed on , and a husky morning greeting filled the air.
"Good morning." Derek’s deep voice resonated through the room, his eyes revealing a complex mixture of emotions. I briefly t his gaze before turning my attention elsewhere, my thoughts racing. The night’s sleep had been deep and undisturbed, but it wasn’t the rest I had been yearning for.
"Good morning, Mr. Derek," I replied, maintaining a hint of formality in my address. The weight of my new role as his wife bore down on , and I grappled with the swirling emotions within.
Derek, however, seed determined not to let the mont slip away without acknowledging the connection that had ford between us. His question hung in the air, "Did you get enough sleep?" His gaze remained focused on , inviting
to share my thoughts and emotions.
I slowly beca aware of my position, nestled in Derek’s embrace, and the realization left
feeling a sense of unease. Despite the intimacy we had shared throughout the night, I couldn’t fully accept this new reality. It was possible that I had been the one to approach him, but the weight of the situation was starting to sink in.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Derek." I finally spoke up as I began to carefully extricate myself from his arms. I hadn’t anticipated falling asleep in his embrace, and the situation left
grappling with a mix of emotions and uncertainties.
As I attempted to disentangle myself from Derek’s embrace, a sudden and firm pull yanked
back into his arms. It felt as though I was a rabbit, and he, a colossal and possessive tiger, had ensnared
within his grip. I was left montarily stunned by the unexpected action, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and hesitation.
"Mr. Derek," I managed to utter, my gaze shifting away from his intense eyes as I struggled to comprehend the situation. His embrace was overpowering, and the weight of it left
feeling small and vulnerable.
Derek’s response was composed and unwavering. "I’m your husband. Please address
by my na," he clarified, the possessiveness in his tone leaving no room for argunt. I hesitated for a few monts, contemplating my options. Perhaps if I used his na, he would relent and allow
so space.
"Derek," I finally conceded, the word passing my lips with a degree of reluctance. His response was a simple acknowledgnt, but it carried a weight of its own.
In an attempt to regain so semblance of control over the situation, I ventured a question, my tone tinged with a hint of unease. "Can you just let
leave now?"
Derek’s whispered request hung in the air like a delicate invitation. "Sleep a bit longer with ," he urged, his head resting on my shoulder. The intimacy of the mont tugged at my emotions, and I hesitated before offering a hesitant nod.
As I lowered my gaze, I couldn’t help but notice the state of Derek’s hand. It was badly injured, with a deep crimson stain marring his skin. Concern washed over , and I instinctively reached for his hand, my touch gentle yet laden with questions.
"Mr. Derek!" I exclaid, my voice trembling with a mixture of alarm and confusion. I turned to face him, my eyes drawn to the newly revealed cut on his lip and a wound on his cheek. The marks were fresh and bore the telltale signs of a recent injury.
My voice quivered as I pressed for answers, my concern unabated. "What is this, Mr. Derek? I an Derek? How did you get hurt? This appears to be new," I questioned, my eyes locked onto his, searching for any hint of an explanation.
Derek relinquished his hold on , his attempt at a reassuring smile failing to dispel the unease that had settled in the room. He spoke, attempting to downplay the significance of his injuries. "It’s nothing. I sliced my hand yesterday night by accident," he explained, his words carrying a casual air.
I regarded him for a few monts, my gaze unwavering. Did he truly believe I was entirely ignorant? Did he consider
to be a fool, blind to the evident clues that sothing was amiss?
"Did you beat him?" I asked, my tone firm and unwavering. Derek’s eyes widened in surprise at the directness of my question.
To be continued.
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