(Author’s POV)
’What is this? What is happening? Why do I feel so light, so free? As if~ .... As if I am not even injured in the first place.’ She couldn’t help but think like this as the discomfort subsided.
At so point, she voluntarily gave in and let him do whatever he was doing. Dion felt her willingness, and a smile appeared on his lips. Not his signature, flirtatious one, but a genuinely heartwarming smile. A one that could lt even a giant ice sculpture on a snowy day.
After another five seconds staying like this, he withdrew his head and gazed at Myra, asking the sa question, "How are you feeling .... now?"
This ti, the answer ca out unfeigned, real, "A lot better. Thank you, Dion."
Dion’s eyes flickered as his face lit up. His golden greens crinkled, giving him a carefree, childlike appearance. For a second, Myra couldn’t help but admire him, ’Wow, how can soone look so ethereal?’ But she shook her and quickly pushed that thought aside. ’What are you thinking, Myra? He must have definitely used his powers and done sothing to my head.’
Dion was reluctant to let her go, but he had, and he did.
Wendy, who has been watching from the sidelines, was bewildered by his impromptu actions. In her eyes, her sister and Dion weren’t close at all. They have only t twice prior to today’s eting. Once outside the restaurant, which cannot even be considered a eting. And the other was when they were attending the sa arts class. So, why was Dion behaving so intimately towards Myra?
Her thoughts were like an open book. Anybody could tell by the look on her face what she was thinking. Dion chuckled and explained, "It is a custom to greet a patient like this in our family. This can help in speedy recovery."
Wendy, whose brows were creased, flattened a little as she nodded.
However, she didn’t quite understand. After all, neither Alaric nor Elio greeted Myra in that manner. After thinking hard for a while, she ca to a realisation. Dion’s eyes kept lingering towards Myra, every now and then. This made the light bulb in her head suddenly illuminate, ’Ahhaaa~ .... so that’s what it is. Hehe~ .... How cuteeeee~ ...’ A sheepish grin ford on her lips as if she had solved a difficult puzzle.
Elio advanced in their direction. He stood beside Dion. He could tell by his brothers’ reaction and how Wendy addressed Dion earlier that he and Alaric already knew about Myra and her family being in Esteria.
’They both knew and didn’t even ntion anything? How could they do this? How could they?’ He felt betrayed, so stupid, but this wasn’t the ti to speak up his mind. He was finally in Myra’s presence after so long, he didn’t wanted to taint it with any kind of argunt. Other things can wait, but this was a precious mont for him.
"Ms. Miracle~ ...." Alaric’s voice echoed, catching everyone’s attention.
He had been way too quiet, so nobody thought he would speak up. His tone was aloof as he said, "Who~ .... Who did this to you? How did you get such~ .... injuries?"
Myra’s hazels darted towards his sapphires, and when they t, they turned cold. Instantaneously cold.
Her mind flashbacked to the ti when Wyatt made that phone call. Even when she was in imnse danger, how cruel and disinterested he sounded. How he uttered, "I don’t play these cheap gas. I have got nothing to do with the likes of her. I have got nothing to do with her~ ... NOTHING TO DO WITH HER." These words kept repeating in her brain like a broken stereo.
Sure, they don’t see eye to eye, but that doesn’t an he had to be so heartless like this. Yesterday morning, he was helping her, playing the hero, telling her that she owes him now. But once the sun settled, he changed his tune and did a one eight on her. He shrugged her safety off completely.
She didn’t know why, but it made her heart ick and even made her feel annoyed for so reason.
With gritted teeth, she spoke; her words, though plain, landed with a spite, "No one did it to . I fell from the stairs. You don’t need to con~cern yourself with that~ .... Mr. Everests. You are a very busy man, after all."
It was quite obvious that no one would get that many injuries after just falling off so stairs. None of them could understand her hostile words, none but one.
The remark landed on Alaric perfectly. He knew exactly what the taunting was about and bit his lips.
’I told you~ .... I told you, you shouldn’t have said this, Al,’ Alex scolded him. He was pissed when Alaric said those words. He was aware of his intentions but didn’t like it one bit. He should have minded his words.
Wendy felt sothing off as well. She leaned in and whispered in Myra’s ear, "Sis, did sothing happen between you and Mr. Everests? Are you upset because of that forum post?"
Myra only shook her head. With a detached tone, she replied, "Nothing like that, Wends. Ummm~ .... Can you get so porridge? I am a bit hungry," She asked.
Wendy recalled Sandra’s words to take care of Myra. Feeling the tension between Alaric and Myra, she was hesitant to go, but Myra pushed her, "Please~ ...." So, she imdiately said, "I will go and get it for you. Anything else, sis."
Myra shook her head as Wendy walked out.
Now with Wendy out, Myra was left with the three Lycan brothers. Her eyes landed on them one by one. She opened her mouth, then closed it, repeating this action two to three tis.
"Speak your mind, Myra~ ....," Elio encouraged her, seeing her uneasiness.
Getting the green signal, she took a deep breath and started, "I really appreciate that you all ca to see despite being so busy with your schedules." Her eyes landed on Elio and flickered as she turned her head around. ".... I would appreciate it even more if you could~ .... *ahem* .... If you could keep the past a secret and not reveal it in front of my parents or sister. They don’t know about anything." She requested.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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