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Chương 27: Chapter 27

He glanced at her and chuckled before downing his drink. "Do I really need to say it out aloud? Can't you guess?"

She thought about it for a few seconds. It didn't take her long to come up with a plausible guess. "Our family?"

When he nodded, she scrunched up her face. "I thought it was her family who didn't want you to be together because her brother said bad things about you."

He shook his head. "I doubt her parents even knew she had a boyfriend." The thought of it made him hate them more than he already did. If they were a little more caring, she would not have suffered so much. They would have comforted her when his family harassed her and even told them off—but they didn't even know what their daughter was going through. They should have given her up for adoption when she was born. He was certain any random family would take better care of her as long as she didn't end up as his foster sister. That would not have made any difference.

Mabella didn't need any details to guess what must have gone down. When she did a mental walk through everything that had happened five years ago before Damon told her that he and Avery had broken up, she didn't want the details anymore. There must have been conspiracies worse than murder.

"I'll hold back from scolding them but that's only because they indirectly helped you get close to Vee." She rolled her eyes. He and Avery had found common ground in the fact that they were both members of unloving families.

He scoffed. "You're giving them too much credit."

She laughed as she nursed her wine glass. "Oh, by the way. I came to hide here because our jerk of a dad wants me to go home for a few days. My mother agreed."

He frowned at her complaint. "Aren't you like, twenty-seven?"

She shrugged. "I'll be seven in my mom's eyes until I'm married."

He smirked at her predicament even though he found it ridiculous. "Don't worry. Elder brother will protect you from them. You can stay here until you find a place of your own."

Mabella was overjoyed. She was not planning to overstay her welcome but having a brother to take care of her could never feel any better.

"Hey, give me your phone." She said out of the blue.

He knew from her slight slur that the alcohol was starting to kick in. "Why do you need it?" He asked.

She stretched out her hand. "Just hand it over. Humor me."

He had a weird feeling about her expression but he reached for his phone in his pants pockets and slid it over the counter to her.

"Awesome!" She happily entered his pass code—which he didn't remember ever telling her—and tapped on the screen frantically with a frown.

"Are you sending some crazy social media post?" He snatched the phone from her but he was probably too late since she let go without a fight. She must have already posted whatever she wanted.

He checked the recently used apps and his heart sank when he saw that it was his messaging app. She didn't send an embarrassing text to anyone, right?

He worked up his courage and was relieved to see that she had sent two mild texts to Avery.

[Please show the text below to Angel.]

[Hey Angel, did you have dinner?]

A smile formed on his face as he looked at his drunk sister. "Good idea. I owe you one."

She rolled her eyes and smacked him. "You idiot. That was so obvious. Send text messages for Angel to Avery's phone and you will have a legitimate reason to chat with her."

That was not exactly what he had in mind. He was thinking of something naughtier.

He smiled as he typed another text message. Well, a whole lot of them.

___

Avery's phone pinged with a text message when she and Angel were selecting a book for his bedtime story. She glanced at it and looked at him.

"Your papa sent a message for you." She spoke softly. He looked up from the small pile of books with colorful covers in front of him and waited in anticipation.

She was yet to tell him what Damon had sent when another text message came in. An entire flood of messages pinged one after another.

He read all of them and summarized the information to her son.

"He said you should get to sleep soon and dream about him, and that he loves you."

Angel scrunched up his little face as if he found it odd.

She chuckled. "I know. I found it odd too. But your papa is odd, so we are going to do what's best for our state of mind—choose a bedtime story and get some sleep."


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Angel gave her a look that said "Mommy is odd too" and she couldn't blame him. He had said that the messages were for Angel. Why the hell was she smiling?

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the boy's giggles. He threw his head back into the pillows and laughed his little heart out at the cartoon drawing on the cover of Rumpelstiltskin.

A soft laugh left her mouth. "Do you want me to read you this one?"

He nodded happily so she kept the other books away and opened the storybook he had chosen.

"Once upon a time, there was a miller who had a daughter. She was pretty and clever…"

Angel fell asleep before she was five pages into the story. She stroked his cheek and kissed it. Sometimes she was convinced that it wasn't the stories but her voice that lulled him to sleep. Most of the time she would read him a story but when his emotions were ruffled, she would sing him a song. She had done it for four years but it still felt new every time.

She tucked in his little body and kissed his forehead, then turned off the lights and left the room.

On other nights, she would go to her room, take a bath, snuggle into her bed and fall asleep. But not tonight. Well, at least not after getting into bed.

Sleep had deserted her and while she knew that she shouldn't, she reached for her phone on the night stand and tapped it to turn the screen on. She launched her messaging app and started reading through Damon's texts, over analysing them.

[I ate too. My dinner was boring. I only had instant noodles and they were overcooked. Not the yummiest.] There was nothing to analyse about that one but she couldn't help picturing a smile on his face when he wrote it. His lips would curl on both sides and slight dimples would form on his face. His very handsome face.

She scrolled to the message.

[But I kept thinking about you while I ate so it tasted good. You are so cute when you chew cookies. I can't stop thinking about it now even as I write this. Your beautiful eyes will probably widen when you read it.]

Her eyes did widen when she read it. She was no longer certain who the message was for. He had said that she should show it to Angel but the content seemed odd.

[I'll stop rambling now or you will start to think I'm out of my mind. Go to sleep soon. Remember to dream about me.] She read the third message, which had made her even more confused. Did dads usually ask their kids to dream about them? She was not sure because she didn't have any experience. If they did, did the words make the kids' mums have a kaleidoscope of butterflies in their stomachs?

[See you tomorrow, angel.]

She scrolled down, up, and then down again and tried to assess the last word of the text she had read more times than the others.

He had written angel. Not Angel.

There wasn't a difference and it was probably a typing error or autocorrect working its infuriating magic but her mind ran wilder than it should. She had not forgotten that he had always called her 'angel' in the past.

She rolled to her side and placed her phone facing down on the pillow. It must be a typing error.

She didn't want to see the last text message which had made her eyes go wide earlier. She shouldn't take a peek at it. She should return her phone to the night stand and go to sleep yet she didn't. She flipped it and glanced at the three words at the bottom of the chat window.

[I love you.]

She closed her eyes for a few seconds as she rolled onto her back and placed the phone on her stomach. When she opened them, she read through the entire conversation as if looking for something. Anything that could tell her that these messages were all meant for her son and she was being ridiculous by acting like they were for her.

Then she saw something that pinned the last nail on the coffin.

[Please show the text below to Angel.] read the first text message.

The text below. Her mind zeroed in on the word text. He didn't say texts. Did that mean that the rambling that came after the second text was not meant to be shown to Angel?

Nope. No way. She should sleep and stop being ridiculous.

She groaned into the dark of night. "Damon D'aboville, why are you doing this to me?"

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AN

Who do you think the texts are for?

Let's bet, lol.


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