I Swear, Let Me Love You Again

LYDIA’S POV.

MID-NIGHT.

“What the hell was that?” Lorena asked loudly, I quickly shushed in case someone had broken into the mansion which would be quite surprising as the security around the house was tight.

“Girl what?” She giggled as I gestured for her to follow behind me. But she took quite yet fast steps down the stairs, I shook my head at her quickly grabbing anything probably harmful near my reach. I spotted a flower vase and grabbed it though it was a bit heavy plus the bouquet of flowers in it obstructs my view.

“Now, what is going on here?!” Lorena yelled with amusement in her tone as soon as we barged into the kitchen. I was bewildered at her bravery. I moved the flower vase to my left side in order to see the scene in front of me clearly, I scrunched up my face dropping the vase to the floor.

My father was in a black robe looking at us in shock, as if we were the last people he would expect to see at this time of the night. Meanwhile, Patricia was in her pajamas and her outfit was rather revealing. The shirt was transparent, living a little to the imagination and the pants were booty shorts so you can just imagine that. She paused on packing the broken glasses on the floor.

“Miss Lydia, Miss Lorena.” She acknowledged our presence with a nervous smile. I observed their body language until I finally spotted the cut on my father’s hand.

“What happened?” I rushed to my father and he took a step back.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“I’m fine Princess. I simply came to get a cup of water and I slipped up when grabbing a glass. Patricia, here, came right after. While I was trying to clear the glasses, I got cut.” He explained and Lorena and I shared glances.

“Ohh, okay daddy. Lorena please can you help me get the first aid kit in the top cabinet in my bathr–”

“It’s fine honey, it’s just a slight cut. Go to bed Princess, you have a long day tomorrow.” He cut me off. I knitted my eyebrow as tomorrow was even Saturday about to protest  but Lorena beat me to it.

“Okay Mr Miller. Uhhh… Patricia please get the first kit and assist him with it. Good night sir, we head up now.” She stumbled on her words practically dragging me out of the kitchen. I turned around making eye contact with my father, my heart clenched with my mind racing on the different scenarios that truly took place knowing my father was lying through his teeth.

“Are you okay?” Lorena questioned as we walked up the stairs quietly. I didn’t respond on the spot so as not to let my father hear us.

We headed straight to my room with the both of us in our thoughts. The sex sounds, their gazes on each other…was it…? No, my father will never do that, especially in the house where my mother died and where I sleep.

“Lo.” I called out sitting at the edge of my bed, she hummed in response.

“You don’t think they are…” I trailed off and she instantly frowned, shaking head frantically.

“No girl. I mean it is suspicious but you think your father will have sex with the help? I mean she is pretty and her physique is amazing. But actually think of doing that? Nah, I trust him too much.” The way she said it was like she was trying to convince herself as well. She grabbed a bag of chips sitting on the soft pink cushion.

“Ugh…let’s talk about something to distract my mind.” I said dipping my hands into her bag of chips, she swatted my hand away playfully.

“Okay…something else.” She thought for a moment holding the bag of chips on her other side so I won’t take more.

“Stingy.” I mumbled and she chuckled. Something must have crossed her mind because she became serious.

“Lydia, I just remembered something and don’t get mad at me okay? In fact I know you’re not going to be mad because I feel like I did the right thing.” She rambled, chuckling to herself.

“What did you do?” I squinted my eyes at her and as soon as I observed her hands relaxed on the chips, I hastily picked up the chips. She side eyed me but made no move to chase after me.

“So you remember the first time you saw Nathaniel at my store a few weeks ago.” She began and I hummed. I remember my heart beating fast, I don’t know if it was out of fear or uncertainty but I knew it wasn’t out of love. He did look slightly different, handsome but stressed and as always, he seemed sad.

“After you left, he approached me and he seemed to have remembered me being your best friend.” I was shocked at the piece of information so I gestured for her to proceed.

FLASHBACK:

“So how may I help you, Nathaniel King?” Lorena inquired with an attitude but Nathan didn’t mind.

“I know you know who I am. I know you’re also Lydia’s  friend.” She looked at him with a bored expression, her look was basically telling him she was tired of the conversation even before it began.

“I need you to speak to Lydia on my behalf. I don’t usually do this but with the whole mess going with me coming off to the masses as an abusive and a horrible husband, just the presence of Lydia at my press conference will go a long way in helping my image.”

“I know I don’t deserve to even have Lydia’s glance and I deeply apologize for everything I have done to her but just this will help me. I NEED HER.” He said to Lorena with desperation in his tone.

“Oh so you need her now?” She scoffed. “She was so right about you Kings.”

Nathaniel pursed his lips feeling pathetic but though he never cared about what the media had to say about him, he realized this was way out of line and it not only affected him but his entire family.

“Can I at least get your number in case you change your mind? I promise I’m going to make things right with Lydia whether she decides to come through or not.”