After a long, dreamless night, Lyra finally awoke the next morning, only to find her injured leg neatly wrapped and bandaged by Dante. She sat up and touched the wrapped spot with a calm surprise on her face, looking around the room at the same time to check if he was close by. She relented and sighed when she saw that she was alone. She yawned deeply with a palm over her mouth. Then she paused, reflexively lifting her head towards the wall clock."7: 40 am? Oh my God," she whispered furtively, pulling off the blanket over her body at once and stepping down from the bed simultaneously.Lyra ambled into the bathroom as fast as she could, still feeling the pain from the leg. It took her twice as much time as it would usually take for her to get there.Then, in one confused moment, she stopped at the entrance to stare helplessly at the closed, slippery space, not knowing how best to beat the time while still carrying the burden of her injury.As if to answer her questions, her eyes sud
"Felix, please not today," Lyra said, stopping him with one of her hands rigidly held out."Can you hear that rumbling?" It's about to rain. You know I need to get home as soon as possible; it's late already." She added.Felix ran a hand over his hair, looking like someone who had just lost a rare contract. Then she shrugged and said,"Alright, maybe next time then.""Yeah, yeah, next time," Lyra replied in a hurry, going close to him and hugging him briefly."We'll see some other time, okay?" She whispered, before limping out of the room, leaving Felix, who was still unmoved and expressionless, gazing straight at the wall like a statue.The rain was beginning to trickle down little by little by the time Lyra got outside. She quickly flagged down a taxi with urgency in her tone as she described the junction located a few meters close to Dante's estate, the same one she stopped the other time, knowing that none of them would agree to drive into the estate itself.Lyra climbed down fro
Dante went straight into his study room the moment he withdrew from Lyra. He locked up the door and collapsed on one of the chairs, his palms supporting his head and his elbows resting against the edge of the table. He was not thinking straight; his mind kept bringing up the image of Lyra. He couldn't explain why he was feeling this way—the tenderness, the eagerness to please. "Or was it pity?" He muttered to himself.He sighed and rubbed his hair, still unable to arrive at a definite conclusion about what he was feeling. "Maybe I should just call someone who will understand better."He brought out his phone and dialed his sister's number."Hey D, what's up?" Her tiny voice asked after picking up."Hello, Mira," Dante answered weakly, so she could notice the tiredness in his voice."You sound exhausted; what's wrong?"Dante nodded and went on to explain all he had been feeling for the past few days to her."I know you don't love that girl called Lyra; who are you feeling all this tow
The first thing Lyra did after waking up the next morning was to rush back to Dante's front door, knocking even more persistently than she did the previous night, but he still didn't respond nor open up. She sighed tiredly and returned downstairs proceeding to the car park to look for him, but his car wasn't there when she came down. She stood there and fumbled with the ring in her hand for some time before she went back inside. As soon as she re-entered her room, her phone instantly beeped to a message from Lyra. "Hey girl remember we still got some shopping to do today. Catch you later." Lyra smiled after reading through. She took off her gown and made for the bathroom.After taking her bath and getting dressed. She rushed out of her room again and breezed into the kitchen quickly preparing a breakfast of broccoli and stuffing it into the lunch bag, she zipped it up and turned around to leave the building with hastened footsteps. Outside the estate, she hailed a cab driver
"Why will you do that? How desperate can you be?" His judgmental voice was getting even more intense.Lyra, who was still coming to terms with the shock, fiddled with her bag nervously at the same spot. She decided it was better to come out clean at this point; maybe he would judge her less harshly if he knew why she did what she did."I…I was married. I'm sorry, Iied." She stuttered to begin."I didn't do it to get the money for myself. I did....""Enough of that this minute!" Dante raised his voice, cutting her off. He uncrossed his legs and stood up slowly from the couch to face her directly."Now tell me, did you also lie about the ring? Did you want to sell it off? Didn't you? Was that why you were checking through that merchant site to know how much the cost was? How about your shopping today? I saw how you spent a fortune buying heaven and earth just because I told you to sort your wants with it." He scoffed and murmured to himself."So much for someone who claims not to have
The following day, Lyra awoke from sleep quite late; the pillow next to her head was wet with tears, and her eyes were red and swollen due to all-night crying.She sat up slowly on the bed and picked up her phone to call Felix's number again, but it didn't ring at all this time; his phone was no longer reachable.Her head was pounding vigorously; she was in a struggle not to read meaning into Felix's sudden unavailability after yesterday's call."His line hardly ever shuts down,” she reasoned with questioning eyes.When no clear explanation seemed to be forthcoming, she finally rolled down from the bed lazily, lacking the willpower nor strength to begin the new day. However, she still had to try; she had to push herself, knowing the kind of boss she was working under. Secondly, it was obvious her days in Dante's house were already numbered, and she was aware that her only means of subsistence should the worst come to worst would be her job; Felix wasn't exactly working at the moment
Lyra maintained her perplexed expression, taking some steps back as the gray-haired, familiar face of the visitor advanced closer from the entrance. It was the same face of the man who had asked Dante some questions about his son's contract on his last visit to his grandmother; it was Edward Cooper, Luca's father."Good evening, sir." She greeted him when he finally reached the center of the living room; he had both hands tucked into his suit pockets, keeping his gaze on her."Dante is not at home," Lyra said again, clearing her throat awkwardly when she saw that the man was still silent.After a few more seconds of unease, Edward opened his mouth to speak for the first time."Well, I'm not here for Dante. I know he is not at home. I'm actually here to see you.""Me?" Lyra rumpled her face to ask."Wh..why?" She stuttered.Edward did not answer at once; instead, he gently flipped his jacket up and took a seat on the couch. He then proceeded with his speech again."I know you want mone
Two months laterAmara was in the kitchen, standing at the center of the room with impatient body language. She was shouting Lyra's name repeatedly and with an air of authority."Where is this girl? Where is she always dallying to?" She murmured when she didn't immediately get a response from her. She took a quick look around at the pile of foodstuff on the kitchen table and the large stainless steel pot next to it, filled with water. She was wondering why Lyra had yet to begin the cooking.After a little suspense, she raised her voice again to call on Lyra."Yes! Miss," Lyra's voice finally echoed back at that point, followed by the sound of her approaching footsteps."Did you go deaf before now?" She queried with her pair of contemptuous eyes when Lyra finally joined her in that kitchen."I'm… I'm sorry. I was locked up inside the restroom when you called." Lyra stuttered."Restroom?" Amara stressed with a grimace."Restroom my foot. Please finish up with what you were doing; as you