Chapter 91
Reyna Cruz:
1 stayed awake the entire night, brainstorming about everything After Mrs. Sparrow left the room, she returned with a warm glass of milk and even took a sip out of it in front of me just to show me that it was safe for me to drink. I guess I would have never drunk it if she hadn’t proved that it was safe for me to drink from it. After that, I kept changing my position in bed, worried about so many things. And then I fell asleep at sumrise. I didn’t plan to, but somehow sleep engulfed me. I jolted myself awake when the door to my bedroom closed again. I sat up in bed and looked around. My eyes fell on the clock, and I almost gasped at the time. It was already afternoon.
“I can’t believe I slept through the entire morning. I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. I looked over at the couch and could tell Hunter never returned to sleep on it, but his coat was there instead of a blanket. So, he definitely returned. Maybe that was him who just walked out of the door Rushing out of bed. I quickly showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a white shirt. I needed to get my clothes and stuff from back home. Even Turner was complaining about his toys and shirts. I left the room in search of Turner and found him in the kitchen with Mrs. Sparrow.
“You are the best son ever” I found Mrs. Sparrow praising him and it made him smile proudly.
“Mommy! Look. I am making soup for you and Daddy,” he smiled innocently, showing me the bowls Mrs. Sparrow was filling.
“Oh yes. Turner made this soup all without my help. Mrs. Sparrow smiled, nodding to Turner, who confidently gave her a thumbs up for lying
“Where is Hunter?” I knew something was wrong, or else why would my son be making soup for us?
“Daddy is not well. He is all messed up.” Turner paused to describe his father’s state with a very sad look on his face. “I guess you were also not feeling well, which is why you couldn’t wake up early either,” he then added, and it made sense why he thought he should make soup for us
“Hunter has a headache, Mrs. Sparrow answered, giving me a very weak smile.
“Here!” Turner gestured for me to grab the bowl out of the tray from Mrs. Sparrow.
“Hey, how about 1 take that to your father?” I wanted to speak to Hunter. I know it would be odd after hearing his confessions last night, but I really wanted to check on him
“Sure, he is in the garden,” Mrs. Sparrow’s face shone with hope as she quickly handed me the tray.
“How about we go watch a movie, what do you say, Turner?” she then made sure I am all alone with Hunter.
“Sure,” I understand why Turner wanted to be here. He has got everything and everyone here. Not just his parents, but soon after Polline comes back, he will have both his grandmother’s living with him under the same roof.
I walked out of the mansion with the tray and approached the end of the garden where Hunter was sitting on the chair with his arms folded over the table.
“I said, f*cking leave me alone,” he yelled at Tara, who was standing beside him with a glass full of juice in her hand.
“But why? You are sick. You need to eat,” she insisted in her high pitched voice. I began to wonder if I should even try to talk to him now. He seemed to be in a pretty bad mood
“I don’t give a f*ck what I am feeling and you shouldn’t either. Just leave me al-, as he got too frustrated and raised his head to yell at her some more, he paused when he saw me behind her.
Tara followed his glare and stared at me with her eyebrow raised she cleared her throat and grunted
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“What are you here for?” she muttered to me, not even seeing the tray in my hands?
“I brought him soup,” I mumbled, but realizing I shouldn’t bother.
“He doesn’t want to cat. So you better take that back,” she hissed, turning around and telling me when she herself didn’t seem to leave.
“You don’t need to tell me, he can speak for himself.” I stated the obvious.
“I don’t care. Leavel” she raised her voice, and before I could respond to her, I watched Hunter clear his throat and straighten his back.
“Tara! Go back inside and take that juice away. I am craving soup” his much gentler tone even shocked her. She turned around and stared at him with her mouth agape while 1 approached the table and set the tray down.
“Here!” I gave him a bowl and picked the other to enjoy.
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Tara stayed to pass us disgusting glares before she stomped her foot, spilled the juice on the grass, and went back inside.
“Now she will go shout at my son.” I shook my head, commenting on what to expect from her.
“I will f*cking kill her if she did that,” Hunter grunted, rubbing his face in his hands.
“Where were you the entire night?” 1 questioned when it was pretty clear that he went for a run and then hit a
a disheveled state even after he had taken a shower and changed into cleaner clothes.
“I was just around,” he stole glances from me, taking a sip of the soup and closing his eyes to admire it.
bar. He was in
“Your mom made it. I felt like I should let him know before he exaggerated his expression. He opened his eyes and stared at me bluntly before he made a face and mumbled, “I know.”
That little mimicking he did of me almost made me laugh at him, but then I recalled the night and the conversation we had.
“About last night,” as soon as I said that, he began to choke on his soup.
“Are you alright?” I hurriedly rushed behind him to pat his back but he dismissed my offer by waving off his hand.
“What about last night? There is nothing to talk about it,” he sounded so embarrassed, and I could tell why.
“No! Some- as I attempted to talk again, he looked me in the eye and lied, “I was lying, okay?” he made me raise my eyebrow because I could tell he was lying now. Why was it such a taboo thing for him to express his love for me?
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