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Chapter 13

Kimberly returned home that afternoon, after having lunch with her dad, feeling really awful for lying to him. She hoped this would be the only time she gets to hide something from him.

“Hey babe, you’re back.” Ian greeted her with a light kiss the moment she walked into the living room.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He worriedly asked when he noticed the sad look she wore.

“I lied to my dad about the trip, Ian. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth.” Kimberly explained and broke down in tears.

Ian felt terrible for this. If he hadn’t been so upset about her refusal to join him on the trip, she wouldn’t have been under any pressure to please him, at the expense of disobeying her dad.

“Baby, I’m so-“

“I need a nap.” She cut him off and headed upstairs.

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Kimberly woke up from her nap when it was already dark outside. She got out of bed and dragged her feet to the bathroom to freshen up. She was out of the bedroom ten minutes later, wearing a nightwear.

She got to the living room and didn’t find Ian there, the TV was just playing with no one watching. She guess, he was close by since the TV was on.

Her guess was right as she heard a crash, the sound came from the kitchen, so she rushed to the kitchen.

When she got there, she noticed some of the kitchen utensils were on the floor while Ian was muttering some curse words. She hurried to his side, got on her knees to pick up the utensils, when suddenly she saw a drop of blood. She wondered where it came from, then another drop the floor again.

Ignoring the utensils, she stood up on her feet to take a proper look at her fiancé who was now a feet away from her, with his back to her.

“Ian, are you alright?”

Kimberly was now worried when she got no reply from Ian, who was now at the sink with his back still to her. The only sound that was heard in the kitchen was the running water. She moved closer when she noticed the water turn red as Ian washed his hands. My

“Oh my God! Ian, you’re bleeding!” she gasped, taking his hand to help him wash off the blood.

“It’s nothing, really.” Ian finally said as he tried to free his hand from her grasp, but she wouldn’t let him.

After a while, she noticed that the bleeding had reduced to the minimum, so she reached for a napkin and wrapped it around his hand. She asked him to hold it with pressure before she left the kitchen to go get the first aid kit.copy right hot novel pub

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