Chapter 1093 - The White inauguration (6) (2/2)

”Ron, my dear! It is you!”, woman exclaimed and walked close to him. ”How did you get here? Where have you been all this time? Why didn't you call home? …”

The woman was raining questions on Ron and he felt sweat trickle down his back. What is his stepmother doing here? He wanted to ask her, but images of her abusing him for years flashed in his mind and he lost his voice. He was unable to move.

”… Are you surprised to see me? Happy? Probably not as happy as I am to see you. Your father went crazy when you disappeared without a trace. He is missing you, but I miss you more, my dear…”, she leaned closer to him and arched her eyebrow suggestively. ”When are you coming home?”

She reached with her hand to touch Ron's cheek.

PAK!

The woman yelped in surprise when her hand was slapped away.

”What are you doing with my man?”, Zula asked angrily.

Zula does not know what is going on. When she got out of the restroom, she saw that woman leaning closer to Ron while talking in an alluring voice… something about missing him and asking him to go home. But what struck Zula was that Ron was petrified. For some reason, he is afraid of that woman, and Zula will not allow her to hurt Ron. When Zula saw that woman reaching to touch Ron, Zula had to react and slap her hand away. Well, she would punch and kick her few times, but they are at the party, and Sarah told them to avoid violence if possible.

Zula linked her arm with Ron's.

”Do you know this woman?”, she asked Ron without removing her fierce gaze from an outraged stepmother.

Ron snapped out of his daze and looked at Zula. Somehow, her confident and gentle eyes told him that it's going to be OK, and that she is there for him.

”She is not important.”, he responded.

”What do you mean, I am not important?”, his stepmother raged. ”Who is this girl? Is she the reason you left me?”

Ron closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to compose himself. He felt Zula's hand move into his, and their fingers interlaced.

Ron looked at Zula and smiled before turning to the woman. ”I left home, stepmother, not you. And you should know why I left. Don't come near me anymore.” He looked at Zula and guided her back into the ballroom. ”Let's go, dear. Do you want to dance more, or should we get something to eat? …”

Ron's stepmother balled her hands into fists. ”This is not the end of it, Ron! Wait until I tell your father!”

Ron and Zula went to the dancefloor.

”Are you OK?”, Zula asked with concern apparent in her eyes.

”Thank you.”, Ron wrapped his arms around her while pulling her closer.

She placed her hands on his back awkwardly. ”It seems you need a hug.”

”Yeah. It seems so.”, he admitted.

Little by little, Zula relaxed and few seconds later, she hugged him back.

They moved slowly while holding each other tightly.

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