Chapter 252 - Red Flags (2/2)
To Wyatt's chagrin, the little boy didn't cower down. Hunter held his chin up and his pool of orbs as dark as ink made Wyatt's intestines churn uncomfortably in his stomach. He thought in his head how could such a young lad possess a dark soul that it reflected in his eyes.
Emily's voice rang, snapping Wyatt from his raging anger, ”Let go of the child, Wyatt!”
”The boy's not even scared of anything,” Wyatt scoffed. He finally let go of Hunter's collar, deriding himself for his outburst. Now he looked like the bad guy when all he wanted to do was to protect his child. ”Are you hurt? Anywhere?”
”No.” Hunter shrugged, keeping it cool.
”You heard that, Hon-Emily,” Wyatt's voice tapered off as he spoke when his slip of the tongue was loud enough for others to hear. He ignored the stares and focused on his daughter instead. She was grinning at him, the only one who found his predicament funny. He should be angry, but his daughter was too beautiful that all his anger earlier turned into ashes.
”Daaad,” Aerith murmured, eager to steal her father's attention. True enough, Wyatt hopped back to reality. To him, her daughter's voice was akin to bells ringing sweetly to his ear and for a second, he calmed down.
He peered down, meeting Aerith's green eyes. The innocence in his child broke his heart. How could he deserve someone as pure as his Aerith? And now that he had a thousand questions floating above his head, how could he tell his daughter that she should never trust a man? Especially a man coming from the Ma Family?
Wyatt pondered, was his predicament a punishment for playing with women's hearts that he'd panicked over the simplest matters revolving around his daughter? Never did he think of picking on a child, and he wondered how many boys he would ward off in the future.
S.u.c.k.i.n.g in a breath, Wyatt glared at Hunter one more time before softening his gaze as he turned his face towards his little one.
”I'm keeping an eye on you, buddy,” he warned. Wyatt wasn't even surprised when Hunter didn't so much as blinked back tears nor trembled in fear to the sternness of his voice. He was about to reprimand the boy one last time just to put Hunter in his rightful place, but Aerith tugged his suit jacket.
”Daaad, Hunter won't make me cry… ever,” Aerith did her best to finish her sentence, hoping she said the right words she had in her head as her hand did the talking for her. She grinned at her father, believing the words she said, but something about the frown on her father's face told her otherwise.