Chapter 160 - One Hundred And Sixty: Stop Loving Me (1/2)
Niklaus' point of view
”Christ Jesus!” Isabella screamed, her hand on her chest as soon as she came out of the bathroom and saw me on her bed.
”You're done, ” I asked, seeing her flushed skin and wet hair wrapped with a towel, evidence of the hot shower.
Her face was furious, she pointed at the door, ”Didn't you see the sign on my door and I quote,'No entry unless summoned, forceful entrance results to dreadful consequences' I bet you you're not blind”
Of course, how could I forget that one?
After the thorough search I ordered last time, my smart daughter found a way to make her room aka fortress impenetrable.
Turning the doorknob to her room, I knew the number of booby traps I had to evade on my way in.
Not to talk of the pins that stabbed me on my butt when I sat on her bed- I was afraid of using the chair since I had an ugly experience with it, thanks to my daughter.
Almost going berserk with anger, I had to calm and remind myself this was what all single father's passed through in the hands of their kid - who was I kidding, this only happens to me.
I wondered how Isabella was able to sleep in here, wasn't she afraid of triggering the traps herself?
Save for the required space and lack of state of an art training facility, one would have thought Isabella's room was a military training facility.
”I summoned myself, how's that for a change?”
”Whatever” She waved aside, walked to the door, picked the trap I had disabled, and tossed it to the side with no care.
”What do you want?” She asked, at last, hands seriously folded across the chest.
”Can't I see my daughter? Know how she's doing? Find how she's coping after that incident?” I threw at her but her face was impassive.
”Congratulations, you have a strong daughter who's fine yet tired of being cooped up in the house, I want to see Maya” she demanded.
”You would see Maya but not now, I have to ensure it's safe for you out there ” came my explanation which probably fell on deaf ears.
”I'm going to be fine, the man who shot at us is already dead ” Isabella pointed out.
”And the man who rescued you, how sure he's not going to be the one shooting at you next and please, do something about your hair before you catch a cold”
I noticed the water sipping through the towel and dripping on her shoulder, wetting the shirt she was putting on.
I added,” You know what? Come let me dry your hair”
Looking around carefully for any sort of trap, I unhooked the dryer hung on the wall and turned around to receive dirty looks from my daughter.
”What?” I asked her, surprised at her odd stare.
”Did you say something?”
”I said, come over here so I could blow-dry your hair ” I repeated.
”Creepy” She commented, ”No but thanks. I can do it on my own, go show your love to someone else”
Great, only my daughter would think helping her with her hair was creepy. Sigh, Niklaus, see what you've done to yourself.
”I won't repeat myself, Isabella, come over here” I insisted.
”No, I won't. Go away, go show your romantic gesture to another person” She protested.
I stood from my bed and she cowered with a shriek, ”Leave me alone! Is loving me by force?!”
”Yes, it is. I must love you as a father” With that said, I dived straight and grabbed her by her tiny waist as she tried to escape.
Isabella squirmed and screamed like one being kidnapped when I hurled her off her feet - she didn't even weigh much, felt like lifting a polythene bag.
With her thrown over my shoulder, I dumped Isabella on the bed but when I moved to plug the blower, she tried to escape.
”Lift a muscle and I'll move your bed into my room, we'd co-ed” I warned her.
”Like grandfather would allow it,” she scoffed.
”Try me ” I dared her
After an intense staredown, Isabella took her eyes away with a defeated sigh.
”Do whatever benefits you,”
With the socket plugged in the socket at her bedside, Isabella turned her back to me while I kneeled behind, and unloosened the towel from her head.
But the first air that was blown into her hair had Isabella screaming like a banshee.
”Ahh! Do you want to set my hair on fire, don't you know how to adjust the temperature? You want me to go bald at this age, is that your new plan?!” She beset me with questions.
Oh, that skipped my mind. Mine was always at the right temperature hence the forgetfulness.
”Sorry” I apologized.
Perhaps, it was on purpose or not, I couldn't tell, but Isabella was incredibly hard to please or maybe it was just my poor saloon skills - but Maya made it look so easy.
”Hey, not there! Do you want to damage my ear?!”