Chapter 183 - One Hundred And Eighty-three: Never Forget Me (1/2)

Niklaus' point of view

Guilt gnawed at my heart, this was all caused by my daughter because I didn't give her a proper upbringing or so I thought until I heard Maya's next comment.

”I was dead anxious over someone's child yet my own mother has never worried over me” Tears burst out of her eyes.

”Does she even have a heart?” She cried.

I was stunned, I thought she was crying because of the stress and apprehension Isabella put her through this evening, who knew she had another thought in mind. But again, there was no denying that Isabella was the one who triggered this reaction in her.

”It's okay” I tried to assuage the sorrows of this broken woman by bringing her close to my chest, running my hands through her hair soothingly.

”It is not okay” she objected, ” If I could care for Isabella to this extent, how much more her daughter? What did I do so wrong?” Maya sobbed aloud and clung to me, pulling me as close as she could.

”You didn't do anything wrong ” I murmured, rubbing her back. But it seems the more I talked, the more she cried, so I kept my mouth shut.

With her hand, Maya fisted my white crisp shirt, snot mixed with saliva, drooled down their respective organs, and dripped onto my clothes.

This was the first time I was caught in this kind of emotional blackmail- as I would call it then - and would have hightailed it out of here if it was the old me. Surprisingly, I found myself embracing her further, her head resting on my shoulder as she cried her heart out.

Women were crafty creatures and ninety- percent of their tears were deathtrap designed to lure their unsuspecting victim aka the men, into their sharp claws.

Which was why I evaded the cry babies during the years of my lustful indulgence. Sadly, I still ended up with a crier.

But I didn't feel revolted since I knew this one wasn't manipulative tears meant to seduce me - in fact, I'm having the urge to seduce her instead; quite unfortunate that I can't cry.

Maya cried till her tears duct could no longer produce the salty transparent liquid anymore and she fell asleep on my shoulder.

”Hey” I tapped her but she didn't react at all which made me really uncomfortable.

Maya was snuggled close to me, her nose repeatedly fanning hot air upon my neck which made the hair on my body stand on edge.

God, she was doing funny things to my body unconsciously. Fine, Nik close your eyes and let this pass.

With Maya clinging unto me, I lifted her in my arms and headed down to her apartment. Recalling she was still injured, I handled her with absolute care, afraid to worsen her condition.

Everyone had left when I got into her flat, including my daughter- Lucas must have taken her home. Maya's place was a huge mess thanks to the recovery party or whatever she organized, plus the search.

Fortunately, her room was a bit habitable for human beings instead of monkeys, so I laid her down on the bed gently.

Other than her red and puffy eyes, she looked so peaceful and beautiful in her sleep. Once I was done adjusting her head, I sighed and got to my feet.

I needed to leave, the last time I spent the night with her, Gerald attacked her the next day. Who knows what would happen this time? Sakuzi might make true of his threat; I was not to be seen with her.

But that determination to leave her place faded the moment I walked into her living room that looked like it was ravaged like a storm.

Wasn't Maya injured? How was she going to manage to clean up this mess all by herself?  I contemplated calling a cleaning crew but that stubborn ass might refuse my help and send them back.

Seriously, women were a huge problem for humanity.

I ended up rolling up the sleeve of my white shirt and began to clean up the whole place. I first began by picking up the wastes- disposable paper cups and snack wrappers- and dumped them in her bin.

But in the process of clearing the leftover juices, one spilled and stained my shirt.

”Shit” I cursed out loud, I hated dirtiness.

I pulled off the shirt and dumped it in her washing machine, hoping to do that one later.

I cleaned the table surface, vacuumed the whole place before proceeding to the kitchen where I washed and arranged the dishes, cleaned the counter, and a lot more.

Sticky with sweat by the time I was done, I took a quick shower in her bathroom and came out smelling like her.

Common sense told me I should leave her room but my desires overwhelmed me, so I squatted down beside her bed and took in her sleeping form.

Her chest fell up and down with regular, repetitive moves, the tautness in her face gone and the muscles relaxed.

I brushed away a strand from her face but didn't expect her eyes would snap open at that moment.

I froze and gulped as our eyes met, we just kept staring at each other.