Chapter 265 - Two Hundred And Sixty-five: Headrub (2/2)

”You look sick, do I need to get you medicine?” She gestured and all.

”A painkiller would do the magic, thank you,” I told her.

”I think I have one upstairs, I'll get it,” she said and zoomed off before I could even say thank you.

With her gone, I closed my eyes and rested. This wasn't the first time I had this mind of migraine. Each time I remember a piece of my life as Maya, it gives me a headache.

But today's own was so strong and overwhelming that I felt like crying. It was as if a hammer was pounding down on my head and I was so grateful that Niklaus was not around. I prepared myself for nothing or so I thought because fate always found ways of messing with me.

”Isabella, where did you say you dropped my....” someone's voice descended the stairs and only stopped when his sight rested on me.

Niklaus. I didn't need to guess that twice.

I unlidded my eyes, staring straight at fiery amber ones, he looked like he could use me for dinner right now.

For a minute, none of us talked nor moved, just stared at each other with emotion till Isabella broke the moment.

”Here's the painkillers - oh, Dad?” She looked genuinely surprised by his appearance. It was impossible to think that this performance was planned.

”Why's Reina here and why does she need painkillers?” Niklaus seemed ignorant of my coming. Was it all planned by Isabella?

”Oh, about that...”She scratched the back of her head, ”I need Reina to design a masterpiece for me, so she came over to check the details with me. She just didn't premeditate she would get sick,”

”I'm not sick, it's just a slight headache,” I corrected her. I don't need anybody looking at me like I'm some fragile, Chinese ware. Most especially, that look shouldn't come from him Niklaus, he's a great womanizer and actor.

”Headache shouldn't be taken lightly,” He said with a look of disapproval, ”Some people die from so claimed simple headaches,” Niklaus pointed out.

I looked away with a murmur, who was he to give me lectures?

”Here,” Isabella handed the tablets to me alongside a glass of water which I used to push the medicine down my throat and laid back again.

”Just so you know, I have a method to help with the headache,” Niklaus offered, already going to the back of the couch and tried to touch my hair but I grabbed his hand tight.

Does he think I'm stupid? How could I not know Niklaus wants some strands of my hair for testing.

”What are you doing?” I asked him fiercely.

Niklaus scrunched up his face, ”Why are you so jumpy and untrusting? I just want to give you a good head rub, what's so bad in it?”

”H-head rub?” I narrowed my eyes at him in both confusion and suspicion.

”Yes, a head massage,” He explained, freed his hands from my grasp, and began to massage my scalp in a way that felt good.