Free Web NovelChapter 92: His Broken Skyla
Zyair returned to Huria’s home after changing his clothes and having dinner with his mother. She was very worried but he assured her that Skyla was safe and he just needed to appoint a few guards outside Huria’s house for safety purposes.
He called his special bodyguards and told them what they needed to do.
Lawrence had said he would meet him there and Huria had no problem with Zyair coming over. In all it’s worth she felt safer and knew Skyla had the same feelings.
Zyair reached the house and saw Lawrence arriving with his bodyguards. They conversed for a while as Zyair explained what they needed to do.
Lawrence then rang her doorbell and Huria who had fallen asleep alongside Skyla stumbled out of bed and wore her shoes before rushing to the door. She hadn’t slept a wink last night and was able to catch a few hours.
She checked through the door viewer and was relieved to find it was Zyair and Lawrence. Huria threw open the door for them and they entered with a greeting.
"How is Miss Skyla?" Lawrence inquired in all anxiousness as he stepped inside.
"Well she is bruised mentally and physically it will take a while for her to recover. But she ate a bit of rice, took her medicine and is sleeping right now," she explained as they moved to her foyer. Zyair filled it with his sulking presence as his desperate eyes darted to the door where Skyla was.
"Can I see her?" He abruptly asked, unable to hold himself back. His impatience reflected in his voice.
"Of course, I will make some tea for you guys. Lawrence, can you lend me a hand." She gestured with her eyes towards the kitchen and he nodded without any reluctance.
Zyair walked impatiently and paused just outside her door, preparing himself for the sight. He then slowly opened the door and entered her room with a heavy heart. His pulse was racing like a madman.
She was sleeping peacefully, her mind drugged by painkillers so she could rest and not be tormented by whatever happened to her.
Zyair picked up a chair and placed it right beside her before settling in it, focusing all his attention on this girl, who never ceased to amaze him with her spirit and big heart.
But what was it that she was hiding?
He quietly stared at her face, his own revealing a thousand emotions.
Hurt, pain, anger, resentment.
The ugly bruise on her cheek, was it from falling or did someone hit her?
His gaze shifted to her right hand which rested on the corner of the bed and he slowly reached out for it with his larger one. Gently taking it in his hold. His rough skin against her smooth one and then his eyes landed on the burn mark, placed right in the middle of her backhand.
Zyair could swear it wasn’t there yesterday when she left the office. He always watched her beautiful hands and knew there was only one scar that was on her left hand below her wedding ring. This was new and fresh.
His eyes darkened like stormy clouds and lightning of his rage flashed through them. This was a cigarette burn and he knew only one person who would have given this to her.
His thumb slowly brushed over it as his anger exploded and he tried to control the murderous urges that were stemming inside of him.
"What happened to you Skyla?" he murmured, hoping she would wake up and tell him the truth. His other hand caressed her bruised cheek as he struggled to control his emotions which were on the verge of choking him.
His heart, the very cold and dead heart which beats for none was in shambles, the pain so intense that he wished to rip it out of his chest.
He clasped her burnt hand in both of his and firstly placed his covered lips on the ugly scar in an attempt to take away whatever pain might still linger.
Shifting his face he then rested his forehead on the burnt mark. Staying in that position he didn’t move a muscle, looking for any solace, any slither of peace that he could find. But today there was none, he was hurting with her, too deeply. freewebnovel.cσ๓
The door had been left slightly ajar and Huria had decided to bring him tea. She was about to enter when she saw him from the small crack and what met her eyes made her almost drop the cup.
He wasn’t wearing gloves today and his hands held Skyla’s right one while his forehead was pressed into its back. There was nothing lewd about his gesture but sentimental, broken and hurting.
"Skyla!" he slowly murmured with such raw affection that Huria felt it in her bones. She retraced her steps and returned to the kitchen. Her hands shook as she placed the cup on the kitchen counter. Lawrence gave her a curious look as he poured his tea.
"What’s wrong big sista?"
"Umm, nothing," she lied, unable to meet his gaze.
"Then why do you look as if you have seen a ghost?" he raised a brow and she began to anxiously pace the kitchen. Her fingers picked at her lower lip, a habit she had whenever she got stressed.
So Lawrence took a wild guess.
"Was he holding Miss Skyla’s hand and staring at her as if she meant the world to him?"
His words froze Huria in her spot, as her mouth hung open and brows furrowed.
"Y–yes, how do you know? What do you know, Lawrence? Are they two in a...." she couldn’t say the next words. She knew Skyla, her friend would never go down that road. freeweɓnøvel.com
"No, no," Lawrence frantically shook his hands in front of her, trying to clear any suspicion that had risen in Huria’s mind.
"I don’t know what it is. But she is the only woman he touches or lets her be in his proximity. Not in a bad way but there is something in the way he looks at Miss Skyla. Which screams he cares for her too deeply. And I have seen him defend her and lose his mind over her. I certainly don’t know what he feels as he is a puzzle none of us can solve."
Lawrence had been dying to confide in someone and he was glad that Huria had glimpsed that part of his side too.
"Does Skyla know?" She asked in bewilderment, unable to wrap her head around what she had just observed.
"I don’t think so. It was during that night after the event when both of you ladies got heavily drunk and we dropped you off. He let her rest on his shoulder and just stared at her face as if he couldn’t get enough of her. When I asked him about it he refused to acknowledge." Lawrence informed her in a very hushed voice so Zyair won’t hear or get disturbed.
"All I know for certain is, that’s not lust I saw in his eyes but something beyond my or your reasoning."
Lawrence concluded, leaving Huria confused, more than ever.
