The Devil's Secretary

Chapter 76: Dexter? Or shall I call you Daisy?

"Diana is unaware of your condition. But I had to tell Maxim briefly when I asked him to contact Ivy.’’

Daisy snapped out of her daze when Ryle started speaking. She nodded, ’’It’s better. She is pregnant,’’ she paused for a moment before asking, ’’When are they coming back?"

’’They have a change in plans so they will be staying over with the Qins before coming back.’’

Daisy contemplated about it. The Qins cherished Maxim and not only that, since the old master Qin was a friend of their late paternal grandfather, he was also fond of Diana. Maxim’s mother and father had some history.

When they met for the first time, they were with different people but they got married after all these years. Regardless of anything, Maxim’s mother was also close to both her and Diana. So, with Diana staying there with the Qins, Daisy felt rather assured than how she would have felt if they stayed at the Chen Manor. freewebnσvel.cѳm

And the thought itself was so ironical that somehow home, which people considered to be their safe haven, did not feel safe to them.

The room sunk in silence.

After a few minutes passed, Daisy realized that she had been lost in her thoughts and almost forgotten Ryle’s presence. freёwebnovel.com

She glanced at the man who was awfully quiet, ’’I...’’

’’You were on medications,’’ Ryle checked the time on his watch, ’’The doctor said you will be able to eat solids at least 6 hours after you wake up.’’

’’I am not hungry either,’’ Daisy found the randomness of the topic rather strange but she still responded honestly. Her taste buds seemed to be dead and even water had tasted weird when she had it after waking up so eating was the last thing on her mind.

Ryle nodded, his expressions detached, and she found it unfamiliar, different from how the man had seemed with her and Angel in Shanghai.

As if the change of locations had changed the equation, and familiarity that they had grown. Or maybe that was just an illusion, something that she had cooked in her head after being disappointed and shocked by all the other events that were transpiring around her. She was unsure.

Ryle pushed himself to his feet and turned to leave, ’’Take rest. I am right outside if you need anything.’’

Daisy pursed her lips. Her fingers curled on the arm of the couch as she looked the other, hearing the sound of the retreating footsteps.

’Click’

The moment the door opened, she felt herself looking his way again. And before her mind could process it, her lips moved, ’’Did something happen while I was unconscious?" her voice was low, and hoarse as she asked.

Ryle’s hand paused on the doorknob as he stood there in silence.

One moment passed.

Two.

Three.

Before he let his hand slip.

’Click’

The door closed again as he turned around to look at her, ’’You tell me. Has something happened while you were unconscious... or before?"

The depth in his gaze told her that there something that she was forgetting, something right in front of her eyes that she was unable to put her finger on.

He seemed fine the last time she remembered him on the boat. What would make him act so strange?

Why would he...?

Daisy’s eyes widened. And in that moment of realization when their eyes met, Daisy turned her face to the side, looking away from him.

"Look at me,’’ his eyes darkened as he stepped towards her.

With every step he took towards her, Daisy took a step back until her back hit the glass wall. The curtains swayed in the night wind, the glow of the pale moonlight illuminating the dark room.

As their eyes met briefly again, she could see the danger lurking in those hazel eyes. She averted her gaze.

Ryle raised his hand and pushed it inside his suit jacket before he pulled something out of it.

When Daisy saw the thing that held in his grasp, her lips parted.

But the man did not stop there. He fisted her long hair, wrapping it around his palm very patiently and slowly rolling it in a bun before he looked at the wig in his other. He placed wig of ash blonde hair on her head, carefully tucking her hair from all sides till her long dark hair completely disappeared from the view.

Even with the wig on, she still seemed to be Daisy. Those features were still feminine. She was still doe-eyed, the colour of those eyes were dark, almost like that of an onyx.

As he did the masculine makeover in his mind, replaced those dark eyes with green, almost the colour of emerald, merged the heights, body statures and hair, the cold aura, the images in his head seemed like a reflection of each other. They seemed to be one person.

Ryle smiled, in a form of self-mockery that creeped in him at the realization of how obvious it was. How apparent it was.

Yet, he refused to see the truth because of the amount of faith he had in the man who worked for him.

He refused to see the truth because of how brutally honest the woman who he had just met thrice till a few days ago seemed to be.

He pinched her chin and turned her face towards him, ’’Dexter?" his fingers grazed up to her wig, ’’Or shall I call you Daisy now? Daisy Chen?" he leaned closer to her, whispering next to her lips.

Her lips parted but before she could utter a single word, her wig was tugged off. Her long dark hair came cascading down, rendering all his questions useless, answering all his unanswered questions.

’’Tell me Daisy, or there are more ways I can make you speak,’’ his hand reached inside her shirt, his long fingers grazed on the expanse of her delicate, bare skin, ’’You believe me, right?" he whispered.

Daisy shivered, partly in pleasure and partly in denial of that pleasure that she felt.