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Chapter 68
Oliver was seated on his couch, still in his pajamas. He had taken Sammy’s instructions to come to work late, even though he
was curious to know the reason. I guess the only way he could find out is by obeying the instruction.
He had a cup of coffee in his hand, he had made it himself since there were no more servants at home, even his breakfast was
ready, he was just being lazy to go and eat. Well these days, he had breakfast before bathing and he didn’t give a fvck if it was
right or wrong. It was his life and he lived it the way he pleased, not minding anyone’s opinion.
He picked up the remote to turn the TV on and just then he heard the doorbell ring. “Fvck!” he muttered. Only God knows where
the hell he learnt that, he used to be just a billionaire playboy, not a thug, mafia lord or gangster. Maybe he had learnt that at the
Casino.
He dropped the remote and the mug on his glass table, and then he stood up and headed to the door. He wondered who it could
be because he was certain it wasn’t Sammy. If it were Sammy, he would not care to knock, he would just walk in like he owns the
place.
“Psychopath,” Oliver muttered as he thought about Sammy.
He held the door handle and suddenly his heart started racing, he paused and remained quiet for a few seconds, trying to make
out a sound from outside but it was silent. Why was he feeling that way? This strange feeling gripped his entire being, it was not
actually strange rather it was nostalgic. He knew he had felt this before in the past but he could not make out what it meant.
His hand was shaking and his heart was racing, it was like he was about to have a panic attack but he was still very agile, he felt
like his leg could not carry him but he was still standing. The doorbell rang once again and he took a deep breath in and let it out.
He turned the door knob slowly and opened the door, the first thing that his eyes met were the wonderful rays of the morning
sun, then it fell on a pale face with long black hair, a hair that had been adorned by the morning breeze.
His jaws dropped at the sight of the damsel before him. Was it who he thought it was or was he daydreaming again? He thought
he had gone past these daydreams, but she was never this beautiful in any of his daydreams, was his mind messing with him?
He rubbed his eyes gently to make sure it was real, that he was seeing clearly. The young lady standing before him could not be
and he remembered when he had stood off from the bed. Well maybe he fell asleep on the couch again, he had to rub his eyes
one more time to confirm.
“Daddy?” he heard a little sweet voice mutter and that’s when his attention went down to the young lady beside Aria; she was the
most beautiful little girl he had ever set his eyes on.
He looked up immediately, “Ar... Aria?” he muttered softly, scared to pronounce it fully.
“Good morning Mr. Stark,” she replied in a solemn voice and that was when he realized that it was all real. She was here, his Ex
wife was here; Arianna Joanna McQueen was standing right in front of him, and she was not alone, he didn’t need a seer to tell
him that this little angel was his daughter Princess Lena.
“Aria, it is you,” he muttered for a second time and walked out of the door completely. He looked at her from head to toe and he
was stunned by her beauty. She was ten times more gorgeous than the last time he had seen her in reality. She was now a full
grown lady, with seductive curves and full body.
She was putting on a pink crop top and leggings, with two piercings each on her ears. Her face bore no makeup but it didn’t look
any less attractive, on her foot were white sneakers that looked adorable on her. She had expensive beads on her neck and
wrist, now this was the hottest Aria he had ever seen in person.
“Alright Lena, you wanted to see your father, well this is him, stay with him and I will come to pick you up later in the day,” she
said bluntly like she did not care about anything and she had no emotions to show.
“Alright mommy,” Princess replied with a smile.
Arianna turned to leave and that was when Oliver found his tongue. “Aria please wait, you are not just going to leave like that,
will you,” he pleaded.
She sighed and turned back to face him, she had a solemn expression on her face, trying hard to stay strong and not get so
excited at seeing him again, even though she really wanted to. I guess her ego was stronger than her desire to jump into his
arms and kiss him.
“Look Oliver, I can’t stay, I need to get back to Rosie, we have some wedding planning to do.” She replied.
“Alright, I understand, but can you at least stay back for Breakfast, I made your favorites,” he said with a smile.
passed, including my favorites,” she said sarcastically, with a face devoid of emotions.
“Oh, well I gave the servants a break, so I am doing the cooking now, please come in you two,” Oliver pleaded and walked out of
the way so that they could go in.
Aria thought about it, she was reluctant about it. She did not really want to talk to him or give him the impression that she had
missed him or that she wanted anything to do with him. This visit was meant to introduce the father and daughter; she had no
interest in taking part in any of it.
“Well, I know I don’t want to be around him but what harm would it cause to have breakfast with him and Lena, it is just breakfast
after all,” she said in thought, trying to convince herself that it was just a regular breakfast with a random person, nothing special.
After considering it with that mindset, Aria sighed and then took Lena’s hand and led her inside. She noticed that a lot of furniture
in the sitting room had changed to modern ones and the arrangements too had changed. It had been seven years since she left
this house but she still remembered exactly what it looked like the day she left.
Without waiting for Oliver to come to the front, she led the way with Lena to the dining room. Well that was not supposed to
change right?
“Wow... Mommy, this house is beautiful,” Lena exclaimed while looking around. Aria pretended like she did not hear that and
kept moving.
Oliver followed them behind; he was still shocked with what was going on. Aria was back in the states and she was right here in
his house with their child. He had his eyes fixed on Lena as they walked, he could not believe that this little angel in this room
was his daughter Lena, she had grown so much.
They walked to the dining and sat down, while Oliver headed to the kitchen. Aria brought out her handkerchief immediately and
wiped her eyes of the liquid escaping them.
“Mommy, are you okay?” Princess asked and she smiled.
“Yes dear, something got into my eyes,” she lied.
“You were right Mom, Daddy is so cute and rich too,” Lena exclaimed.
Aria hushed her and looked around to see if Oliver was close. “That is right, but you should never mention it when he is here,
don’t tell him I said any of that,” she instructed.
“Okay Mommy, I promise I won’t,” Lena replied and smiled.
Few minutes later, Oliver appeared with breakfast in a tray, he served them Vegan food which was Aria’s favorite, even though
she denied it, it was still her favorite.
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