Damian demeanour quickly changes. Hearing that voice makes him grit his teeth. Not knowing why but they know these people just bring harm to Melody. Not him but her. Why does he care anyway?
“What do you want?” he questioned firmly.
“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you right now, Mr. Angelo. Are you in sort of meeting?” Frank asks. His finger tapped on his desk.
“Just say what you want,” Damian says in an impatient tone.
Frank chuckles on the other line, “I’m sorry, Mr. Angelo. I just want to talk with my daughter-”
“You mean step-daughter,” he pressed the words.
“Pardon?”
“Melody is your stepdaughter. I’m correcting you,” Damian says deadpan.
Frank paused for a moment. Somehow, he was taken aback by his words. Damian is not the kind of person who cares about that stuff. Or any people.
“I’m sorry, sir. Yes, my step-daughter. If you don’t mind, can I talk to her?” Frank requested.
“No,”
His straight answers make Frank starts to get pissed. He takes a deep breath, not wanting to burst out just like that.
Frank sighs deeply, “Mr. Angelo, I know why you didn’t let me talk with Melody. It must be because of my daughter, Teresa, right? I heard she caused a scene with Melody yesterday,”
“Even if she didn’t cause any scene, I still wouldn’t let you talk with her,” Damian chuckles lowly.
“Come on, Mr. Angelo. It’s not like Teresa did something that could harm her,” he confronted him again.
When he heard Frank say that, he felt like something fueled his anger. Does nothing harm her? The bruise on her wrist appeared in his mind. Frank says that just like his daughter is all angel.
“Not… harm her, you said?” Damian said through his gritted teeth. “Frank, you should be grateful. Why? Because my bullet is not in your daughter’s forehead.”
By that, he hangs up. Damian put away his phone and closed his eyes to calm himself down. Victor, who watches him, just keeps silent, knowing his friend is in a bad mood right now.
“Vic, is your report really important for me to know?” he questioned, not having the mood to discuss it.
“Not really. You could read the report by yourself. I made it in the file so that it is easy for you to analyse it,” Victor put down the file on his desk.
Damian slightly nods, “If that is so, I will read it and contact you if I need something. For now, can you call Melody to come in here?”
“Sure,” he bowed his head before getting up and leaving the study room.
Melody is lying on the couch upside down, watching a movie. Her hand is holding a biscuit. Victor, who is watching, just rolls his eyes. This woman enjoying her life. Sometimes, he wonders what is in this woman’s mind.
She doesn’t even try to escape or show fear in her eyes whenever she is with Damian. Victor shakes his head slightly and leans on the doorway.
“That looks comfortable for you,” he voice out.
“It is,” Melody replied. Her gaze was unwavering on the television.
“Damian needs you. He’s in his study room right now,” Victor informs.
“I have to see the ending first,” she whines not moving a budge.
Victor sighs deeply. He walks towards her and grabs her ankle. Before she could say anything, he dragged her off the couch by holding her ankle.
“Wait! Victor! What are you doing!!??” Melody yelps.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he keeps dragging her. Melody looks at the television and whines, “Nooooo!!! I miss the ending!!”
“Stop being dramatic. It’s not like you can’t rewind that movie,” he rolls his eyes.
He dragged her up to the stairs.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Victor! Let me get up! It’s hurt!!” Melody whines in pain as she feels bumps on the stairs.
Damian read the report while waiting for Melody’s presence. His gaze might be kept on the paperwork, but his mind is somewhere else. The thought of letting Melody meet Frank makes him clenching the file.
The question is, why does he care? Why does it affect him so much? It’s not like it was his business anyway.
“Huh…” he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Suddenly, the door opens. Damian lifts his gaze and arches his eyebrows to see Victor dragging Melody on the floor, holding her ankle.
“I will go now,” Victor lets her ankle go and leaves the room. The door shut closed.
Melody got up and patted herself from the dust. She grumbles as she glares at the door. “Geez, how dare he drag me to the way up here,”
“I can guess that you didn’t want to come; that’s why he dragged you,” Damian leans on the chair.
“I just need to see the ending of that movie!” she grunts.
“Stop being dramatic. It’s not like you can’t rewind it,” Damian rolls his eyes.
Melody gasps and puts her hands on his desk, “Gosh! You guys have the same brain cells!!”
Damian sighs. His gaze fell on her bruised wrist. His jaw clenched.
“Grab a chair and sit beside me,” he rummage through his drawer.
“What?”
“I wouldn’t say twice,” Damian scowls.
Melody grumbles under her breath, complaining how grumpy he could be. She grabs the chair and pushes it to be beside his. She sits down and turns towards him only to see he still rummage through his drawer.
“What are you trying to look for?” she frowns.
“First aid,” Damian answers.
First aid? Is he injured or something?
Damian finally found the first aid. He pulled it out and put it on the desk. He opens the first aid and grabs some medicine.
“Did you hurt yourself, sir?” Melody tilted her head.
“No.”
She frowns, “Then? Why?”
He grabs her wrist causing her to wince in pain, “This is why,”
Melody forgot about her bruised wrist. She was too busy with her thoughts that she had forgotten Teresa left some bruises on her. But why did Damian treat her? Did he notice it all this long? He got an sharp eyes.
“You should have told me. I can treat it by myself,” Melody speaks out.
“You should have noticed it first before me,” Damian says nonchalantly.
She sighs deeply. Her gazes fixed on his actions. Surprisingly, his touch is gentle and soft. The way he applied some lotion on it and spread it around her bruise was so gentle.
This is a new side of him that is hard for Melody to see. He grabbed the bandage and slowly wrapped it around her wrist.
“You should become a doctor,” Melody teased him.
“Why?” he questioned.
“Because you do have a soft side in you~~” she grins.
Damian pulled the bandage and tightened it, causing her to yelp in pain mixed with shock. She whines and glares at him.
“What was that for!?”
“To shut your mouth,” he says with his stoic expression.
Melody let out a huff and stayed still. She slowly lifted her gaze and found that Damian was so close to her. The scents of his hair fill her nose. Not only that but his hair looks so soft.
Her hands are itchy to ruffle it. The urge to touch it gets stronger. She felt like she was a pervert right now.
Without thinking twice, she gently touched his hair. Damian, on the other hand, freezes. This is the first time he got touched on his hair. Melody stroked it gently, full of affection, without being aware of what she had done.
Suddenly, Damian snaps out of his thoughts. He grabs her hand and pulls it down. Melody blinks her eyes.
“Who told you to touch me?” he glares at her.
“Your hair looks soft. Can you tell me what shampoo you use?” Melody beams.
Damian stares at her. Then, he sighs and finishes wrapping the bandage. He pulls away from her and turns towards his paperwork.
“I will ask the maid to buy the same shampoo as me for you,” he speaks.
“Yes! You are the best!” Melody giggled and ran out of the study room.
Without being aware of it, Damian’s smile tugged on his lips a little bit.