Chapter 7
Dalones was clearly on a mission
Adam’s Adam’s apple switched as he gripped his phone, his knuckles white from the strain
On the other end of the line, a voice kept going. “Mr. Walcon, if Alison ends up losing her legs, her dreams of dancing will be totally fucked. She’s been shugging it out in the shadows to rise as an internationally recognized dancer, all to keep you from getting shit for dating someone from her kind of background. Now, she’s all messed up, covered in injuries, and has to haul herself to physical therapy every damn week.”
Pressing his
lips tightly together, Adam rose from the bed. “Just make sure she has taken care of,” he said, turning to leave.
Dolores didn’t bother to try and stop him, fully aware that it would be utterly pointless and just make her look pathetic. She wasn’t really after winning Adam back, simply making Alison miserable was a sweet enough revenge for her.
Adam dressed and left the room, not bothering to exchange a single word with Dolores.
In the deep quiet of the night, under the faint glow of emergency lighting, Adam was changing his shoes at the entryway when the crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly blazed alive.
Yara appeared at the kitchen doorway, remote in hand, and snapped, “Where the hell do you think you’re going at this hour?” Adam scowled. “Mom, why aren’t you asleep?
“I’m asking you where are you sneaking off to, leaving Dolores all by herself in th
the middle of the night?”
Adam hesitated, then said flatly. “I lost it earlier and hurt her. I’m off to get some meds
Yara immediately understood the subtest in his words, secretly thrilled that the philter she’d prepared was doing its magic.
Her face warmed up, but her tone was still scolding. “What are you, a goddamn teenager? Don’t you know how to handle things gently? Go on, grab
the meds. And take Dolores with you. Hell, if it’s bad, you might as well hit up the hospital. You don’t want an infection on your hands”
Adam sighed, reluctantly called Dolores at Yara’s insistent look, and told her to hurry down.
Rattled by the urgency in his voice, Dolores threw on her clothes and dashed downstairs, only to find Adam and Yara standing off. His tone was icy. “You’re sick. Just come w with me to get medicine;
Adam’s scapegoat.
Dolores was perplexed, thinking. When the hell did I get sick?” A quick glance at Yara and she realized she was nothing but A She shot Adam a scathing look and cursed under her breath, Assholer
Yara, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents, beamed at her and noticed Dolores’s tight jeans. “Change your wounds heal, especially in this heat. You’ll end up with an infection”
something loose. Tight jeans
is won’t help
Dolores was even more balled “Mom, what are you…” Her question hung unfinished as Adam yanked her flush against his sturdy chest, his arm slipping naturally around her waist
We’re out of here. Hit the sack early, okay?” He told Yara.
Yara glared at Alam, clearly annoyed. “Dolores is all banged up, Ed have called her instead of your
you can’t handle her with a little tenderness? If we had a damn doctor around,
Adam simply responded with a detached “Fine,” while Dolores, still in his arms, seemed to forget to resist, letting him lead her away. “Wait, Yara blurted out. you. If it works, it’s yours Have the maid toss it in your soup every night.”
cat, remembering something crucial. She dashed to the kitchen and returned clutching a packet of medicine. “Take this with
sliglatly. “Hetter keep it for Dad”
Yara bluntly stated, “Your dad doesn’t ured it?
t, “What’s the deal? He’s to strong to need any boosting, or s
or so weak no boost can help! Am I
I supposed to be
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Sering Adam wouldn’t take it, Yara quickly pressed the medicine into Dolores hands. “Go on, don’t just stand there buying meds: Get your ass to the hospital
I tell Yara?”
Once they left the Walcott mansion and were alone in the car, Dolores found a moment to ask. “What exactly did you t
Adam, wanting to drop the subject, glanced at the medicine still in her hand, his smirk tinged with sarcasm. “Oh, so you’re really planning on taking this crap home to drug me up every night“”
Dolores, caught off guard, quickly tossed the medicine to the back seat, retorting sharply, “Looks like Yara really nailed it with you, huh? Got your Tittle problem all figured out and even prepped the meds.
“Little problem” Adam repeated, his voice tinged with mockery as he navigated the road. He glanced at her. “Then explain how our first time landed you in the ER needing stitches and knocked out for days?”
Dolores stared back at him, pity flickering in her eyes. “Ever thought that maybe I needed stitches not because you’re some kind of stud, but because you suck at it Seen any other women rush to get stitched up after their first time! Such a rare gem, you, never took a moment to reflect“”
At her words, Adam’s face darkened, his annoyance and storminess almost overflowing. He slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt. The atmosphere inside instantly froze.
