His words echoed in my mind for a whole minute, the reality setting in very slowly.
The car accident was planned.
It was planned.
Someone wanted to kill us, or at least hurt us, once again.
Maxwell saw my face frozen in shock, his fingers softly running over my cheeks in a gentle gaze. He called out my name—not once, not twice, maybe even more than three times. But all that calling out didn't help the almost-attack I was going to have soon.
"Delilah," His hands were shaking my shoulders, trying to get my focus back. That finally snapped me out of my state. I looked back at him, and his eyes were looking so worried.
"Forget about it, baby; we don't have to talk about it. I'll handle it." He said it softly, his hands gently rubbing my arms and shoulders in a comforting touch.
"No. Let's talk about it. I need to know what happened, Maxwell." I compose myself and try to look at him seriously and not fucking melt down seeing the soft look in his eyes.
"Are you sure, baby?" He questions me, worry lingering on his face. My heart melts then and there.
"I am 100 percent sure, my love." My answer was slow. hesitant. It would be obvious to him that I was indeed not 100 percent sure. But my sweetheart of a husband chose not to comment on it, and he started speaking.
"The first thing that I found very odd was that the driver was driving very normally; neither was he sleepy nor was he drunk in any sense. The second thing was that the truck was already on the road and driving at a normal speed, while our driver suddenly started speeding all of a sudden, and he knowingly turned the car towards the truck and crashed away into the tree at the very last moment." He starts explaining all of this while I just nod, holding his hand in mine.
"The third and final thing that made my suspicion confirm was that, after the police were called and the case was getting filed, all of a sudden the driver had disappeared, and all of his belongings and car parked with the police. At that time, I was more worried about getting you to the hospital, so I didn't question anything, but I have noted down the car number, and I will tell my assistant to look into this immediately." He finished off the story, his hand squeezing mine as he waited for my reaction to his words.
"I...." I didn't have any words to say after he explained that someone had tried to hurt us, or warn us in some way or the other.
"But why would someone...scare us? That's what they planned, right? None of us were hurt, not that much anyway. And that's what they wanted. They wanted to scare us." My tone sounded confused and slightly angry at the same time.
"Atta girl. My fucking smartass." His grin was wide and proud as he looked at me. And my heart couldn't stop but burst out of my chest at that praise of words that left his lips in an instance. Fuck this man.
"Shut up, Maxwell, focus on the situation." I tried to come off as stern, but the reddening of my cheeks didn't help the situation, not at all.
"It's okay, baby, I'll figure it out soon. You do me a favor and get your pretty little ass over here." He gestured for me to come closer, as if I wasn't close enough.
I rolled my eyes and got into his hold, his arms tightening around me as he laid both of us down on his bed and buried his face in my neck.
"Sleep well, baby girl."
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The time had flown by quickly since we were discharged from the hospital and had been spending our vacation in Mumbai. We had gone out to shop for traditional Indian outfits for Noor and Grayson's wedding, and it had been a difficult task to choose from the countless options available, especially since there were multiple ceremonies and functions we needed to attend.
We had also visited a jewelry store, and our trip there lasted an incredible six hours, The budget we had set for ourselves was something we now preferred not to think about.
Currently, Maxwell was doing some long due phone calls with his assistant and I was lying down next to him, scrolling on my phone. Yes we ended up sharing the same bed since we came back from the hospital. And he hasn't stopped cuddling every fucking night, just like how we used to cuddle whenever he sneaked up my window at nights.
But I wasn't complaining. It was comforting to have him next to me, and I couldn't deny that I had missed his touch.
Suddenly his phone started ringing, and I was confused, as he was already on one call. He looked down at the contact and then quickly told his assistant that he would call him in a while again.
"Who is it?" I asked, curious to know who would interrupt his call with his assistant. I hope I wasn't being too nosy.
"It's mom," He answered the call in an instant, his voice was soft as he greeted his mother.
"What's wrong, mama? Why do you sound so angry?" He questioned her as I could hear his mother talking in a frustrated tone. Maxwell looked down at me and then put his phone on speaker. And the words I heard were enough to shake me to my core.
"Come back here. Your asshole of a father is dying."
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hii my loves!! hope everyone is doing well.
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