The Billionaire's Divorcé

Chapter 23

After the cops arrived and had the guy apprehended, they asked Daisy a few questions before taking the thief away.

She sat in her living room now fully dressed up, wondering who could have done that to her. She can't recall making any enemies but mentions ones that would want to harm her.

"Hey," Ethan strutted to her, and she jumped away, turning to meet his gaze.

"Hey," She mouthed, thankful that he was here to save her today. Only God knows what that man came for but now, she was very scared.

"I'm sorry about that," She looked at him, and smiled as he rocked on his feet, his hands in his pants pocket which were molded to his skin. She looked away, ridding her mind of such mundane thoughts when he was only concerned about her.

"It wasn't your fault," She shrugged and stood from the couch, walking towards the bar. She didn't call Amanda because she knows if she does, she would have to leave her house and rush down here at once thereby obstructing her evening with her girl. Daisy didn't want that.

"I should have been here to protect you," He insisted.

"You did that..." She mouthed sincerely. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't around to call the cops. I don't even know how he got in here," She looked around. "It's impossible for anyone to get in here unless someone aids them."

"I thought so too..." He forged, striding after her.

"I think it's one of the maids... I will have to fire all of them. I can't work with betrayers!" She reached the bar and sat down on the stool. Her son has been sent to bed on time and Ella was curled on his feet in his room. They both had a rough evening and deserve the rest.

"I don't think you should take that, Daisy." When she fired him with a dark eye, he lifted his hands, "maybe a little, if you want." He corrected.

She ignored him and poured a wholesome amount into her glass. This thing was used to be her only comforter and no one, absolutely no one would tell her otherwise. She brought another glass and dropped in front of him if he wanted to indulge.

Seeing that she wasn't going to adhere to his admonition, he drew the second stool closer and sat on it, taking up the unpacked invitation. Silently they drank from their glasses, none knowing what was going on in the head of the other. Sometimes, the best remedy to despair is silence.

When Ethan checked his phone, it was getting late, and he should get going. He didn't want her to think he was trespassing by wanting to stay maybe till tomorrow when she was safe by herself so, he dropped his glass and jumped down.

"I have to start going," He said slowly, "will you be okay?"

Daisy sharply looked at him. It's not like she wanted him to stay, but she was still shaken from what just took place and knew there was a slim chance of her getting any sleep tonight, so she looked at him imploringly. "Why are you leaving? I mean, you can if you want but I was thinking..." She paused, her lips quivering. She didn't know what she was doing..

"Yes, I will stay if you want me to," Ethan quickly chipped in, before she changed her mind.

"Okay," She mouthed, "thanks."

He nodded.

She looked around, realizing they should probably have their dinner since it's already late. "Let's head to the dining room. I think they have served the food by now," She pointed in that direction.

He made way for her as she jumped down from the stool and they began making their way out of the room. Entering the room, the scintillating scent of macaroni and goat sauce went through Daisy's nostril, informing her of how hungry the event of this night had made her.