Classic Novel
Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Fiona’s POV
Fiona retired to bed for the night, and it did not take longer than three minutes to fall asleep, despite
Julian being in her living room and her couch covered in his blood.
She didn’t fear; perhaps it was because she knew where he was. There was no reason to fear him.
There was so much she wanted to ask and so much she wanted to know. Yet she also didn’t want to.
Knowing might influence her stance with him in all this, and she wanted things to continue this way.
Her eyes fluttered to see the dawn of day, and she turned to the clock on the nightstand and saw it was
already a few minutes past seven a.m. She had slept for eight hours. Realising that left her in shock for
a while. She didn’t remember the last time she slept for that long, and it made her happy. She needed
it. Her child needed it.
Her child.
She sighed; she would have to come out with the truth about it to him. She was carrying his child. This
was something he always wanted, and now it was here, but they were no longer a family, and it hurt.
Her phone began beeping on the nightstand, and she quickly reached for it. It was Cillian calling, and
she answered and placed it to her ear.
“Good morning. This is morning, like I promised.” Cillian’s radiant voice boomed through the phone. “I
didn’t wake you up, though, did I?” The energy he displayed a moment ago has now withered.
She smiled and rubbed her head as a slight headache set in. “You are a man of your word. And no, you
didn’t wake me up; good morning.”
“I hope it isn’t too early.”
She shook her head. “No, it isn’t too early. How are you and your
“The old man is still alive and kicking.”
“That’s good to hear.”
dad?”
“I know. I promised him I wouldn’t touch a hair on his head.” He mumbled to himself, but she heard it.
A frown appeared on her face. “What do you mean?” She asked because the Cillian she had grown to All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
know wasn’t a violent person or one willing to hurt another, especially someone as old as his father.
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“Ah, you heard that,” he laughed.
“Yeah, I did. What did you mean? Who did you promise?”
“His brother.” He answered. “Sadly, his brother doesn’t trust me. They seem to have a thing against ba
stards and always believe they are up to no good. But harming him was a joke that I didn’t deliver well.
I will do better.”
Fiona remains silent, remembering that Cillian told her how his father had gotten him when he was
fresh into college and how he never knew his mother.
He had grown up being treated differently and was sometimes called a ba stard by those outside and
some family members. His father didn’t always stand up for him, and that created a strain in their
relationship. It got worse after his father got married and started a family. Leaving for college was the
best thing that Cillian experienced. His relationship with his father only became better during college,
and they were still working through it.
Of course, Cillian wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially his father. He also had a horrible taste for jokes,
which wasn’t a surprise at this point.
“I can imagine wanting to hurt him back.” She said a lighthearted joke: “I know what growing up as an
outcast felt like. Somedays you just want to set the entire world on fire and watch it all burn while you
sip your glass of martini.”
“Ah, you get it.”
“I do; the thought went through my head a couple of times growing up.” She admitted. “I’m glad I no
longer have to deal with that, and do not worry; you will be back here in no time.”
“I missed you.” His revelation was made in a calm but hypnotising tone. “I wish were here.”
She turned to the other side of the bed. “I miss you too, and the same here.”
He took a sharp breath. “I didn’t expect to hear that,” he revealed to her.
you
If she had gone with him, she would have been able to avoid the man called Julian, who was now on
her couch. If she had followed him, he would be cracking those lame, old
jokes for her, and she would be giggling in response and getting comic relief.
She didn’t go with him; she stayed back here, and now here she was.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
Perhaps he knew Julian was at her place.
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How would he know, though? It was just a question.
“Like what?” she led him on.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled.
“There is nothing new here; Camila is still on her honeymoon with Peter, and you are still in the
Netherlands, and I am here, waiting for you to return.” She didn’t want to lie or leave out this much
detail, but she had no choice; he would worry, and she didn’t want him to worry, especially since he
was with his family.
It was only for two days.
Silence went by. “I can’t wait to get back to you too. I should let you go on with the rest of your day. Talk
later; I love you.”
She wasn’t ready for the last part, so she didn’t know what to say.
When Julian asked if she loved Cillian, she got defensive, wanting to avoid the question. Now she felt
trapped.
She liked him a lot, and falling in love with a man like Cillian was something that should come naturally,
yet she didn’t love him. She had Julian in her life, and she had too much on her plate.
She wanted to be with him; she cared for him more than anyone else-except for Julian. Cillian provided
room for growth and encouraged her to be her own person. He was kind, affectionate, and, most of all,
a patient lover. Loving him should have come easy, but it didn’t.
She knew this day would come, though; she saw how he looked at her like a valued possession. As if
he had never seemed something better. She knew it was only a matter of time before he confessed.
She knew, yet she wasn’t ready for those words.
“Cillian…”
“It’s fine; you do not have to tell me anything you do not mean. I just wanted
you to
know. Take care of yourself; we will talk later.” He said in a low voice and ended the call.