Royal Affection

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT - Girlfriend

                                  C H A P T ER - T W E N T Y E I G H T

I reached over and scratched Mr. Kitty behind the ears. He purred affectionately and leapt onto my lap. I scooped him up and put him down on my bed to get my coat which lay over my chair.

“Ava, you ready?” asked Joe. He peered through my bedroom door and I nodded once I put my jacket on. I followed him out. I could see scratches and plasters on my face where he’d been hurt. His arm was also in a cast – he’d broken it. However, this got Joe some…special attention from Maria who’d always run to his aid if he was having a problem.

“No, you are not driving.” Maria said sternly and Joe heaved a sigh.

“Why not?” Joe questioned childishly. I sniggered as Maria wrapped her arms around Joe and pecked him on the nose. I tried my best not to gag but I did make a face.

“You’re hurt. I’ll drive.” She snatched the keys off him and opened our apartment door. We were off to visit Henry at the hospital and tell him about the change of plans. My dad has revoked the title and agrees to make Henry King after my father. The thought lit up my face.

We’d gotten a call off the Doctors saying that he was fine and the bullet hadn’t done much harm.

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“In about a week or so, Mr. Iversen, will be able to go home. Even so, he will still need to rest. I’ll leave you all now.” Smiled Dr. Noble and exited the room with his clipboard tucked under his right arm. Once he left, I turned and grinned at Henry. His lips curled at the corners and I hopefully met the eyes of my parents.

“How are you, Henry?” Asked my mother and stroked his blonde hair away from his face.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He said and I heard his voice catch.

“Henry,” I breathed worriedly. “Is something wrong?”. He gulped and tensed up. “I honestly don’t deserve your kindness, not after what I did.” He says in defeat. I turned to him.

“It wasn’t your fault. Your dad made you do this. I know you didn’t really want to hurt me.” I smiled and clasped onto his hand.

His muscles relaxed and he sighed. “Speaking of my dad, where is he?”

I exchanged some looks with my mum, dad and Maria and Joe. “He’s being questioned, along with the men he hired. It’s likely he’ll be on his way to prison.”