His Mini Bear

CHAPTER- 52

Ace POV:

I frowned, the crease on my forehead deepening as I observed her behavior.

Something is definitely wrong.

"What's wrong, Mini?" I asked, my tone soft but insistent. I shifted closer, hoping to catch her eye and reassure her with my presence

"Nothing," She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her gaze still fixed on the pages of her notebook.

"Really, I don't think so," I reiterated gently, my voice laced with worry.

"Just t-tired," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

But her words didn't convince me. There was something more, something she wasn't saying.

Later, when I returned home, Hudson's said she hadn't emerged from her room since she had returned from college.

As I entered our bedroom, I found her curled up on the bed, her back turned towards me, her hair cascading over her face like a veil.

It was a stark contrast to her usual vibrant self.

Weird. Very weird.

Releasing a sigh, I entered the bathroom to freshen up.

After spending some time under the comforting stream of lukewarm water, the tension in my muscles gradually began to ease.

Emerging from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, I opted for a comfortable attire - a full-sleeved shirt paired with loose sweatpants.

As I stepped out, my gaze fell upon Mini, who was clearly preoccupied with something.

Her fingers fidgeting with her sleeves didn't go unnoticed, prompting a wave of concern to wash over me.

Setting aside the towel, I settled beside her.

"You didn't give me a kiss yet," I remarked softly, attempting to lighten the mood.

But as I reached out to gently touch her chin, she averted her eyes, hiding behind her curtain of hair.

"Mini," I spoke firmly, trying to get her attention.

She responded with a soft hum, her breaths coming in uneven rhythms, hinting at the storm of emotions raging within her.

"You're crying," I observed, my tone laced with concern as I noticed the silent cascade of tears down her cheeks.

The room grew still, the only sound the faint echo of her shaky breaths and the muffled sniffles that escaped her trembling form.

"Baby, did someone hurt you?" I inquired, my voice edged with a restrained anger, ready to confront anyone who dared to cause her pain.

I hate it. I despise it when she cries.

"No," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I-I miss t-them," she confessed, her words faltering as she turned to face me, her gaze seeking solace in mine.

With a gentle touch, I brushed away the strands of hair obscuring her face, revealing the raw vulnerability etched in her features.

Fuckin'n hell.

Cradling her face in my hands, I wiped away her tears and smoothed her disheveled hair.

"It's okay, baby," I reassured her, rubbing my thumb against her temple.

"What happened? Did...I do something or did I hurt you in some way?" I inquired, my voice filled with genuine concern, as I searched for any sign of distress or discomfort in her expression.