The CEO's Destined Bride

ch 9 Harper pov

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After spending a wonderful afternoon with my closest friend Ava, catching up on each other's lives over a cup of freshly brewed coffee and delectable pastries at our favorite café, I made my way towards my home to visit my father. As I walked towards the familiar front door, the memories of my childhood came flooding back to me - the sound of my bicycle tires crunching on the gravel driveway, the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air from the kitchen, and the sound of my family's laughter filling the house. As I rang the doorbell, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and warmth knowing I was about to see my dad again. Even though it had only been two days since our last meeting, I already missed him so much. The thought of spending some quality time with him and listening to his stories made me feel content and happy.

After some while, the door finally opened. I hugged him the moment I saw him.

"Hey Dad, how are you?"

"Hello Harper, come in." It's good to see you. I'm doing well. "And How about you?"

"I am fine Dad." Even though he stated he was OK, I could tell he was exhausted from all of his work. When I entered the house, I noticed everything was in a complete state of mess. I guess my father is struggling on his own. We were always together after my mother died. I felt terrible about the whole thing. He sat down on the couch. I sat next to him. When I got a good look at him, I noticed that his forehead was wrinkled, his eyes were sad, and his cheeks were hollow.

"Well, Dad how is your work going?" I asked, having nothing else to say.

"yeah, it is fine as usual. " He indicated with a sign. The atmosphere is shrouded in an uneasy quiet. There was a lot of animosity between us for some unknown reason. His eyes were drawn to my engagement ring. His face was filled with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Your engagement ring looks really good in your hand." I took my time thinking about the question because I didn't know what to say.

"Thanks, Dad," I said with a melancholy tone in my voice.

"I just thought that ........... So, how are things with David?" he began massaging his head, making his hair look like a bird's nest.

"Great Dad, everything is good between us. "I'm gradually acclimating to my new surroundings," I responded with a massive knot in my throat.

"That's fantastic. David must consider himself fortunate to have you as a wife." He was too hesitant to look me in the eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his arm, hugged him, and buried my face in his shoulders

I could feel my forehead scrunching up into a tight knot, and my lips pursed together in sadness. The air around us seemed to grow tense and heavy with unspoken words, as we both struggled to make sense of the situation. His expression was inscrutable, leaving me feeling unsure and uneasy. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind as we sat there in silence.

"Is there something bothering you, Dad?" "You appear to be stressed."

"Nothing dear, I was just wondering if I made the right decision. In this marriage, I never once asked for your opinion. I hope you don't despise me for it."

I couldn't help but notice his worried expression. We were talking about work and small talk when he took a deep breath and blurted out his confession. As I struggled to understand what he had just said, my heart began to pound. As I battled to keep my emotions at bay, the room fell silent for what seemed like an eternity.

"NO, Dad, why would you think that? Whatever decision you make will be best for me."

I finally saw a smile on his face after a long time. I stood up and decided to clean up the mess that my father had made. I still had to tell him about the Thanksgiving trip to Chicago; I'm curious how he'll react. After some thought, I decided to break the news. I didn't think it was the correct time. I wanted to prepare a delicious meal for my father as even I was a bit hungry, but the fridge was empty when I opened it.