Zayn advised earnestly, "Please don't get too worked up. You're not getting any younger, so you should be more open-minded. Let your grandson live the life he wants…"
"You little brat! I'll kill you…" Old Mr. Giblo growled, and a series of smacks could be heard.
Widening her eyes in shock, Carla felt her heart tightened as she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound.
Did Zayn really get beaten up?
Was he…
"Look at you. It doesn't even hurt at all. You must be getting old…" Zayn's voice sounded with a tinge of amusement.
"You rascal… You…" Old Mr. Giblo was so furious that he started feeling out of breath.
"Grandpa! Are you okay? Where is your medicine?" Seeing that something was amiss, Zayn hurriedly asked him.
Then he yelled, "Somebody, come at once!"
Soon after, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard coming from the room next door.
Carla's heart was racing as she paced around in her room.
Please be okay, Mr. Giblo. Or else I'll really be in deep trouble.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Please don't scare me. What is going on here? He was still fine just now!" Shelley's anxious voice could be heard from the other room.
"Shut up!" Zayn bellowed.
Very quickly, silence ensued in the room. Shortly after, Zayn ordered, "Leave us."
"Yes." Everyone went out of the room after hearing his command.
Shelley said, "Grandpa, I'll help you to your room."
"I'll do it." Zayn volunteered as he walked to old Mr. Giblo's front.
Old Mr. Giblo glared at Zayn and shouted, "Get lost, you brat! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
Zayn lowered his voice and said, "I wouldn't dare."
"Hmph!" After shooting a death glare at Zayn, old Mr. Giblo left the room with the help of Shelley.
The house finally quietened down as the lights in the living room and corridor were switched off one by one.
Lying down on the bed, Carla heaved a sigh of relief while her heart was filled with indescribable feelings.
Is it because of me that Zayn is reluctant to marry someone from the Bendays?
Or is the reason like what he said? That he isn't interested in getting married because he won't benefit from it?
Suddenly, somebody opened the door. Carla jumped in shock and almost fell off the bed.
Zayn said, "It's me."
Carla saw a familiar figure in the dark, locking the door before he unbuttoned his shirt and walked toward her.
"You sure have guts to come here now. Aren't you afraid others will know?" Carla spoke in a hushed tone as she was scared that others would know of her presence.
Zayn ignored her and tossed his shirt on the couch. After shutting the balcony door and drawing the curtains, he went to the washroom straight away.
"Hey, you…" Before Carla could finish her sentence, Zayn shut the washroom door on her.
Speechless, she was overwhelmed with anxiety. If Mr. Giblo and Shelley know that Zayn's here with me, they'll tear me into pieces!
Soon after, Zayn came out from the washroom with a towel wrapped around his lower body.
He was probably tired of dealing with old Mr. Giblo as he downed a bottle of water after sitting down.
Carla whispered, "Send me back since they're resting in their rooms now. Or else they will find out that I'm here tomorrow…"
"So what?" Zayn looked at her coldly.
Carla panicked. "It'll be awkward… Your grandpa hates me, so I bet he'll humiliate me…"
"That's unlikely." Zayn continued drying his hair with a towel.
"But…" Before Carla could finish her sentence, there were a few knocks on the door, followed by Shelley's gentle voice. "Zayn, are you asleep?"
Carla was stunned, but she quickly came to her senses. After focusing on the sound, she realized Shelley was knocking on the door of Zayn's room. However…
Zayn's here in my room!
She kept on gesturing at Zayn anxiously, pointing at the door in hopes that he would deal with it.
Zayn rolled his eyes at her before tossing his towel away. Then, he got on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
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