Taming Mr. Cold And Arrogant

"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that right now."

I shook my head before running back inside the house. 

"Sophia..."

I heard him shout my name but I didn't look back and headed directly to my parents' room where my Dad is sleeping at the moment. He had a stroke again yesterday, and it has happened twice since we came back to Italy. 

I dried my tears before entering the room and I found my mother and Dad's private nurse inside. 

"Hi, is he sleeping?" I asked referring to the old man lying on his bed, my father. 

"No, he's awake. Do you want to talk to him?" Mom asked me and I nodded. 

"Yes."

"All right, I will leave you two for a while. We will come back if it's time for his medicine." She patted my shoulder and they exited the room. 

I sat in the chair near the bed and held my father's cold and pale hand. 

"Hi Dad, how are you feeling?"

"I think I should be the one to ask you that question, my baby."

I gulped at the way he said that simple question almost in a whisper. 

"I'm fine, Dad." I replied trying to smile. 

"Your eyes are swollen, did you cry before coming here?"

"No! Angie was cleaning the stairs and some dirt trapped inside my nose and eyes, so I sneezed and that made my eyes swollen... yeah, that's it."

I said nodding to make my statement sounded real. But I was shocked with my Dad's word... 

"Liar!"

"Dad?"

"You haven't changed, my baby. You still don't know how to lie."

"But I am not lying, Daddy, I am stating the truth."

"Has he already propose to you?"

"W-What? I don't understand what you're saying, Dad."

"Did your husband confess his feelings to you?"

I didn't answer his question, instead I closed my eyes and held his hand tightly. 

"I want you to marry him again, Belle." My eyes snapped open as my head instantly turned to him. "He is a good man."

I chuckled at him, shaking my head. 

"A good man? Dad, how can you say that he is a good man, if you've only known him for more than a week?"

"Yes, but I know your heart has known him for almost a year. He loves you and you love him. That's the only thing that holds on between you two. You loved each other and use that love to start a new beginning and to create new memories together."

"We can't be together, Dad." I sighed, blinking away the tears that began to form again around my eyes. "We started this marriage that we're just pretending and I'm afraid that we also end up into nothing. We are two different people, Daddy, and we have a lot of things to know about each other, besides, I still have some more important things to prioritize than thinking about myself."

"Yzabelle, if that thing that you were referring is me, then I am telling you to stop. I love you, my baby and I want you to be happy. Don't make me your reason to kill your happiness. I have already caused you pain which I regretted so much. I know you're blaming yourself for what happened to your old father, but this is not your fault and not anyone else fault, but myself."

"This is not just about you, Dad."

"Then promise me that if the case is over and De Lucca is finally in prison, you will start living with your man again. He promised me to protect you and cherish you until his last breath."

"H-He told you that?"

He nodded. 

"I believe in him. I saw the sincerity in his eyes when he asked me for your hand. Marry him, Belle, because when I can no longer fulfil my promise to protect you, he will be there. He will remain on your side, hold your hands and protect you against all the harm that this world can give you."

I just nodded and give him a sad smile as I don't know what to say after hearing what Daniel did. 

"I want to sleep, Belle."

"Ohh... do you want me to stay here----"

"No, just call your Mom for me."

"I will, Dad."

He grabbed my hand when I stood up. 

"I want you to talk to him. Give him a chance to prove himself to you."

"I-I will try. Good night, Dad."

"Good night, I love you, my baby."

I watched him as he closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds before kissing his forehead. 

"I love you too, Dad."

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I was in the music room when my phone vibrated on the desk next to my old piano. I got up to see who was calling and when I saw Andrew's name on the screen, I immediately swiped the answer button only to be shocked when he told me to go to the police station. 

"What the hell, Andrew? What happened to you? Where is Daniel? Is he okay? What are you doing at the police station?" I almost lost of breath the time I finished my last question. 

"Hey, woman! Can you ask one question at a time? I am not Einstein to remember all your questions---"

"Andrew Peterson, what are you doing at the police station and where is my husband?"

But instead of answering my question first, he laughed at me from the other line. 

"I like how it how you screamed the word 'husband', Sophia. Hmm... I just wonder what Daniel would say when he heard it."

"If you don't want to answer my questions, you better hang up and never disturb me again!" That's the only excuse I thought, so he would turn into serious again. 

"Hey, I'm just kidding. We're fine, we will explain to you later when you get here, but for now, just rent a cab. We couldn't pick you up because we are taking care of some important things here."

"Wait, you didn't answer my question, what are you doing there?"

"You will understand when you get here."

"But Andrew----"

"I'm going to hang up, Daniel is calling me."

"Wait--- argh!" I just stomped my foot when he ended the call without explaining even a single detail of what happened. 

After ending the call, I immediately ran to my room and took my handbag. I didn't think of changing my clothes as I was worried about why they were at the police station. 

"Where are you going?"

I heard my mother's voice when I was about to exit the front door. 

"At the police station, Mom." I ran towards her and kissed her cheek. 

"And what will you do at the police station?" She asked, confused. 

"Well, Andrew just called me and said he's at the police with Daniel."

"Oh, my God! What happened to them?"

"Actually, I don't know yet, Mom, Andrew didn't tell me any details about it. Anyway, I have to go. I'll just take a taxi to go there."

"Okay, take care of yourself, Yzabelle!"

"I will, Mom. Thanks." I said kissing her cheek again before running out of the door.