Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

The house was really beautiful and the designer must have put in a lot of work to whip it up. The colour of the top floor was different from the one downstairs.

They even had antiques as well. Just like the restaurant. It was an amazing blend of colours and homely feelings.

They finally got to the room and Tamara’s room was pretty. The colour purple was the main theme of the room and almost everything was a light purple.

Lydia released her hand and opened the drawer to get the kit.

“This is it!” The little girl chirped.

“Alright. Come, honey, I’ll help you sit.” She picked her up and placed her on the bed so that she sat comfortably.

Blair sat down on a chair in front of her then she started to clean her wound.

Lydia was brave throughout the whole first aid cleanup. She just kept humming her song.

“All done!” Blair announced as she smoothened the plaster.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Thank you, auntie!” She screamed in happiness.

“You’re welcome, hun.” Blair ruffled her hair and Lydia shrieked with laughter.

They didn’t know that Dylan watched them while they played. He heard noises from Tamara’s room and wanted to check the source of it.

That was how he found his wife laughing so hard with a kid.

He couldn’t hide his smile and adoration.

He knocked on the open door and they both turned to check who the intruder was.

Lydia gasped.

“Uncle Dylan.” She waved her tiny arms at him. He moved closer to them and picked her up.

“I see you’re getting along well.” He said.

“Yes, we are. Aunt Blair is the best, she fixed my cut and styled my hair.” She told him.

“Oh! I can see that. You look even prettier than aunt Blair now.” He teased her.

“No!” She covered his mouth with her hands.

Blair stifled a laugh.

“You can’t say that I’m prettier in front of her.” She whispered in his ears.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that.” He whispered back.

Lydia giggled.

“I hope she’s not giving you a hard time?”

Blair and Dylan turned to face the person that spoke. It was Lydia’s dad.

“Of course not, David.” Dylan answered with a smile.

“Daddy!” She screamed in Dylan’s ear. He placed her on the ground so that she could meet her dad.

“Baby.” He carried her in his arms.

“We have to leave now Dylan. Man’s gotta rest now.” He told him.

“Yeah, I know man. We’re leaving too, I have a flight to catch up with soon.” They gave their bro hugs and handshakes.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Blair.” David held out his hand for her to shake and she took it.

“You too David.” She smiled genuinely.

They all went back downstairs to say their goodbyes.

“It was nice to have you here Blair. I hope you visit more often.” The older woman hugged her gently.

“Thank you for having me Naina, I appreciate it. And I will try to visit you as much as I can.” Blair told her.

“Thank you, Blair, Lydia was gushing about how you helped her dress her wound.” Tamara smiled at her.

“That’s okay. I enjoyed her company a lot. Thank you.” Blair hugged her.

“I’ll call you okay? It’s a date, yeah?” Tamara asked as she got into the car.

“Absolutely!” Blair shouted.

“Bye Auntie!” The kids screamed from the back of the car.

“Bye sweethearts.” She blew them a kiss.

They drove out of the compound and headed for the road until they were out of sight.

“Naina, we have to leave as well. I guess Jason is gonna stay here tonight.” He told her.

“Oh yes, he will. Thank you Dylan and please behave yourself.” She warned.

“Yes, Naina, you know I always do.” He hugged her.

“Right.” She scoffed but smiled.

Blair hugged her one more time before going into the car.

“Take care, you two.” She waved.

“Bye Naina.” Bair waved.

Dylan drove out and headed for the road.

Blair and Dylan spoke not a word to each other as they drove home.

When they got home Blair opened her door and got down. She didn’t even wait for Dylan to catch up, she simply opened the door and entered the house.

It was dark so she turned on the lights in the living room and the hallway that led to the stairway. And when she got to the stairway she turned on the light that would lead her upstairs.

Blair climbed the stairs to their room as fast as she could. Dylan was still leaving. He wasn’t joking and she didn’t want to be the one to stop him.

She went into the bedroom and shut the door. He didn’t have to go to their room because his bag was downstairs.

Blair tried so hard not to cry. She rested her back on the door and sighed.

“Blair?” Dylan called.

“Blair please open the doors.” He said softly.

Blair opened the door so that he could go.

“Blair? What on earth are we doing?” He asked gently.

She continued to stare at him without saying anything.

“Blair please, I can’t go like this. Please just talk to me.” He begged her.

“Why can’t you go like this? Why do you need confirmation from me? You can do whatever you want.” She told him.

“We haven’t spoken so well today. We barely did, how can I leave when it’s like this between us? I want my wife back.” He pleaded, he almost cried.

“Dylan, just go. You’ll be late if you stay here any longer. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” She told him.

“Why are you doing this Blair? Why are you making it so hard to talk?” He was getting frustrated with her.

“Really? I’m making it hard? I’m not the one leaving, am I? I’m not the one who asked you to leave or any of the sort.” She replied gently.

“I’m sorry I’m leaving Blair but I have no choice. I wish I could stay with you but I can’t, please understand.” He explained.

“Dylan, it’s okay. Go for the trip, I hope it goes well for you. Goodnight.” She shut the door before he could say anything else.

“Blair!?” He banged the door.

Blair didn’t know why she felt so hurt that he was leaving. He often went for trips and it was okay with her. But for some reason now it wasn’t and she had no intentions of stopping him. She knew how important the company was to him, to his father.

If she got in the way they would discard her without any waste of time. Blair only wanted to stay out of trouble.

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