Doted On By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 26- WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING

Ryan stopped on his tracks as her words fell; he stood there watching the girl picking up the paper

planes and retreating to her bed. Sitting on it she took the comic book which was left open and started

reading it, totally disregarding Ryan and his presence. A bad feeling stirred within him as he asked,

"Aren't you sick?" The girl nodded a no and immersed herself deeper into the book.

The man stood goofily on his spot watching her behave stranger than usual, didn't she say she would

be happy if he came back earlier then why was her reaction totally different to the one he had

imagined. Ryan was sure that something was quite not right but how was he supposed to find out. He

asked, "Is something wrong?"

Bee didn't bother to look up at him, she was feeling empty and wanted to send somewhere empty. She

still needed time to repair herself and was not at all willing to have any kind of interaction with him in

the meanwhile. She kept the book aside and fell back on bed, pulling the blanket to her head she said,

"I am sleepy. You should leave."

Anger started to bubble up inside the man but he balled his fist to push down his urge to strangle her.

Just why can't she say what was up with her, he was no mind reader to stop it out all by himself. He

asked, "Are you not happy that I am back?"

His question was like a stone thrown away in ocean with no reaction coming back from the other side;

she was asleep already. The man could feel himself slowly loosing his patience and this was even

visible in his tone which was getting a bit irritated with the passing questions, "Bee, I am telling you... Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Don't show your attitude to me."

Bee, "..."

"Are you testing my patience?"

"..."

"What the f*ck is wrong with you?"

Hearing him cursing Bee threw a judging glance him through the blanket. Ryan was at the verge of

exploding at this point, he yelled, "What? What are you looking at?" Bee couldn't help but get her eyes

welled up; she lips started to tremble as she sank deeper into her blanket. Even though she managed

to hide under the blanket her movements were still picked up by Ryan's watchful eyes. Her timid

actions were like a harsh slap which pulled him back to reality. He immediately forgot to be angry and

regretted yelling at her, "I am sorry... I am really sorry! Don't cry..." He tried to calm her down, little did

he know that the girl was not crying because he yelled at her but because of the pain which was welling

up in her heart.

If it was yesterday she would have felt happy seeing that he cared but now, when she knows that he

was in love with someone else and was really only treating her nice because she saved his life she felt

awful.

All he felt for her was gratefulness and not affection.

Tears started to pour down violating her eyes, her hushed sobbing made him loose his mind. He sat

down beside her and asked worriedly, "Why are you crying? Tell me who made her cry, I will make

them pay ten folds back."

"Tell me, Bee. What happened?" He tried to make her stop crying but the girl wasn't stopping even for a

bit. At last frustrated he started to pull her blanket which she used to cover her face in attempt to see

her face and satiate her more but the girl wasn't willing to back off. Panicked she tugged on her

blanket, refusing to let him take it.

The more she protested the more angry he got; he tried to calm her down but when she wasn't willing

to even look at him he felt daggers stab inside his chest. The pain was so unbearable that he started to

hate this feeling of suffocation her tears gave him. He had to make it stop before he looses his temper

and harms the reason he was feeling that way.

He pulled the blanket with all his strength, literally ripping it apart to see her little face soaking wet with

her tears. She looked pale and helpless, crying her heart out for no reason at all. He grabbed her

shoulders and picked her up; Bee closed her eyes out of fear and started to push him away.

This little protest of hers was like a match stick ignited in a room full of flammable; he immediately

exploded in wrath. His grip on her shoulders tightened as he started to jerk her vigorously; poor Bee

couldn't help but scream in pain and fear. She had never seen him this angry, not even that night when

he busted her in bathroom.

Ryan was blinded by anger, pouring all his anger on his grip on her he shouted, "Just what is wrong

with you. Stop crying! I said stop crying..."

Bee was choking up on her own tears but he was not at all stopping; she hiccuped and wailed to see

no scope. Her arms started to feel numb within his ghostly grip; unable to contain it anymore she

started to yell, "Let me go... It hurts..."

"Stop crying... " He yelled back at her. Little Bee was unable to take it anymore; she had many things

welled up in her that she wanted to say but had no idea how to voice it out. But all of a sudden she too

felt herself getting angry in the way he was treating her.

She mumbled slowly, "Why are... You pretending?" "What?" Ryan heard her clearly but was not unable

to guess what she was trying to mean by that. He stopped jerking her like a lifeless doll and looked into

her eyes only to see her turn away her eyes off him. She continued controlling her tears, "You... You

don't care about me! You treat me good... Because I saved your life. You have no feelings for me. You

are just putting on an act."

Ryan looked at her for a brief moment before pulling her closer to him, with his face few inches away

he asked grimly, "What do you mean?" Bee snorted and hiccuped before calming herself down, "You

can never love me... I can never be her, right!" Ryan's face turned visibly pale when he heard his own

words from her mouth; he looked at her blankly not letting her guess his thoughts or emotions. Bee

didn't care what he was thinking and proceeded with her words, "If you can't feel anything for me then

why are you trying to shove yourself in my life. Go... Go back to your Cathey. You have her then why

are you pretending to be considerate of me?"

Ryan's face turned as pale as a ghost when he heard her words and particularly at the mention of that

person. He mumbled mindlessly, telling himself that his ears were deceiving him, "What... Did you

say?"