Genius Girl

Chapter 64 - 63: A Princess in Distress

Evan could taste the saltiness of Daniella's tears as it streamed down from her eyes to her cheeks and lips.

His lips brushed gently against hers, it's so soft like a marshmallow but her tears wetting his cheeks were gripping his heart.

He could see a petite child on the bed as he deepened his lips against hers, so thin that she looked like a living skeleton.

His hand traveled to Daniella's cheeks, gently wiped her tears while his feet moved forward - slightly pushing her towards the bed.

For a moment, he pulled his lips from hers, gently pushed her down to the bed

Daniella calmly sat down, putting both hands on the bed – supporting her body.

She looked up to him, watched him as he placed a hand on her chest and pushed her down the bed.

"No," she shook her head.

"Why?"

"what are you planning to do anyway?" she replied, lips quivered as she avoided his eyes

Evan was stunned by her question, unsure what to answer.

He straightened up, took a step back while biting his lip.

"Did you fake your degree?" he asked, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"What?"

His eyes sparkled in amus.e.m.e.nt, lips curving a smile, "Haven't you been alone with a man in one room?"

Daniella rose an eyebrow, "I have but I always knock them out," she got up, walked towards the window and swayed the curtain open.

"You have never-" his voice shook, eyes blinked with disbelief as he watched the reflection of the moon in Daniella's eyes staring at the sky.

Daniella looked at him, the face was clear from all confusion, "No I haven't because unlike someone, I don't bring models in my house and let them sleep in my room," and there it was, the anger blazed in her eyes once again.

Confusion registered on Evan's face, "Are you talking about me?"

Daniella scoffed, harshly crossed her arms while eyes shone in amus.e.m.e.nt, "no, I was talking about Ander," she rolled her eyes on him, walked towards the balcony and opened the door.

"wait," realizing the reason for her frustration, Evan smirked, "are you jealous?"

Daniella rose an eyebrow, laughed sarcastically with head shaking, "I am sorry, but me?" she said pointing a finger at herself, "jealous?"

She laughed in amus.e.m.e.nt, "People get jealous when they think that someone is superior to them and, I," she took a step forward, eyes were shining confidently, "might not have a perfect height but aside from that I am the most beautiful creature that ever walked on earth, I mean," she laughed again, "Look at me, I am the definition of the word beauty."

Evan focused his eyes on her face, staring deeply and quietly like she's a piece of art in the museum that needs to be studied.

The two-round dimples on her cheek deepened as her lips curved a smile, her eyes shone even brighter with the moonlights help, his feet moved closer to her, his hand itched to touch her face, "I know that" he said with a hoarse voice.

Halting in front of her, Evan lifted her face with his hand, narrowed eyes bewildered by her existence stared deeply into her irises currently changing to green.

He confusedly smiled, run his thumb on her lips and sighed, "Where did you get the idea that I let another woman sleep in my room?"

Daniella wanted to step back but there's no space left, she can either stay or jump out of the balcony.

"Well, I just heard it," she cleared her throat, nervously clenching her hands on the side.

"And you believe that?" he said giving her a lopsided grin, "No other woman slept in my room aside from you," he distanced himself from her, crossed his arms with head titling in bewilderment.

"Now that our misunderstanding has been cleared, can we please sleep now? I have a meeting tomorrow," he turned around, strode to the bed and sat on it.

He lay down, looked at her and patted the space next to him, "quick, it's late."

Daniella shook her head; she could imagine the maids thought after she left the house with their boss.

Evan impatiently sighed, "Who are those people that told you about this model?" he sat down, brushed a hand over his face.

"Why? what would you do?" she asked, remained standing by the half-opened door balcony.

"I am going to fire them."

"No, you don't," she bluntly replied.

Evan rose an eyebrow, amus.e.m.e.nt gradually curved his lips, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I told you so."

He became silent, a line appeared in between his brows as he stared at her. Her domineering attitude and the bold words she's using to him, it's getting on his nerve. He had never met a stubborn woman like her.

Her innocent face contracted her attitude, Evan smiled by the thought.

Daniella lowered her eyes to the floor, she sighed and shut her eyes for a moment.

She needs to do something so he would go away at least until she meets his father but Evan was so eager to know her and she finds it hard to push him away without hurting him.

She took a deep breath, she realized that the only way to make him go away was to let him see her for who she is.

She shifted from one foot to the other towards him, halted next to the bed and slowly sat next to him.

She stiffened, watching his deep brown eyes narrowing in confusion.

Her hand stretched and sn.a.k.e.d around his neck, inside her heart was being gripped by a cold hand but her mind has decided.

If she wants him gone, she needs to show him what she has been doing in the last three years.

She drew her lips closer to his and before their lips touch, she spoke, "clear your mind."

As the border of their lips disappeared and her tongue intertwined with his. In just a second, Evan's mind filled with voices, screams, cry and plead. He could feel the pain in the voices, men, and women crying for help, the images of the people, the blood on their bodies, it was too gruesome. He wanted to pull back but Daniella's hand on the back of his neck was holding him tightly.

He opened his eyes, widening in distress, but even with open eyes, he could still see the images of the people, hear their voices.

He shut his eyes, the kiss they had was not like before, he felt suffocated.

Slowly, her lips pulled from his, and before it separated, the image of Daniella torturing those people flashed in his mind, he had seen her in the warehouse before but there was something different about Daniella in his mind, it was perhaps her smile.

The smile she had as she watched the people cry for help.

He could hear her gasping for air just like him, her hand on his neck went to his chin, lifting his face a bit.

"See, I am not a princess in distress," her voice was broken as if she's about to cry, "I don't need a knight help me," Daniella smiled bitterly, "My hands are too dirty to even touch you Evan, so please just," she paused, took in a deep sigh and continued, "please stay away," she said and scurried towards the balcony.

Evan remained stiffed; the images stayed in his mind stopping his brain from working. He just watched her leave, jumped out of the balcony like a cat that doesn't worry about her life.

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Outside of the room, Selena had her ear leaning on the door, eavesdropping but she could not hear anything through the thick door.

She moved back, looked at Anders next to him with the same confused face.

"What is happening inside? Did Daniella forgive him?" he murmured.

"Maybe," Anders replied, shrugging both shoulders, "they are both quiet."

She nodded, turned to the guards she called earlier and asked them to leave.

"See Anders? I just fixed their relationship," a proud smile curved on Selena's lips as she boasted her work.

Anders rose an eyebrow, "And what exactly relationship does your uncle has with Ms. Chen?"

Selena's face dulled, started to wonder about Anders question, "You are right, what kind of relationship do they have?"

"Nothing but you might have just turned your babysitter into your auntie," he said chuckling, poking a finger on Selena's forehead.