My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapter 7. Disillusioned.

"Auch!" nicholas exclaimed as the middle-aged woman pressed a cold towel against her nose. Bruises, of course. Dara's punch was so hard that it could bleed.

"Is my nose broken?" ask Nicholas to worry.

"No. Thankfully though. Who hit you like this, Nicholas?" The woman, Marry, the butler at the Johanssen house, replied.

Nicholas hisses slowly. Of course he wouldn't tell Marry who hit him. The woman could laugh at him.

"You fighting?" ask Marry. Nicholas is like his own son. It was he who took care of the young man from childhood. Remembering Mr and Mrs Johanssen are very busy people.

"No," answered Nicholas short.

"Then?" sue Marry.

"That's it, Marry, I don't want to talk about it."

Marry thieving. He has memorized the habits of his foster children. Trouble Maker's. He suspected that the person Nicholas was bothering, was putting up a fight.

"Yes, God, Nicholas! What the hell happened to you?"

Nicholas rolled his eyeballs when he saw the presence of another middle-aged woman, stepping inside his room.

She, Portia Johanssen, the mother. Her elegant appearance is characteristic of European noble women. Neatly combed short hair, simple but expensive-looking jewelry, and knee-high straight clothes are light blue wrapped around her slender body.

"It's nothing, Mother," said Nicholas.

"No, it isn't!" sergeant Portia. "Your face looks terrible. How can you accompany me to dinner with the Duke of Essex?"

"Then I don't have to come, Mum." Nicholas lightly.

"You were intentional, weren't you, Nicholas? So you don't have to go to the show tonight?"

"Take Thomas, or Alexandra. Or Papa. Where are they all going? Why should I attend such a boring event?!"

Portia rounded her two blue eyes in disbelief. He deliberately invited his youngest child to attend official events to learn to be kind and polite, like his two brothers. But Nicholas always had a way to escape.

"Unbelievable (Unbelievable)!" Portia raised both her hands resignedly as she turned out of Nicholas' room.

Nicholas breathed a sigh of relief. He throbbed while looking at Marry who was shaking his head.

"Maybe I should thank the girl" Nicholas muttered with a chuckle.

"Girl?" ask Marry full of probes.

"uh? What's?"

"So the one who hit you is a girl?"

"Did I say I was hit?"

Marry. Nicholas got the stone. He knows his foster kids' lunge with the girls out there.

"Happy, eh?" hiss Nicholas is upset.

"Nicholas Johanssen, hit by a girl? Isn't this a rare event?"

"Get out of my room, Marry! I don't want to see you forever!" gerutu Nicholas as he pushed slowly Marry's shoulder.

The woman was still laughing as she left Nicholas' room. The young man exhaled his breath violently. His nose that feels sore.

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Dara carefully listened to Alison's explanation about the ins and outs of her flower shop and what she had to do from tomorrow. Thought Dara, this job is much more fun than at a restaurant. Even though the salary is a little smaller.

"Do you understand, Dara?" alison asked as she smiled her sweet smile.

Dara was amazed by the beauty of Alison. Beautiful green sliced eyes, smooth red hair and a proportioned body that looks sexy in a flower-mini dress.

He turned his head towards Braden who was looking at him and Alison. Looking at Alison, to be precise. It was obvious that the young man was admiring the beautiful figure beside him.

"So, you got Dara, Ally?" ask Braden.

"Sure. He can work from tomorrow afternoon."

"It's okay if Dara only works part-time?"

"No problem. After all he would be working full time from morning to afternoon on Saturdays and Sundays."

"Thank you, Ally."

Dara's daydreams crumble when Braden invites her home after saying goodbye to Alison. Along the way, Dara was silent and occasionally responded to Braden's torches.

"Alison's my ex-boyfriend" Braden explained without Dara asking.

"Owh" said Dara. He swallowed saliva to moisten his dry throat. "B-but, your relationship is fine, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Alison and I are fine. I'm keeping our relationship good. Because ...." Braden stopped his words. "Ah, stop. Forgetit. What matters is that you've got a new job now. Yeay!"

Dara commented a thin smile. He thought, the reason Braden introduced him to Alison and gave her a job, so he could keep in touch with his ex-girlfriend. Or maybe, Braden intends to go back to Alison.

Dara's chest ached at the thought of that possibility, which was very likely to happen.

"You okay, Dara? You're a little quiet from earlier?"

"Owh, really?" ask Dara surprised.

"Something's bothering you?"

"Emm .. no. Actually, yes." Dara answered nervously.

"Come on, tell me."

Dara scratched her head while grimacing. "I'm thinking ...." He swallowed his saliva. "Owh, the crazy guy who broke my bike. I hit him today."

"What?"

"Yes. It seems like he keeps looking for trouble with me." Dara recounts the events in the library with Nicholas.

"What a jerk (Breng once he)."

"Yes. Very breng sek. Maybe he's making calculations with me," Dara's kekeh bland.

"You need to be careful, Dara. What you're dealing with is Nicholas Johanssen. Everyone knows who he is. You could say, his family owns Edinburgh."

"Yeah, I know. It's just .. I can't tolerate what he did to me." Dara scooped her face rough. "Why should I meet a madman like him" he regretted.

"I understand. If I were you, I'd do the same."

"Yeah."

"Let me know that he's messing with you again, Dara."

Dara forced her smile. Braden's gentleman's attitude made his heart even more chaotic.

"Modore ...."

"Yes?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

Braden. "Because you're my friend. How many times do you have to ask that, Dara?"

"That's all?" dara Fishing.

"Yes. That'sallthatis. Emm ... there may be one more reason," Erat Braden commented with a pugnacious smile.

"What's that?"

"Because you're beautiful."

Dara. His chest rippled at Braden's praise.

"I'm kidding. I mean, yeah, of course you're pretty, Dara. But, I'm helping you because you're my friend. That'sallthatis. Don't worry. I'm not a breng sek man who likes to use women" Braden joked.

Dara forced her smile back. I don't know what feeling was engulfing his heart at the moment, which was obvious, he felt so disappointed by Braden's reply.

Dara should have been happy that Braden was so sincere with her without any intention. It was Dara who hoped for more.

"It has arrived" said Braden disperse the reverie Dara.

"Thanks, Braden." Dara kissed Braden's cheek briefly before finally scattering out of the young man's car.

"Bye," said Dara, waving to Braden.

Dara looked at Braden's car driving slowly away from him. Ingesting a deep breath dispelled the feeling of pain that enveloped his heart.

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