Taming My Arrogant Husband novel Chapter 82

"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.