Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 16: Obvious Concern

"John, let's go to meet Miss Davis," said Ethan Wright to his assistant. He walked out of the CEO's office unannounced, telling John to get ready to leave.

It resulted in John Garcia panicking. John checked the time and said back, "Boss, it's still four-forty in the afternoon. I thought you are meeting her at six?"

With eyes narrowing at his assistant, Ethan answered, "We can't let traffic get in the way, now... can we? I am never late for my appointments."

"Right! Right! I'll call the driver, sir," said John as he frantically grabbed for his belongings.

"Did Edgar already secure what Kyle had requested?" Ethan asked while walking in the direction of the lift.

"Yes, sir. He should have it in the car," assured John.

In just a matter of minutes, they made their way to the building lobby and exited to where Ethan's Black Maybach was waiting. As always, Ethan stayed at the back, with John sitting next to the driver in the front of the expensive car. Even with traffic, they were roughly at The First Diamond Hotel in just twenty minutes.

"Mr. Wright? Are you excited to see Miss Davis?" John probed, nearly chuckling at his suggestion.

The driver, whose name was Edgar, also had his eyes widened? He asked, "Is Mr. Wright interested in a girl?"

"Both of you, mind your own business!" Ethan ordered. He was reading through his email from his laptop when he heard his assistant try to put words into his mouth.

Ethan liked John's work. Even if he often pried on his personal life, he rarely would get mad at his assistant. His usual cue was how he would glare at John, and his assistant would easily understand his limits.

Reaching a block from behind the hotel, he heard John, "Oh, my! That's Miss Davis!"

Hearing the name, Ethan's eyes promptly shifted in the direction where John was pointing and he was shocked to see Samantha running around the park, located in the middle of the street.

His brows furrowed, watching her in tight, gray leggings and a sweatshirt on top. While her sweatshirt hid her precious curves, it did not sit well with Ethan how her leggings were graciously taking the form of her slender and long legs.

His eyes quickly became hooded before saying, "What - in - the - world is she doing? Is it even safe to run in the park?"

"Ah, generally, Mr. Wright," Edgar filled in the answer for him.

"She is just taking a run, Mr. Wright - Oh, no! That man in front of her is holding a knife!" Exclaimed John.

As they went past Samantha, dread could not help but fill Ethan's chest. He commanded with his voice raised, "Go back! Turn around!"

"Sir, we can't turn around from here, but we can circle back," told Edgar.

Ethan seemed to have felt fear for Samantha and he wound up looking back from the back windshield of the car! John and Ethan practically saw how Samantha kicked the butt off the man who had a weapon in front of her.

"Woah! That was awesome, boss!" Remarked John. "Miss Davis is definitely amazing!"

As John and Ethan remained stunned at Samantha's actions, Edgar sped through the road, circling around the park until they found her again. The round park was not significant in size, and Edgar managed to go around it in just about three minutes.

From inside the car, Ethan noticed how Samantha was looking in their direction. He assumed that she was probably worried about the sudden speeding luxury car towards her.

"Stop in front of her! Stop - in - front of her!" Ethan demanded, and it resulted in Edgar to force the breaks in the middle of the road.

Poor Edgar had to put the hazard on, so as to warn the cars behind them.

As soon as they pulled over, Ethan handed his laptop to John and swiftly got out of the car. After locking eyes with Samantha, he ordered, "Get inside, Miss Davis."

"Mr. Wright?" While calling out his name, Ethan could see the awed expression on Samantha.

However, given that they were in the middle of the road, he repeated his words, "Get inside now, Miss Davis. We need to get to the hotel."

It did not take long for Samantha to get inside the Maybach with him, utterly turning red.

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'How did this happen?' Samantha thought in her head as she sat next to the block of ice from inside a luxurious car.

Just earlier, she worried that she was becoming conscious of a man - a specific man to be exact: Mr. Ethan Wright.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

While she dismissed her own judgment, she earnestly hoped the alluring man had seen her in a better light!

Instead, here she was, sitting next to Ethan Wright, the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation, and she was in her leggings and sweatshirt! Worse, she was sweating like hell from all the running that she did.

Just when she thought she was in such a bad condition, she was feeling her throat dried up. Of course! She meant to buy water from the stall across the park!

Massaging her throat, she asked, "Mr. Wright, is there... water in here?"

Ethan promptly opened his storage compartment and handed her a bottle of water. He said, "Here."

At the sight of the water, however, Samantha froze. She looked back at Ethan and returned her gaze to the bottle of water before saying, "That's a Kona Deep water."

She laughed and announced, "I have never gulped down water worth four hundred dollars before."

"It's the only water, I have. Drink it. It has health benefits," Ethan said in his non-affectionate tone.

They say it was rude to refuse an offer, so she had no choice but to gulp down the expensive water. After quenching her thirst, Samantha practically calculated the cost of the fluid she had taken. She drank half of it! Half of it meant she drank two hundred dollars' worth of water!

Just as she was drowned in these thoughts, she heard the man say, "It's not good for a woman like you to be out in the park, taking a run by yourself! What if something dangerous happens to you - "

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Wright. I can defend myself," Samantha reasoned as she closed the expensive bottle of water.

"Defend yourself?! What if that man had a gun, instead of a knife? What if there were four of them? Would you be able to handle that, Miss Davis? From now on, if you wanted to do cardio, you do that on a treadmill from the tenth-floor building of the hotel gym. It is available for you to use!" Ethan said with his face turning red.

It utterly surprised Samantha how Ethan expressed an obvious concern for her wellbeing. She was unsure if she should feel touched or be scared at his berating.

Soon enough, it would seem to her that Ethan realized his misreading. He adjusted his tone of voice. Ethan said, "I'm sorry. As your employer, I want to ensure your safety. After all, you are the one who will give my hotel a Michelin Star rating."

"Please, Miss Davis, use the treadmill," he repeated while looking straight into Samantha's striking blue eyes.

While looking back at his intense eyes, she found herself gawking and said, "Yes, sir! Treadmill it is!"