My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 196: Snarky Remarks At The Breakfast Table

(Karsten)

I thought I had it in me to act cold and indifferent but when she cried that I was the source of her nightmares, I almost lost it.

The agony in her voice and freely flowing tears had my heart in shambles. If I stayed there anymore I would be begging for forgiveness.

I didn’t even know how to console her without touching her and she needed someone to hold her in that moment.

My arms weren’t the ones to do it even though my heart didn’t want to leave her in such a fragile state.

A thorn seemed to have been stuck in my throat at the thought that I was the cause of her nightmares. What kind of monster she must assume me to be?

This was a kind of torture I had never anticipated or believed I would be subjected to.

So I quietly left the room and fetched Asbela.

"Arata had a nightmare and she needs womanly support. Stay with her for the night," I ordered Asbela with a heavy heart.

Once she was gone, I headed downstairs to my secret room hoping Ma wouldn’t snoop around at night. She had the habit of doing it and I was sure she would try to find any loopholes in our relationship.

The torturous night wouldn’t end so I ended up smoking it away until it was near dawn. The thought of being the cause of her pain haunted me, and whatever little sleep I used to get had evaporated.

I sneaked back up and stayed in Arata’s room until it was time to wake her up.

Once Asbela had given me the green signal that Arata was up, I proceeded back to my room only to find her beautiful presence exiting the bathroom.

She seemed fresh; at least she wasn’t crying anymore, and that was all that mattered.

The teal cardigan shrouded her shoulders as she lifted her gaze and stared at me with fake detachment.

She could try and hide all those emotions, but every now and then, I would catch a glimpse of her true feelings. She still didn’t hate me.

Getting up I approached her and asked while halting right beside her.

I had to ask, I knew she wouldn’t tell me but I had to try.

"What did you see last night?"

Her eyes observed me with hints of concern, the ones she couldn’t cloak properly while she sternly said.

"Nothing, it’s none of your concern."

I knew I had no right but I was never going to not worry about this woman. No matter how I tried to harden my heart, it leapt towards her, over and over again.

The silly organ, its purpose was to pump blood, and here it was craving her like she was the very oxygen it needed to keep pumping.

With difficulty, I moved away from her and changed for the new day.

I had noticed the previous night that she merely played with her food instead of eating; the chubbiness in her cheeks already seemed to have reduced, and I would hate it if her eating got affected because of me.

So, as we began to descend the stairs, I reminded her to eat.

She gave me another death stare but before she could reply, Ma’s voice came. She was standing a few feet away, observing us.

Arata’s whole demeanour changed as she spotted my mother and sweetly greeted her.

"Good morning, Camilla."

My mother sweetly smiled at her and greeted her back.

"Good morning, Ma." I kissed her cheek and she seemed genuinely happy.

"I am starving. Come let’s eat." Ma was an early riser and usually had her breakfast with the first rays of the sun. She had waited quite a while for us.

We settled around the breakfast table. There was an assortment of breakfast dishes. Pancakes, eggs, croissants, muffins and toast.

Arata placed a pancake on her plate. I sharply observed how much she would be eating. She turned her attention to my mother and asked. freёwebnoѵel.com

"How was your night?"

"Comfortable; I enjoy staying with my son," Ma answered without hesitation, and I offered her a smile while placing scrambled eggs with sausages on my plate.

We enjoyed breakfast in a healthy environment where Ma made genuine conversation with Arata. I was beyond surprised.

"I saw your ramp walk with my son. You got style and that dress was one of a kind." Ma’s gaze wavered towards me and I saw hints of pride. She knew I had designed it.

"Thank you! I had some great mentors and your son is a superb stylist," Arata respectfully added, maintaining a believable smile.

I could only hope, her heart wasn’t hurting with the memories of that day. It was supposed to be a memorable day but turned into a disastrous one.

"He is my pride," Ma boasted and Arata’s gaze flickered towards me. A mocking smirk she held as she focused it back towards my Ma.

"I think you are a great mother. Only a queen can raise a man with such capabilities."

I knew Arata was being sarcastic but Ma didn’t pick up on it as she was unaware of the truth. My hands halted and I picked up my coffee to take a sip. Arata was going to pass pinching remarks and there was nothing I could do about it but to silently listen.

Ma, on the other hand, blushed and dipped her eyes towards her toast as she said.

"I know, Sweetie. I know."

Arata smirked, and her sardonic gaze found me again.

Neutral, I had to keep my expressions neutral.

"He is charming and caring and certainly knows how to make the hearts of others happy. You have raised him so well." The fakest of smiles appeared on Arata’s plump lips and I could do nothing but quietly watch while gulping the guilt and averting my gaze.

Ma beamed at her and then turned to me. Her hand reached out to touch mine.

"Karsten, your girlfriend is smitten by you. I wonder when you are going to make her your wife?"

Ma was testing the waters, and Arata was being extremely sarcastic, and for the rarest times, I was thunderstruck about what to say.