HER ALPHA'S CARNAL SINS
Chapter 125: What if she’s not dead?

Chapter 125: What if she’s not dead?

She pushed him aside, such that he stepped three paces back before she escaped from his grip, running away.

Barton just stood there with a complicated expression, before a small smile rose up on his face. After a short while, he followed her, stiffling a soft chuckle.

Soon, he caught up with her. She had stopped long ago, and was staring in shock at the apple gun tree before her, not noticing his prescence for a few minutes, her mouth parted open in shock .

"T- This is the gun tree?" She stuttered, subconsciously moving close to put her hand on the bark, going round and feeling the rough bark against her palm.

Barton simply moved close and stretched his hand up without any effort, reaching up to grab an apple. Once he brought it down to her face level, he showed her the apple and she came close to peer at it.

"It’s just a normal apple," she said as she stole a glance at him, but he was already looking at her, so their gazes locked for a few seconds. She looked back down, avoiding his eyes brimming of something unfathomable. "What makes it special from any other apple from a normal apple tree."

"Witches usually use these apples to make all of their potions. It’s quite rare, yet very mandatory in all their potion’s formula. Like water. We can’t do without it while cooking."

Dora’s eyes suddenly gleamed in interest as she stared intently at the apple before glancing up at Barton again, this time with curiosity.

"Can I eat it... "

He handed it to her.

"Of course you can, it’s an apple."

She rolled her eyes at his sarcarstic comment before sinking her teeth into it, taking a bite and chewing it, closing her eyes while relishing the sweet unique taste of the fruit.

Barton didn’t hesitate, the next minute, he had pulled out a polythene nylon folded into his pockets, and soon he was moving around the tree, filling the bag with the apples.

Dora watched him, lazily chewing on the apple in her grasp.

*

Daniel had his knees hunched up to his chin, his arms folded around them as he looked at her.

He wasn’t concentrating on the third peanut butter sandwich she was making for him, but on her.

Her eyes were cast low, and her brows were knotted in concerntration. From all her visible features so far, she looked like she was hellbent on what she was doing.

She was so engrossed in making the sandwich, she didn’t realize that Daniel had lowered his eyes to watch the way she smeared the peanut butter all over the bread.

For a while, there was silence until she glanced up innocently,

"Here- "

He slowly took it without a word.

"Did you know Naomi?"

"What?" She couldn’t help but gasp.

He narrowed his eyes at her, not even eating immediately as before.

"She had ... She had the same name as you, but I was wondering if maybe you met her? Since you worked at the mansion as a child. She did to. She was... "

Not wanting to sound suspicious, she asked.

"No I... didn’t, what do you mean by ’She had the same name as me?’"

His sandwich finally slipped from his hand and fell to the paper plate, and he looked away.

"She’s dead."

There was silence for a while, until she finally found the guts to speak,

"Why did you ask?"

"The way you smear the peanut butter over the bread... it’s similar to how she does mine when I was little," he suddenly chuckled softly, and she just silently watched him. "She would make one for me everyday, even when I would go to school hungry because I was mad at my dad, she would always bring me a peanut butter sandwich at school. I once asked her how she did it, and she showed me, and that’s when I derived some sort of fun watching her smear it over the bread like that."

Naomi didn’t say anything, but quietly took her own sandwich to eat. She would slip it into her mouth from her mask and chew on it. She had been doing this since the picnic begun, and despite all the weird looks she got from Daniel, she was scared, anticipating when he would question her about her mask again.

"I miss her." She suddenly heard him whisper, and she froze.

After another round of uncomfortable silence passed, she asked.

"Just... how special was she to you?"

"She was as special as my peanut butter sandwiches." He replied. It a way, it hurt her heart, that she was this special to him, but she couldn’t help but smile just as he did at the joke.

"She’s gone... but that doesn’t mean you won’t find anyone special to you. Someone you’d cherish more than her?" She said, but regretted it the next Minute when he looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Like Dora?" A crude, mock smirk appeared on his lips.

She didn’t reply, but glanced down to pull off a blue berry and slip it into her mouth.

"Or maybe you?"

She froze, a blue berry mid way close to her face when she felt him approach her. She stiffened and looked up, only to scrambled back, before he finally stopped crawling towards her, not wanting to tease her anymore for fear that she should run away and get lost herself.

However, there was still that mock smirk on his face which infuriated her.

"Well to answer your question," her face fell at his next words. "I don’t think I’d find anyone as special as her."

She felt her heart swell, at the same time clench. She feigned nonchalance as she snuck a blue berry Into her mouth, before asking,

"What If she’s not dead... "

On seeing the look he gave her, she blushed, quickly reconstructing her words.

"I mean... what if she was just in another pack, and didn’t want you to know she was alive."

He suddenly frowned, and his gaze turned suspicious. She felt that her question was a bit too direct, and she regretted asking it as the last minute, but she really wanted to know his answer.

What would he do if he found out she was still alive, after all these years?