CHAPTER40
Asking Permission.
NATASHA'S POV:-
I brought Bryan to our bedroom and helped him on the bed. "You need to slow down a little, Bryan. You are still recovering. You should have waited for a few days." I scolded him because I couldn't see how pain had contoured his face again.
"I am fine! Nothing's wrong with me." Bryan spoke in a low tone while rolling his eyes at me in annoyance.
I stepped away from the bed and walked toward the table where all his medicines were. I grabbed a pain killer and walked back towards Bryan, holding a glass of water along. He took the medicine without arguing with me. "I thought your father would be mad because we left without informing him. But he was not that angry after talking with you." I asked Bryan in a confused tone.
My question made him chuckle. "That's my father. I knew he wouldn't be angry once he learned the truth." Bryan's response left me surprised. It was strange for me. But maybe that's how they worked.