e-booksonline Chapter 539 The Blessing Of Family
Chapter 539 The Blessing Of Family
539 The Blessing Of Family
Bella froze...For a moment, she couldn't breathe.
She had expected anything but that.
Her hands trembled slightly on the table as she stared at him, her throat tightening, her emotions whirling in chaos inside her.
He wasn't joking.
There was no teasing smirk, no playful lilt to his voice.
Kafka—the same arrogant, smug, unshakable Kafka—was sitting there, vulnerable, waiting for her answer like it actually mattered to him.
Like she mattered to him.
A warmth spread through her chest, something overwhelming, something she didn't know how to name.
Her eyes burned slightly, and she bit her lip, trying to process what had just happened, what he had just offered her.
A second chance...A real one.
Not out of pity...Not out of obligation.
But because he wanted to...Because he chose her.
Her fingers curled like she was trying to create some warmth in the cold as she swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.
And for the first time in a long time, she felt safe.
Kafka shifted slightly in his seat, suddenly very aware of the words that had just left his mouth.
'What the hell did I just say?'
It wasn't like him to get sentimental—not like this, not so openly, and definitely not with his own emotions laid bare on the table.
The weight of his own words settled on him like an unexpected realization, and a rare warmth crept up the back of his neck. His fingers tapped anxiously against the wood of the table, resisting the urge to rub at his face in embarrassment.
He hesitated, contemplating whether he should turn his head slightly, maybe just enough to get a peek at Bella's reaction—just to gauge what she was thinking, whether she thought he had gone completely insane or was simply joking with her.
But before he could even move, something soft and warm collided into his chest.
Kafka barely had time to process it before he felt arms wrap around him tightly, pressing into him like she never wanted to let go.
His dark eyes went wide, his body instinctively stiffening for a split second before he realized—
Bella was hugging him.
No, not just hugging him—clinging to him, burying her face against him, her entire frame trembling slightly as if she were desperately trying to keep herself together.
She whe wasn't arguing with him like usual, she wasn't punching him, she wasn't scoffing, teasing, or rolling her eyes at him.
She was simply holding onto him, as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go.
Kafka blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
Then, slowly, he felt himself relax.
A small smile pulled at his lips as he let out a quiet exhale, his arms gently encircling her, one hand resting on her back, the other lightly patting the top of her head.
"So." He murmured, his voice low, teasing but warm. "Can I take that as a yes and your bestowing me the opportunity of me being your second chance?"
Bella thought about it for a second before nodding against him, her grip tightening slightly around his shirt, as if she still wasn't quite ready to let go.
Kafka's chest loosened with relief, a genuine warmth spreading through him as he closed his eyes briefly, resting his chin lightly against the top of her head.
For once, there was no need for words.
This moment, this feeling, was enough.
But then—
"Alright, alright, that's enough, you two!"
The sudden voice made them both freeze.
Kafka lifted his head lazily, while Bella groaned against his chest, already knowing who it was.
His gaze softened.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Bella and Camila, the two women who had somehow become the center of his world in ways he never expected.
And as he did—his smirk melted into something much more genuine.
He let out a quiet breath, his lips curving into a smile—a real, heartfelt one.
"To the most beautiful and wonderful mother-daughter pair I was lucky enough to meet." He said, his voice gentle but sure, filled with an undeniable warmth.
Bella and Camila both froze for a split second.
"I thank God for the blessing of bringing you two into my life." He continued smoothly, tilting his head slightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Silence.
And then, both Bella and Camila blushed.
It was brief, barely noticeable, but Kafka caught it.
Bella immediately cleared her throat and snatched her glass, clinking it against his hurriedly.
"Alright, enough of that, drink up!" She said, deliberately diverting the conversation.
Camila, also flustered, quickly followed suit, lifting her glass and clinking it against his as well. "Yes, yes, drink up before the food gets cold!"
Kafka laughed, shaking his head, fully amused by their reaction. But he didn't push it.
Instead, he took a sip of his drink, smiling against the rim of his glass.
This...This was home.
The laughter, the clinking of glasses, the lighthearted teasing—This was what life was about.
His gaze remained locked on his plate, his fork pushing around the pasta he didn't even want. His jaw clenched.
Camila...She hadn't listened to him.
He had asked her to make something else—had told her he didn't want pasta.
And yet, here it was, steaming on his plate, as if his words had meant nothing at all.
In the past, if he had made such a request, she would have changed the meal immediately, without hesitation, without question.
She had always been attentive, always making sure her family's needs came first.
But now?...Now, she didn't even spare him a glance.
Instead, she was laughing at Kafka's jokes, pouring juice for him, checking to see if he was enjoying the food—the way she used to with him.
His fingers curled tightly around his fork, the sharp tips scraping against the table.
And then there was Bella.
She always sat beside him at the table, always his little girl, always within his reach, always listening to his words, valuing his opinions.
Now...Now she was sitting next to him.
To that boy.
That damn boy who barged into his life uninvited, who turned his daughter against him, who made his wife ignore him.
He felt like an outsider in his own home.
A humiliated stranger at his own table.
This was supposed to be the night he came back to his perfect wife, his obedient daughter, the life he had so carefully built—the one he thought would always be there waiting for him.
But now...Now, it was ruined.
Because of him.
That devil who somehow slithered his way in and took everything from him.
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