Returning Back to His Arms

For this past weeks and especially during Christmas that Lyndon is not with them, Misha somewhat became sad. She could not measure how deep that hole the sadness dug inside her heart.

She did not have anything to do in the island and often stare in to space blankly thinking of how Lyndon had fought battles without her by his side.

She felt powerless and helpless and it added it into her insecurity.

It's already two days after Christmas yet, she did not receive a single call from the man which made her more sad even more.

The waves on the shore touched her feet barely as she walked down aimlessly. A lot of twigs and broken branches were scattered ashore. She then found some shells on the shore which brighten her mood somehow but the hollow she felt inside was still there.

She's quite far from the villa and her two angels slept soundly moreover, there's that nanny Lyndon hired for her so she's not worried at all.

She absentmindedly walked down the shore until her bare feet scratched some broken glass shards which made her feet bleed profusely.

The pain came the second she walked away from the sand and sat down to inspect it. Mimi and Sasha were playing on the waters but then they ran back excitedly while wagging their tails.

They had sensed someone important family member came over.

Misha was left alone with the two other pups which seemed not to notice anything. They just rolled and played over. Misha's brow wrinkled by the pain she felt from her foot. She could not help but frightened of the blood that oozed out. She trembled slightly and gasped in shock. It seemed that the cut was deep and a vein was cut.

She could not stand the sight of the blood and she felt that she became dizzy. Her vision blurred and was about to fall but then a strong arm caught her.

Her world completely darkened.

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Lyndon arrived in the island with so much anticipation. He's missing her so badly that he did not think of anything and flew over without any notice.

He could not stand by the second she's away from him and the little angels.

He was glad that she's doing well on the days that they were apart but when he saw her sitting on the shore unmoving, he noticed that something's not right so he ran towards her and caught her in his embrace.

He frowned upon seeing that she looked so pale and thin.

Then his gaze fell on the bloody foot which made him panic.

He rushed back to the villa in panic. He did not know that Misha would develop such phobia after that incident with Belle.

Misha dreamt about the time when they first met and when they separated with a big misunderstanding. She dreamt all of it and felt that it was a very long time ago.

When her eyes fluttered open, she noticed that she's back at the villa and she's lying on the bed alone.

Who carried her back? She only felt that her vision darkened and then when she's about to fall, someone caught her.

Her heart thumped as she knew who could it be.

She jerked up in bed and wanted to find the man who lingered in her mind all this time.

She missed him so badly.

She flung the sheets and started to climb out from the bed when the door flung open.

She looked at the man that's carrying a food tray along with the roses.

She smiled. Lyndon smiled at her sweetly. It was that smile that was only for her.

"Good morning..." Lyndon slowly walked towards the bed.

"Good morning.. Welcome back!" she said after a moment of loss.

"I'm back..." as he stared straight to her eyes with so much emotion.

Misha could not contain her excitement anymore and jumped to him. Fortunately, he caught her and put her into his embrace.

Last night, worried him so much that he could not sleep as he gazed her sleeping face. She's so thin and pale.

Misha returned his hugs with equal emotion.

She's not dreaming. He's finally here and she's finally back in his embrace.

Lyndon inhaled her unique scent. He's so drawn to this scent and the only scent that he did not found repulsive to his senses.

It felt a very long time since they hugged and shared the same emotion between them.

"I'm sorry for getting back late..." his voice became hoarse and low. It was like he was supressing his own emotions and could not held it anymore

Misha shook her head as she buried it in his neck while her tears streamed down on her face.