Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 51 It's Not My Habit To Toy Anyone

"But I like Mr. McNaught better because he is so gentle and nice and he always smiles." Teri's eyes appeared like that of a puppy.

"But what am I curios about is the resemblance between the child and–" driver Joe was interrupted by a clearing of the throat from behind them.

"Ahem!" they looked behind and all became startled when they saw Mr. John Howard standing. "...who are you looking at?"

"Ahh.. nothing, sir." Driver Joe answered and he sweated on his forehead.

Then one by one excused themselves, dispersed and went to their respective ch.o.r.es. Then John Howard gazed at where the servant were looking at, he heaved a sigh for what he saw. He could not understand what he feels but it seems like Clifford and Ingrid had something deeper things to discover.

As Ingrid's father he knew his daughter very well. She is not the kind of a daughter that is easily distracted but focused on what she is doing despite the negative circ.u.mstances she is facing. But now? He could only shake his head. He was even so shock when he saw his grandson and the man's features. How come that Ingrid could not make sense of their resemblance? With this thought in mind, he went back to the table and act as if nothing happened. They waited still for the three to arrive.

Lance could no longer hold back his worry, so he stood up and went inside the house. He saw that Ingrid was leaning on the couch, closing her eyes, while Cliff was still sitting on the floor putting a bandage on her foot and a faint smile could be seen in his lips as if he is so happy on what he is performing. Clark at the same time looked admiringly to what Cliff is doing.

"Ingrid, how do you feel now?" in a flash Lance was already at her side and Ingrid tried to smile.

"Somehow, okay."

"I know you still can't walk so I'll volunteer to carry you back outside so that you can eat your dinner. We did not eat yet, because we decided to wait for you." He spoke with full of concern.

"Excuse me, uncle Lance, I think uncle Cliff is the one who will carry my mom back, right uncle Cliff?" the child spoke as if he is in charge of who has the right to carry his mom.

Lance was caught off guard on what the child says.

'How could I get closer to this child?' he mused.

"Clark, let uncle Lance a.s.sist me back, because uncle Cliff is already tired and he is our visitor, it isn't nice to bother your visitor, right Clifford?" she said glaring at Cliff silently communicating him that he should not consent to the child's suggestion.

"I'm not tired and I don't mind to carry you back." Clifford did not heed to what she silently hinted. "...besides, I skipped going to gym lately because of work, so I'll take this as my exercise." He responded without smiling.

"Do you really find it irresistible to toy me, Clifford Briggs?" she retorted.

"Toying? No, I don't think so." Seriousness is seen in his face. "... It's not my habit to toy anyone, Ingrid Howard." He looked straight to her eyes and both of them sizing up each other.

Ingrid conceded her gaze because she knew she will be defeated...

Again!

Lance was somewhat disappointed on the outcome, but he knew that he has still days to spend his time with before he went back to Vierra together with Ingrid's parents. He resolved that one of these days he will be intentional and be clearer in pursuing Ingrid. He will no longer hold back and he will eventually confess his love for her no matter what.

"Alright, alright! I'll let you carry me, but this will be the last time, is it a deal?"

"Hmmm...." Clifford never agreed nor disagreed with her.

Not to let Lance have his chance, he abruptly scooped her up from the couch and carried her back to the gardens where their parents are waiting for them. When they came into view, all of them, Howards and Briggs stood up and was in awe on what they see in their minds' eyes and their jaw dropped.