Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: How could you do that me
Winter had just tucked Seren into bed and was about to leave the room when her phone rang. Her brows furrowed at the sight of an unknown number flashing on the screen. She hesitated, finger hovering over the screen, but ultimately refused to answer.

When the same number called again—twice, then thrice—her suspicion grew. With a wary glance toward Seren’s sleeping form, she stepped out into the hallway and answered the call, her voice edged with caution.

“Hello?”

Silence.

Her frown deepened. After all those relentless calls, the person on the other end refused to speak. She was about to hang up when a familiar voice finally broke the stillness, halting her finger mid-air.

“Winter…”

The crease between her brows tightened. Eric. His voice was unmistakable, though it slurred heavily, betraying the drunkenness lacing his words.

Still, the knowledge of his condition did nothing to soften her tone.

“What do you want, Eric? Haven’t you had enough of getting slapped by me? Now you’re harassing me with calls from a different number?”

She had blocked his number after the truth about Agnes came to light. Eric likely wanted answers—why she had exposed them, why she’d dragged their past into the public eye. But Winter owed him nothing. Not after everything he had done. Not after he stood silently by, enabling Agnes in her obsession and cruelty.

If she hadn’t seen those photos on Agnes’s phone—the ones of her and Eric—she wouldn’t have realized the reason behind Agnes’s insanity. He was the reason her stepsister spiraled so far she’d tried to run her down with a car.

And now he had the audacity to call her.

“How could you do that to me, Winter? Why would you marry that man?” Eric slurred, completely ignoring her words and demanding answers as if he had any right to them.

Winter blinked, stunned by his audacity. After everything, he still had the nerve to make her the villain? Still clinging to the illusion that she owed him anything?

She drew in a sharp breath, her voice calm but ice-cold. “You don’t need to know anything, Eric. And I suggest you go and handle Agnes before she does something reckless just from seeing you talk to me.”

Her grip on the phone tightened. “Because if she does… I promise you, this time there will be consequences.”

Without waiting for his response, she ended the call and stormed out of the room and reached Kalix’s.

The second she stepped inside, she found him at his desk, still buried in work, the soft glow of his laptop screen highlighting the sharp angles of his face.

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Why can’t you keep that laptop away for once? It’s late, Kalix. You should be resting instead of working like a machine running on full charge.”

Her words came out sharper than intended, her frustration spilling over before she could stop it.

Kalix raised a brow, clearly amused. He leaned back in his chair, giving her a curious once-over. “You were perfectly fine a few minutes ago when you left with Seren,” he said calmly. “Now you’re picking a fight with me over my laptop?”

Then he noticed the way her hand clutched her phone like it might shatter under her grip. His expression shifted subtly, the amusement in his eyes replaced by concern.

“Who called you, Angel?” he asked, his voice low and serious.

Winter was caught off guard by his question. Before she could respond, Kalix stood up from his chair and approached her with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes didn’t leave hers, but his hand moved gently toward the phone clenched tightly in her grip.

Only then did she realize how hard she’d been holding it. Her knuckles had turned white, and the faint tremble in her fingers betrayed the storm still brewing inside her. Of course he noticed. Kalix always noticed.

He didn’t say anything right away. He simply waited—close enough for her to feel the steady calm of his presence, yet giving her enough space to choose whether to speak.

Winter hesitated for a beat, the war in her chest flickering across her face. But unlike before, she didn’t make him wait too long.

“It was Eric,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “He called me… drunk. Angry.”

Kalix’s expression darkened instantly. The warmth in his eyes cooled into something sharp and dangerous, his jaw tightening as the name settled in the air between them like poison.

“What did he say?” Kalix asked, his voice dropping a decibel lower—quiet, cold, like the sudden dip in temperature around them.

Winter swallowed hard. She knew just the mention of Eric’s name was enough to awaken the beast within Kalix. But watching that fury simmer just beneath the surface—contained but on the edge of slipping—was far more terrifying than an open outburst.

“Did he try to blame you for choosing better than a bastard like him?” he added, each word laced with a venomous calm that left her speechless.

Winter stared at him in stunned silence, her lips parting in disbelief. “H-How did you—?”

She didn’t get to finish. Kalix pulled her into him with sudden, purposeful force, closing the space between them until their chests collided.

“You’re mine, Angel,” he growled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. “And he doesn’t deserve you.”

The glint of jealousy burning in his gaze left Winter frozen. She hadn’t expected this depth of emotion—not tonight, not like this.

But before she could fully process it, his lips crashed against hers in a possessive kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was a claim—raw, overwhelming, and utterly consuming.

Despite still recovering from his injuries, Kalix’s strength hadn’t faltered. He held her like she was the only anchor keeping him from slipping into the darkness. Like he’d waited years for this moment—years of quiet longing, of silent sacrifices—and now that he had her, he refused to let go.

And Winter… she understood.

She didn’t push him away. She didn’t fight the storm brewing inside him. Instead, she reached for him—not out of submission, but out of love. Out of the need to remind him that he didn’t have to fight for her anymore.

She was already his.

There was no trace of fear in her touch as she kissed him back with the same urgency, the same possession. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her body molded to his. She gave him what he needed—not resistance, but reassurance.

They might be different in the way they handled their feelings. Kalix burned hot and fierce while she held her emotions close, steady, and quiet. But she knew exactly how to tame him—by claiming him, just as he claimed her.

And in that moment, they weren’t two people wounded by the past.

They were something stronger.

Together.

“I’m yours, Kalix,” Winter whispered, gasping softly for air, her voice shaky but sure. “In every sense. And no one—not even Eric—needs to know why I chose you.”

Her eyes remained locked on his, unwavering. No hesitation. No doubt.

Eric could think whatever he wanted. He could spit his bitterness, blame her, and curse her choices—but none of it mattered. Winter knew the truth of her heart. She knew why she chose Kalix and how deeply she wanted him.

He wasn’t just Seren’s father.

He was the man she had fallen for—despite every wall she had built around her heart.

“You can’t leave me, Angel,” Kalix said, his voice low, almost broken beneath the weight of his fear.

Winter’s chest ached at the vulnerability she saw in his eyes—eyes that still simmered with insecurity, no matter how strong he stood. If she hadn’t known what he’d been through, if she hadn’t seen the scars losing his parents had left behind, she might’ve been angry. Might’ve pulled away from the intensity of his need.

But she knew.

She understood that beneath his possessiveness was a boy who’d been abandoned too young. A man who had taught himself never to need anyone—only to find, in her, someone he couldn’t live without.

And the truth was… she didn’t want to live without him either.

“I won’t,” she said softly, sealing her promise with a kiss—gentle, reassuring.

Her lips met his in a silent vow, and in that moment, it wasn’t about claiming or possessing. It was about staying.

Kalix felt the tension in his muscles slowly unravel, the storm inside him easing as her words settled into his heart. Without hesitation, he kissed her like his life depended on it.

She wasn’t just anyone—she was the light he had been chasing in the dark for so long. The hope he didn’t know he needed until she became his. Her words were enough to soothe the beast within him… but it was her actions—soft, steady, unwavering—that truly calmed the chaos in his soul.

However, he still couldn’t get over the fact that Eric had the nerve to reach out to Winter—and for that, he needed to be dealt with.