Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: You really know how to distract me

Kalix remained unfazed, the amused smile on his face only adding to Winter’s frustration.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice surprisingly steady despite his disheveled state.

Winter frowned in confusion, but then something clicked. She leaned in, sniffing lightly, and her expression darkened.

“No way—you’ve been drinking all night? Is that why you refused to come home?” she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.

Kalix didn’t respond, but the way his eyes shifted reminded Winter that they weren’t alone in the room.

‘God, this is getting on my nerves,’ she seethed internally before grabbing his uninjured hand and dragging him out.

Kalix stumbled slightly but followed her like an obedient child, silent as she led him into his own room.

“Sit down,” she ordered, pointing to the bed.

Without a word, Kalix complied, still wearing that infuriating smirk.

Winter rolled her eyes.

‘Why on earth is he smiling like that? For God’s sake, I’m scolding him!’

Ignoring his cheeky expression, she turned to look around, searching for the first-aid kit.

Before she could ask, Kalix spoke. “The first aid kit is in the left drawer of the side table.”

Winter shot him another furious glare, but the smug look on his face only made her blood boil more.

Gritting her teeth, she retrieved the kit and returned to his side. Sitting next to him, she examined the cut on his hand.

“Did you break a glass?” she asked, her voice softer this time.

“Hmm,” he hummed, not denying it, though his vague response made it clear he didn’t want to elaborate.

Winter sighed and grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it in antiseptic before gently dabbing at his wound. Though it wasn’t too deep, the gash was wide enough to make her chest tighten with concern.

She noticed how silent he remained, not even flinching as she treated him.

‘Is he used to pain like this?’ she wondered. It made sense—Kalix was no stranger to injuries far worse than this. But even knowing that, she couldn’t stop the pang of sympathy that twisted inside her.

Once she was finished, she stood up and returned the first-aid kit to its place.

“Freshen up and go to bed. It’s late,” she said, turning to leave without a second glance.

“Wait.”

Kalix’s deep voice stopped her, and before she could react, his hand reached out, gripping her wrist. With one swift motion, he pulled her down, making her land on his lap.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Winter’s breath hitched.Then, without warning, Kalix’s lips met hers.

“Hmm, Kalix, you’re drunk,” Winter tried to stop him, but the moment she saw the pain in his eyes, her heart clenched.

‘Why is he staring at me with so much pain?’ she wondered, her chest tightening.

She had never seen Kalix this vulnerable before. This side of him—unshielded, raw—compelled her to respond, to ease the storm behind his gaze.

Her hand lifted to cup his face, her thumb gently tracing the furrowed line between his brows.

“Did you meet Eric?” he suddenly asked.

Winter froze, her thumb halting against his temple.

Her eyes locked onto his restless, burning stare, and without hesitation, she nodded.

Kalix’s jaw tightened. “Did he touch you?”

His question caught her off guard, leaving her speechless.

Winter hadn’t realized Kalix had been watching over her. But now, as her mind drifted back to Stanley, everything started falling into place.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” he pressed, his fingers tilting her chin upward, his gaze now lingering on her lips.

Before she could answer, he leaned in and brushed a feather-light kiss over them.

“No hiding,” he murmured, his tone laced with warning, making her pulse quicken.

Winter swallowed, searching his expression. “Are you even in a state to take my words calmly, or should I wait for you to sober up?” she asked carefully.

Her response made Kalix chuckle, though there was no real amusement in it.

“Is it something so offensive that my blood will boil in rage and I’ll end up killing him?”

Winter’s breath hitched. The lethal promise in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, a reminder of exactly what kind of man he was.

“Then I suppose we should wait for you to get sober,” she reasoned, trying to free herself from his grasp.

But Kalix refused to let go. His grip remained firm, possessive.

“Don’t change the topic, Angel,” he warned, his voice dropping an octave, thick with danger. “Or else the consequences will be worse.”

A tremor ran through Winter. The sheer command in his voice pinned her in place, making her realize there was no escape.

Winter knew she had to do something to prolong this conversation until the next day. She couldn’t predict Kalix’s reaction—he looked calm, but the storm in his eyes was destructive. What had happened with Eric wasn’t a big deal, but she couldn’t let Kalix act recklessly.

Her thoughts raced as she held his gaze, searching for a way out. Then, without a word, she suddenly sealed his lips with hers.

Kalix stiffened, momentarily astounded by the unexpected kiss. But as Winter straddled his lap and gently pushed him onto the bed, his tension eased, his guard dropping.

Her movements were hesitant, almost sloppy, yet they ignited something within him—an uncontrollable flame.

With a swift motion, he flipped her over, hovering above her as he claimed her lips hungrily.

Winter gasped as her legs spread instinctively, his knee pressing against her clit, sending a strange, shivering sensation through her body.

“You really know how to distract me, Angel,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

Winter barely registered his words. She was too lost in the heat of the moment, the intoxicating way he moved against her.

As their lips mingled, Kalix pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips, urging her to open for him. When she did, he deepened the kiss, his taste a mix of bittersweet alcohol and raw intensity.

Her mind was growing hazy, her body betraying her logic as she melted into him.

She knew she needed to stop before they crossed a line—before she lost control completely. But her body refused to obey.

She didn’t know how long they kissed, how long they let themselves fall into each other. But then, like a switch had flipped, Kalix’s body suddenly went limp against her.

The sound of soft snoring reached her ears.

Winter blinked, turning her head slightly.

Her lips parted in disbelief as she took in the sight of him—Kalix, passed out on top of her, sleeping like a baby.

A small, amused smile played on her lips. Carefully, she pushed him to the side, her heart still racing as she lingered for a moment, studying his now-peaceful face.

Finally, she exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her.

Tucking Kalix under the comforter, Winter slid off the bed.

As she stood there, watching him, the moment burned itself into her memory—one she knew she wouldn’t forget so easily.

Her gaze darkened, and with a quiet, swift motion, she walked out of the room.