Chapter 264 - Guardian Angel Or Devil Caretaker?

Lost in her thoughts, she gazed out of the tinted window as her fingers played with the heart shaped locket which was dangling around her slender neck. The corners of her lips turned upwards as her thoughts ran back to the events of last night. She couldn't help but blush a little when the memories of last night rushed back to her mind. How Adam had responded when she asked him to put the locket on her. His treacherous fingers lingered on her figure for much longer than it was required, and his lips soon joined them. 

"We have arrived." 

Edward's voice made her come out of her daydreaming. Her eyes regained their focus on the surroundings as she felt the car coming to a stop before the entrance of a cemetery. 

"Thanks, Edward." She gave him a polite smile while looking into the rear view mirror. Shifting her gaze back to space next to her, she picked up the bouquet of red roses which was resting by her side. It's way actually a really simple one, consisting of a dozen of long stemmed red roses which were bound together by a white mesh with a bow at the front. 

She opened the backseat door and was about to step out, but stopped. Turning her face back to her driver-cum-bodyguard, she spoke up. "I would prefer it if you stay in the car. I want to be alone with my parents." Her voice was firm and resolute, giving the man no choice but to nod his head in response. 

Stepping out of the car, she put on her sunglasses and began to walk down the familiar cobblestoned path with the bouquet dangling from her hand. Memories from her previous visits to her parents' graves came rushing to her mind. She still remembered it as clearly as a bright day. She was barely a teenager when they left her on her own. But she didn't hold them responsible for it, it's not like it was their fault. Moreover, they were like her safe heaven even after they passed away. 

Lost in her thoughts she stumbled a little when the wedges she was wearing hit against a small stone which was popping out of the ground. Before she could lose her footing and fall, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, supporting her dainty frame. 

"Easy, child." A slight raspy voice was heard which wasn't too unfamiliar to her ears. "I don't think that hitting the ground will do you any good, especially in this condition." He continued as he holded her frame up, making sure her feet were firmly placed on the ground before he retracted his hand. 

"You are already here." She looked up from the ground and saw Carston standing right next to her. Her eyes moved to the two gravestones on her left and widened a little. She didn't even realize when she had walked all the way in to where she was standing at the moment, just before her parents' graves. 'Looks like I was too occupied by my thoughts.' 

"Of course." He replied to her briefly as he took a couple of steps closer to the graves. "I left for Amsterdam the moment I received your text." Sitting down on the ground with crossed legs, he continued. 

"Looks like someone was too eager." She commented in a soft voice before joining him. "How exactly do you know about 'my condition'?" She placed down the bouquet in between the two stones and questioned him.

Hearing her words, the man chuckled lightly. "I know about a lot of things which go on in your life. I have always kept an eye on you after your parents left this cruel world." 

"Oh really? I didn't know that I have a guardian angel." She scoffed. 

"Nah! I am no guardian angel. I am more like your devil caretaker." He gave her a brief smile. 

"Aren't you supposed to hate me?" She asked him with a confused expression. "From what my mind could gather from our previous meeting, you probably had a thing for my mother but she didn't have the same feelings for you. You hated my father because of it, didn't you?" 

"A little correction, I didn't hate your father. I still hate him". He moved his eyes from the stones to the lady sitting next to her and saw her giving him a 'are you kidding me?' look. Before she could interrupt him, he decided to continue. "Let me tell you a story about a girl, a boy who fell head over heels in love with the girl the first time his eyes landed on her. But he was too afraid to say to her face, so he decided to play it cool. One thing led to another and they ended up being best friends."

"Don't tell me that you are talking about yourself and my mother?" She spoke up, interrupting him. But the man didn't listen to her and continued with his story.

"As time went on, their friendship grew stronger, and so did his feelings for her. Even though the boy knew that she didn't have any interest in him and only looked at him as her best friend, he still wanted to give it a go. But he was too scared of the heartbreak which would follow his confession. So he decided to keep his feelings to himself for a little longer." He paused for a little while and took a long breath in.

"On a beautiful but rather an unfortunate day, another boy entered their lives. He was tall and handsome, with a body that girls could drool over. And just like all the other girls, his best friend also fell for him. But there was one difference which made the girl stand out from the huge out. She was damn headstrong and actually made the overly proud newbie fall for her."

"Hold on!" She spoke up, interrupting him once again. "The overly proud newbie was my father?" She gave him a quizzical look, hoping that he would answer him this time, but he did not.

"Stop interrupting me, little one. Let me finish first and I will answer all your queries." He gave her an annoyed look before shifting his gaze back to the two tombstones. "After seeing her with some other boy, he was more than jealous. He wanted to take the guy out of her life more than anything. But his love for her stopped him from doing so. He wasn't blind to not see how happy she was with the other guy. So he decided to look over her from a distance."  

He stopped and began to fish something out of his coat's inner pockets. He shifted from one pocket to the other as he looked for whatever he was looking for. Stella was about to question his actions, but her words died down at the back of her throat when she saw him pulling out an old polaroid. 

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