Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210:His purpose to enter your life
The car eased through the gates of the penthouse, its headlights casting long shadows against the cobbled driveway.

As it came to a halt, Winter and Kalix stepped out, the weight of the day slipping off their shoulders the moment they crossed the threshold into the comfort of home.

Winter headed straight to their bedroom to change into something comfortable before making her way into the kitchen.

The soft click of her slippers echoed against the marble as she tied her hair up and rolled up her sleeves, determined to make dinner herself tonight.

Meanwhile, Kalix walked toward Seren’s room, the quiet laughter of his daughter reaching his ears before he even opened the door. He leaned against the frame, watching her brush the mane of her unicorn plushie with deep concentration.

“Daddy!” Seren called out with a bright smile when she noticed him. She rushed over and wrapped her small arms around his legs. Flash, was wagging his tail asking for some attention

Kalix knelt to her level and scooped both of them into his arms, chuckling. “What’s my princess been up to today?”

“I made a crown!” Seren announced proudly, holding up a slightly crumpled paper tiara decorated with stickers and glitter.

He placed it gently on his head. “Do I look like a king now?”

Seren giggled. “No, Daddy. You’re a dragon who protects the queen and the princess.”

Kalix smiled, heart swelling. “Then I’ll protect you both forever.”

Back in the kitchen, Julianna wiped her hands on a towel and turned to Winter. “Please feel free to ask for help, Madame.”

Winter offered a grateful smile. “That won’t be needed, Aunt Julianna. You’ve done enough. You should rest—I’ll handle things here.”

With a nod of approval, Julianna left the kitchen, and Winter set to work. Though she wasn’t the most seasoned cook, she had a decent hand with flavors and a good memory for what Kalix liked. Tonight, she was making the same pasta she’d once tried cooking in the Greenhouse Residence—the one that ended with a triggered fire alarm and a minor panic.

She chuckled at the memory as she stirred the sauce.

This time, she was determined to get it right.

Not long after, Kalix entered the kitchen with Seren riding piggyback on his shoulders. He paused by the counter, the smell of herbs and cream thick in the air.

“Smells better than the last time already,” he teased.

Winter shot him a glare over her shoulder. “Careful, or I’ll burn it just to prove a point.”

Seren giggled from her perch. “Mama, Papa said he called the fire truck!”

Winter gasped playfully. “He told you?”

“She’s sworn to secrecy,” Kalix added, setting Seren down.

“Not anymore!” Seren sang as she skipped to the dining table.

Dinner was served shortly after, a warm and cozy spread in the softly lit dining room. The trio sat together, laughter mingling with the clinking of cutlery and the occasional dramatic storytelling from Seren about her “unicorn school.”

Kalix helped her twirl pasta on her fork while Winter poured juice into her glass. It was simple, unpretentious, and perfect.

After dinner, Seren insisted on showing both of them the ‘magic show’ she’d prepared, complete with disappearing stuffed animals and a rather impressive sleight of hand involving marshmallows.

Kalix clapped enthusiastically. “You’ve got talent, little one.”

Winter grinned. “We’re going to need a stage soon.”

Eventually, they tucked Seren into bed, with Winter reading her a short story while Kalix kissed her forehead. The little girl yawned and curled into her blankets, her tiny hand resting between them.

“Goodnight, Mama. Goodnight, Papa,” she mumbled.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart,” Winter whispered.

As they left the room, Kalix reached for Winter’s hand, interlocking their fingers as they walked down the quiet hallway together. The house had settled into stillness, filled with the kind of peace that only came after laughter and love.

“You did well tonight, Chef Winter,” Kalix said with a smirk, pulling her close as they entered their room.

Winter raised a brow. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing her temple with teasing affection.

“How about dessert then?” He murmured, his voice a low promise laced with mischief.

Winter turned her head toward him, catching the look in his eyes—dark, wanting, yet laced with something deeper… devotion.

Before she could form a reply, Kalix gently tugged her closer. The door shut behind them with a quiet click, sealing the world out as he captured her lips in a kiss that started tender, reverent.

But tenderness quickly gave way to hunger.

The kiss deepened, his hands roaming to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Winter responded with equal fervor, her fingers weaving into his hair as a soft gasp escaped her lips as Kalix groaned at the sound, the taste of her intoxicating.

He then lifted her effortlessly, setting her down against the nearest surface without breaking their connection.

“You taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had,” he rasped, his mouth brushing along her jaw, down her neck.

Winter’s breath hitched, her heart pounding. “You’re insatiable,” she whispered, trying to sound scolding, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her anticipation.

“For you?” Kalix murmured against her skin. “Always.”

Each kiss, each caress, was a silent confession—of the days he longed for her from afar, of the ache he carried before she was his. And now, with her in his arms, Kalix made no attempt to hide just how much he needed her, loved her, and worshiped her.

Their clothes became a trail across the room, discarded with abandon as the passion between them surged like a tide—overwhelming, inescapable.

Winter clung to him, her mind blissfully blank, save for the sensation of his hands, his lips, and the way he murmured her name like a sacred vow.

The night stretched on in stolen gasps and whispered promises, the stars outside bearing witness to a love that had survived in silence and shadows—now burning in full light.

When it was over, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, skin flushed, breathing slowing, hearts still pounding in sync. Kalix pressed a kiss to her shoulder, anchoring her closer.

“You’re all I’ll ever want, Winter,” he whispered into the hush of the night. “You’re my everything.”

Winter couldn’t help but smile as she nestled closer to Kalix, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a lullaby she never knew she needed. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, protective even in sleep.

Wrapped in that quiet contentment, their breathing evened out, and together, they drifted into sleep—savoring the rare peace of the moment, hearts full and souls finally at rest.

***

The next morning, Winter stirred beneath the soft sheets, stretching her limbs lazily—only to find the space beside her cold and empty. Her brows knitted with confusion. Kalix never left without at least brushing a kiss to her temple or leaving a note.

Concern prickled at her. Tossing off the covers, she moved with urgency, slipping into the bathroom for a quick shower before dressing in a soft robe. She padded out into the quiet hallway, her eyes scanning for any sign of him.

It was only when she passed James in the corridor that she found her answer.

“Mr. Andreas is in the study, ma’am,” James said respectfully. “He’s been in there since sunrise. He said he had something urgent to attend to”.

Relieved, Winter nodded in thanks, but just as she was about to turn toward the study, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen—and froze.

The name flashing across the screen was unexpected, especially this early in the morning.

Caller: Dianna

Winter didn’t hesitate. She swiped to answer, and walked onto the open balcony for some privacy. The crisp morning breeze greeted her as she brought the phone to her ear.

“What is it, Dianna?” Winter’s voice was void of any emotion but what she heard next made her brows furrow.

***

Meanwhile, inside the study, Kalix sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, eyes narrowed in deep thought as Sean stood across from him, his posture tense.

The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, but it did little to warm the weight of the revelation that now hung between them.

Sean had just dropped a bombshell—one Kalix hadn’t seen coming.

“Eric… is Alexander’s son,” Sean repeated, his voice low and measured.

Kalix’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, his mind racing. It was surprising—shocking, even. There had never been any indication, no public acknowledgment, no traceable history that linked the two men as father and son.

But now that the pieces were falling into place, the puzzle started to make a strange, twisted kind of sense.

Eric had always kept his cards close. His charm and calculated moves were all part of a persona crafted to perfection. But now, it was clear that his agenda was far more complex.

“He kept his identity hidden for a reason,” Kalix said, his voice calm but edged with steel. “Not because he was ashamed of it—but because it was leverage.”

Sean nodded. “He wanted access to Greyson International. His proximity to Winter wasn’t a coincidence. It was a calculated move to embed himself in the Grimaldi empire, using her as the key.”

Kalix’s jaw clenched. The thought of Eric using Winter—of manipulating her under the guise of affection—sent a ripple of rage through him.

“And Alexander?” Kalix asked.

“Power-hungry. Quiet. Dangerous. He’s been building his influence from the shadows for years. Now with Eric as his inside man, it’s clear he was playing a long game.”

“I doubt it’s unrelated to the project your father was supposed to undertake with them,” Sean said, his voice laced with suspicion.

Kalix didn’t hesitate. He nodded, the conclusion already forming in his mind. “It’s clear now. But what I don’t understand is—why is it only Byron they’ve approached? Why not us?”

Sean fell silent for a moment, his mind sifting through the implications. They had uncovered a critical piece of the puzzle, but it still didn’t explain the full picture. There were too many shadows around Eric and Alexander’s intentions—and too many questions left unanswered.