Chapter 44 Henpecked Husband.

When Daniel showed Delyth's social media page to Ryan, he didn't understand what Daniel meant at first. But then his eyes caught the recent post she had made several minutes before but not very long ago Ryan's gaze turned frigid as he read it slowly: [Thank you for all your love and support during this difficult time. I am safe now, but it's heartbreaking how some people can come between what's real and cause such unbearable pain. But the truth always comes to light, and love will always prevail. With all my fans' love, I will surely keep shining. Love you, everyone.♥️] "Delyth posted this right when Arwen left. Although the words are subtle, they clearly tells who's to blame. With most people knowing three of your history, her fans didn't need to think too deeply to figure out what she was implying," Daniel said before glancing towards the woman, who had clearly gone a shade paler. Ryan also turned to face Delyth. His expression was ready to cut her soul. But before he could say something, Delyth spoke first, "What wrong, Ryan? What's wrong with my post?" "Delyth, your fans just tried to harm Arwen. Don't you realize how likely it is because of your post?" Ryan asked, still somewhat skeptical. "Was harming Arwen your reason?" Delyth immediately shook her head. "Definitely not. Why would I do that? I simply posted my thoughts out and thanked my fans for supporting me. I heard they have been standing down there all this time, so I was overwhelmed. I never mentioned her name. I really didn't think that my fans would weave their own story. Believe me, Ryan. How could I do that?" she said. And Daniel couldn't help but scoff. Not just your fan —if I didn't know any better, even I would have woven the same story they did," he said. Then looking at Ryan, he added, "Anyway, Ryan do you see things clearly now?"@@@@ Ryan's brows furrowed for a moment, but he rejected everything Daniel had worked to prove. "Delyth wouldn't do anything like that. If something got stirred up, it's was not her intention. Unintentional things happen sometimes. This could just be one of those times. Besides, Arwen is fine. Nothing happened, so let's not make a big deal out of this," Ryan said. Arwen glanced out briefly before saying, "That's good. Mr. Ethan, please help Aiden." "I can walk on my own. His help isn't needed," Aiden replied. Just as he said that, Arwen snapped at him like an irritated wife. "It's damn needed, SIR. Can you not go against my request just once? You have already gone twice in one day. And I certainly won't like it for the third time," she said, her tone so audacious that Emyr visibly gulped. His eye darted to his boss immediately, expecting something bad to happen the next. But what happened was not just bad —it was the worst. Worst for his heart! Because nothing at all happened as he expected. The Hell didn't freeze, nor did the Heaven fall. Emyr wanted to sob and tell the world of his suffering. But he knew he couldn't. The pain he was suffering couldn't be put into words. It could only be experienced, just as he was experiencing. All the legends that he seemed to be journaling over the years, standing tall beside his boss, now seemed like myths —far from the reality. Myth to an extent where he almost doubted if his boss was the same person he had known all these years. Or had some doppelganger taken his mighty spot? His boss had been titled cold yet fierce Dragon King in his circle, yet ever since he met the lady, he has been anything but cold and fierce. He had just been snapped at, and if it had happened anywhere else, Emyr could vouch that the consequences would have been gruesome that even the torture of Hell couldn't compare. But now, the same Dragon King had be reprimanded by his wife, and he was taking it all like any henpecked husband would. Was this what they meant when they said that love could change even a beast? "Mr. Ethan, we don't yet to know how badly he is hurt. He hasn't allowed me to see, but with the blood oozing like that, I think it would be better if you support him inside," Arwen said, her tone more like a strict instruction. Emyr nodded to her. But when she didn't see him move at her request, her patience snapped. "Mr. Ethan, the sooner, the better. Can we not delay more than we already have? Please." And Emyr was instantly embarrassed. "I am sorry. I will do it right away," he apologized and quickly stepped out to help Aiden as Arwen had asked him.