Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 18: The Golden Eagle Hotel

"Wow! this is so cool, Kyle! Can I watch princess videos from here?" Kenzie asked Kyle.

"Sure, Kenzie!" Kyle answered. "Let me help you."

While the kids were already exploring Kyle's new laptop from the opposite side of the couch, Ethan and John sat across them, observing the two.

"Kyle is a smart boy," remarked John. "He likes gadgets, boss... Just like you."

"Hmmmm," Ethan acknowledged while maintaining to study the two young children.

Since they arrived at the condo unit assigned to Samantha, Ethan's eyes had already roamed the entire living room space.

Apart from two dolls that were in the sitting area, Ethan was generally pleased with how everything was in order. The floor was spot clean for a home with two kids. Despite only having relocated to the city for three days, Ethan thought Samantha and her aunt did well for the place.

He never liked lingering in a chaotic space. Thus, Samantha's home warranted an approval from Ethan.

"Here you go, Mr. Wright. A glass of water," Diana Turner said while putting two glasses of the table down at the living room table.

After a second of staring at Ethan, Diana turned her attention to Kyle. Then began a series of stares that went back and forth between Ethan and the young boy. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

A laugh left John Garcia's lips, and he remarked, "I know, I'd had the same gaping moment, just looking at the two."

"Ma'am, I'm John Garcia, I am the assistant to Mr. Wright," said John while extending his hand.

"Oh, please forgive Sam's manners. She failed to introduce me. My name is Diana Turner. I am her aunt," said Diana. "May I say... what an honor it is to be graced by the CEO of The Wright Diamond Corporation."

"I have a meeting with Miss Davis and thought to give her son a present along with her work laptop," Ethan created an excuse before he complimented, "You and Miss Davis, must have worked hard to keep the place tidy."

"Oh, yes, but Kyle is also a big help." Diana wrinkled her nose and explained, "He doesn't like having so much mess."

Diana laughed before telling, "Kyle - he has this peculiar behavior. He double wipes his plates and utensils, he arranges the throw pillows and he... he has bionic eyes. He can practically see a small spot of stain in the house."

"Oh, it's the same with Mr. Wright," John eagerly reported. "The office is always spot clean and if you notice, so is the hotel."

"How nice... Just like Kyle," Diana said while frowning at the coincidence.

Not only did Ethan Wright look the same as Kyle, but they seemed to also have the same compulsion for cleanliness? These were the thoughts that lingered in her head.

Diana was about to turn back to the kitchen, but something in her urged her body to look back at Ethan.

She gradually took the seat in between the kids and the two gentlemen while remaining to stare at the man. She cleared her throat and asked, "Mr. Wright... Kyle's resemblance to you is just... amazing."

Diana took one more last look between the two before she leaned forward and softly asked, "Mr. Wright... About six years ago... Did you ever go to The Golden Eagle Hotel and stayed overnight?"

The question took Ethan aback. He repeated, "The Golden Eagle Hotel?"

"Yes, Mr. Wright... It's the hotel right in front of the Fort Eagle Military Camp," Diana described. Her hands acted to cycle together before she asked, "And it has to be somewhere around six years ago."

John Garcia was confused by Diana's questioning, He had nothing but a frown on his face as he shifted his head from left to right. He looked at his boss and saw Ethan gave a poker face. He utterly could not tell what his boss was thinking.

"Why - Why does it have to be around six years ago, Miss Turner?" Ethan asked while leaning back and taking a deep breath.

Diana looked at the kids before she returned her attention to Ethan. She said, "Well, about six years ago... Ummmm."

She moved further closer to Ethan, making sure the kids were still engrossed with the laptop. Only then did Diana whisper, "About six years ago... Something... significant happened."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I did not hear it," John said, interrupting the exchange between Ethan and Diana. Samantha's aunt said it so softly and only directing it to Ethan that John barely heard a word!

"It's none of your business, John. Move back!" Ethan directed.

John saw the sudden change in his boss' temperament. Whatever it was that Samantha's aunt said to Ethan, seemed to have triggered something in him.

John saw how his boss changed his mood from being neutral to being expressionless. But as to what? John had no idea. He could only close his mouth, for his boss was already giving him that "Shut up" glare.

Ethan redirected his attention to Diana and said, "Miss Turner." There was a brief moment of silence coming from Ethan before he resumed his thoughts, "No. I - I don't believe... I have been to that hotel."

A clear dismay became painted on Diana's face. She earnestly hoped that it was Ethan whom Samantha slept with that faithful night, but as it turns out... it wasn't him.

"I'm sorry that I asked. I just could not help but wonder." Dismissing the idea with her hand, Diana added, "Of course, you couldn't be."

Just as Diana went back to the kitchen, Samantha came out of her bedroom, wearing a casual, ruffled off-shoulder dress with an A-line cut. It was a simple dress, yet it flaunted her broad and slender shoulders.

Yet despite her obvious elegance, Ethan did not show any appreciation. In fact, he remained quiet upon Samantha's return, seemingly in deep thought.

"Wow! Mommy, you look so beautiful!" Kenzie remarked, seeing her mother in a dress that had been quite rare.

Kenzie then rushed to Ethan and said, "Daddy, look! Mommy is so beautiful!"

"Kenzie, it's okay, sweetheart, don't disturb, Mis -" Samantha bit her lip before correcting herself, "Let daddy be."

Ethan wound up clearing his throat in front of Kenzie, who was constantly clinging around his arm, urging him to say something. He said while looking at Samantha, "You look."

There was practically a second of silence before Ethan added, "delightful."

'Delightful.' Samantha ended up pursing her lips at the compliment. She supposed that was a good one, coming from Ethan Wright. "Thank you, Mr. Wright."

"Mommy, daddy? Are you going out on a date?" Kyle asked while reaching for Samantha's hand. "Can we come along?"

With eyes widening, Samantha tried to explain, "Oh, no. Sweetie. We are just going to talk. It's an important matter - "

"Next time, Kyle. Today, I just want to speak with your Mommy," Ethan explained before looking up to Samantha. "Let's go."

Together with John, they made their way to the lift and down to the ground floor where the first carat conference room was found.

It was there that John was dismissed. He was asked to have dinner alone at any of the three restaurants of the hotel while his boss shared a lovely dinner with Samantha Davis.

Entering the conference room, Samantha was surprised. Her lips formed into an "O", seeing a table for two, with a beautiful floral centerpiece and two servers who seemed to be waiting for their arrival.

"Wow," exclaimed Samantha. "It - looks extra special... for a... meeting."

Pulling out one chair, Ethan pointed with his hand and said, "Take a seat, Miss Davis."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Wright," said Samantha.

Ethan took the seat in front of her and ordered for the servers to give them wine to start. He said to Samantha, "Let's get warmed up, first."

"Free wine?" With a grin, Samantha said, "Sure, why not!"

Ethan asked about the comfortability of her new home and how she was adjusting to the city. Samantha eagerly answered, giving multiple praises for the accommodation provided to her. After which, Ethan asked, referring to the park incident, "So how exactly do you know how to defend yourself back there, Miss Davis?"

"Oh, that!" Samantha exclaimed after sipping on her wine. "I studied self-defense since I was young."

"Here in Braeton?" Ethan probed.

Ethan requested for another wine and as the server was pouring the red liquor, Samantha answered, "Yes. That's right."

"You know... I have been meaning to ask you... The Davises here are associated with the military. In fact, the General is a Davis. Do you know... General Winfield Davis?"

With eyes glowering, Samantha drank on her wine before she answered, "Of course, I know the General! Who doesn't? I'm - I'm not affiliated - with any relevant Davises - I'm hungry? Aren't you? Are we going to have dinner?"

It was Samantha's way of avoiding the questions pertaining to her father. She claimed, "After that running, I am... so hungry."

"Sure, I suppose, we can eat." Ethan calmly asked the server to prepare the food before he returned to looking at Samantha. He said, "Food will be ready soon."

He emptied his glass and after putting it down on the table, he took a deep breath and asked, "Miss Davis, about six years ago... Did you ever stay overnight at The Golden Eagle Hotel?"

While Samantha paled, Ethan's eyes tightened at her. He repeated, "Have you?"