She knew she couldnât turn to Sarah, who was pregnant with Aziel in her place.
After a moment of consideration, Ariana spoke up, her voice tinged with resolve.
âThen Iâll stay at a hotel.
â
âBut you havenât brought anything with you, and a hotel might not provide all the necessities you require.
Itâs not ideal, especially given the circumstances.
Just come back with me,â Holden said.
With decisive action, he started the car and drove them back to his house.
As Holdenâs car pulled up outside the Fredrick family home, Melon, catching sight of it from upstairs, dashed down eagerly.
He wanted to ask Holden why he had left in a hurry earlier.
Melonâs anticipation turned to astonishment as he saw Ariana stepping out of the vehicle.
Despite Holdenâs efforts to shield Ariana with his coat, the telltale traces of red paint still adorned her face and hair.
Initially failing to recognize the substance, Melonâs concern overtook him, and he hurried to Arianaâs side, his voice trembling with worry.
âMommy! What happened to you? Are you hurt?â
Ariana reassured Melon with a gentle smile, her hand affectionately ruffling his hair.
âIâm alright, sweetie.
It was just an accidental encounter with some red paint.
â
Upon learning that the substance was paint, Melonâs anxiety ebbed slightly, though concern still etched his features.
âMommy, you need to be more careful.
Are you sure youâre okay?â
âDonât worry, sweetheart.
If Mommy ever gets hurt, Iâll go to the hospital,â Ariana said.
Holden also said, âYou neednât worry, Melon.
Iâll take excellent care of Mommy.
Why donât you head upstairs and keep Adele company?â
Melon hesitated, glancing between Holden and Ariana before nodding reluctantly.
He ascended the stairs, his gaze darting back to them intermittently.
Holden guided Ariana upstairs, informing her, âThere arenât any toiletries in the guest room, but you can use the bathroom in my room.
Itâs fully stocked with everything you need.
â
Arianaâs incredulous gaze met Holdenâs, but she refrained from questioning further.
Once in the room, Holden ushered Ariana to the sofa, allowing her a moment to rest.
With quiet efficiency, he disappeared into the bathroom, preparing warm water and clean pajamas.
After everything was meticulously arranged, Holden exited the bathroom and asked Ariana to go in.
Ariana stripped off her paint-stained clothes and eased herself into the soothing warmth of the bathtub, letting out a contented sigh as she began to lather away the paint on her.
Despite her efforts, only a fraction yielded to her relentless scrubbing.
At that moment, a gentle knock echoed through the door.
Holdenâs voice followed, inquiring, âAre you finished showering? Mind if I come in? I bought some special bath products for removing paint.
â
Ariana glanced down at her still-stained body, feeling a pang of embarrassment, and instinctively submerged herself further into the water, leaving only her head exposed.
âCome in,â she said.
With a gentle push, Holden entered the room and set down the shower gel he had brought.
Observing Arianaâs reddened neck and shoulders from her vigorous scrubbing, he settled beside the bathtub.
Arianaâs eyes locked onto Holden as he sat down, her gaze vigilant.
She instinctively covered her chest with her hands and asked, âWhat are you going to do?â
Holden deftly dispensed a dollop of the special shower gel, ready to wash away the paint.
He gently lifted her hands.
âIâll help bathe you,â he said.