madnovel Chapter 415 It's All Your Fault!
Chapter 415 It's All Your Fault!
"Really, Bella?...Really?" I looked at Bella, who was dying of shame in front of me with an exasperated look on my face, and asked as if she had gone crazy. "I know that you don't get along with your father, and for some reason you have a passionate hatred towards that man...But that still doesn't mean you can go around calling every man you see your father."
"What if they had their girlfriend or wife around them? Wouldn't that create a horrible misunderstanding?" I asked Bella, whose face was turning redder as I spoke and looked like she wanted to dig herself a grave. "Wouldn't their partner think that the man they had trusted enough to be in a relationship with actually had such a beautiful daughter who's old enough to get married herself?"
"S-Shut up, Daddy!...I-I mean, K-Kafka!"
Bella shouted in frustration for teasing her but ended up referring to me as her father once again, showing just how deeply rooted that word was in her mind. She then continued in a fluster,
"Don't act like I call everyone I see that word when you're the only one I ever call 'Daddy' and no one else!"
Bella informed me that she didn't throw around such a reference so loosely and that only I had such luck to be called by her like that to my dismay.
"You too, Bella!...Don't act like only calling me 'Daddy' is a good thing when I'm only in high school!" I shouted back at Bella, who was indirectly telling me that I should be proud that I got the privilege to be referred by her in such a way. "If the ladies in the neighbourhood heard you calling me in such a manner, I don't know what sorts of rumours they'll bring about my decent name."
Bella rolled her bright light blue eyes that she had inherited from her mother at the mention of me being a decent individual, already knowing that not only was I in a relationship with her mother but I also had an incestuous bond with my mother as well, which Camila somehow managed to reveal to her without freaking her out.
"But I don't even want to call you Daddy, Kafka!~ It's because of what you and my mother did that my mouth just naturally utters that word when I see you!~"
Bella whined and told me that it wasn't her fault that she was calling me her father and threw all the blame on me and Camila. She then continued to explain her case, saying,
"It's because of all the things you made me do that day and also because my mother, who forces me to refer to you as my father, that I have no choice but to do so!~"
Even though Bella seemed to be making excuses for her shameful behaviour, she was in fact saying the truth when she said that it was mine and Camila's fault.
To be more clear, the reason she was blaming me was because of the domineering way I was ordering her around on the day I met her, which instinctively made her look at me as some sort of father figure.
She had been mostly raised by her mother her whole life while her father rarely visited. Even if he did, he would simply spoil her without a care in the world and didn't act like a proper father at all, and more like a person who simply allowed her to do whatever she wanted to without any care about how it may affect the person she may grow up to be.
So, for the first time in her life, when she met a man who had an authoritarian aura about him and made it seem to her like she would be severely disciplined if she were to go against his words, she naturally started to look at that person, who was me, as her father figure who was supposed to guide her on the right path.
As for Camila's fault in this matter, it was much more straightforward.
She wanted her daughter to treat me as her father figure as well, after seeing how obedient her daughter became when she was near me. She thought that my presence in her life was essential for her to grow up to be a fine lady, unlike how spoilt she acted before.
I said to Bella, whose cheeks were flushed, and gave the top of her head a little poke while she gazed at me in a demure manner.
"O-Oh, is that so?" Bella started fixing her hair and pushed aside her bangs to hide the embarrassment of being complimented by her so-called father. She then looked up at me and shyly asked, "T-Then what's stopping you from kissing me, if that's what you really want to do, Daddy?"
"Oh, it's just that I want to respect your boundaries, really." I said like a responsible father who was trying to be considerate for his daughter.
I then continued saying as I ruffled Bella's silky hair in a playful and affectionate manner, "My daughter isn't the child she was once in the past...She's grown up from being the adorable toddler she was to such a gorgeous young lady who's about to graduate university soon and probably get a job later on."
"...So, I just thought that now that you're practically an adult who's going to enter the free world soon, you wouldn't want your stinky old man here to embarrass you by giving you some of his love."
I chuckled with a wry smile on my face, like I missed the times I could hug and kiss my daughter whenever I wanted to, like any father who had a post-teen daughter would feel.
I thought that getting into the role of a father who had a rebellious daughter would be quite strange since I haven't really done that other than when it came to matters in the bed.
But surprisingly it was quite easy, and it felt natural for me to act this way, probably because of how I acted like the parent figure to several children at my old orphanage and how those parental instincts got instilled inside of me.
"W-Well, that is true, and I wouldn't want you to get all lovey-dovey with me all the time, since it's embarrassing for someone my age to be seen so close to their father." Bella folded her hands and nodded her head like she completely agreed with what I said and appreciated how I was trying to be considerate for her.
"B-But at the same time I would be depriving you of any joy if I were to tell you to keep your hands of your beloved daughter at all times; I'm also in quite a good mood today..."
"...because you called me pretty, Daddy..."
Bella whispered, thinking that I wouldn't be able to hear anything that was adorable to look at.
"...s-so, I think it would be fine if I were to allow you to give me one kiss for the sake of you not feeling bad, thinking that your daughter isn't showing you any affection at all." Bella took a step forward towards me and looked up at me with a shy gaze in her trembling eyes, like she were waiting for something to happen.
I had seen the same longing gaze from her mother just a while ago, so I knew what Bella wanted from at the moment.
Kiss~
To fulfil her desire, I wrapped my hand around her waist to her pleasant surprise, gently pulled her into my chest, and gave her a kiss on her wide forehead, which made that entire porcelain-like spot turn a bright red.
It also made Bella hug back her loving father and snuggle into my chest while having a satisfied look on her face, making it seem like we had the ideal father-daughter relationship that every father out there could only dream of achieving...