Chapter 6 Dylan Comes Again

"Why? Is there a problem?" Damian turned towards me because I hadn't followed him inside yet.

"No, there's nothing wrong." I shook my head, then followed Damian into his apartment.

Dylan asked me to leave; our relationship is over, and he decided it himself. He's not likely to follow me anymore; he's not likely to come back, let alone be responsible for this baby of his. What's clear is that Dylan won't bother coming back to me, and I shouldn't be distracted by messages from him.

I shook my head firmly, trying to dispel the hope that Dylan might return, Dylan might regret it, or Dylan might take responsibility this time. That's impossible; Dylan never felt jealous of me when we were dating before. Why would Dylan be jealous now? It all doesn't make sense.

I'm trying to refocus on this place again, where my body is and who I am with right now.

Damian guid me exploring his entire apartment, introducing each room cheerfully as if he were happy that his apartment wasn't empty anymore.

"Now sit down and rest for a while. Show me where I should keep your things," Damian said. I seemed hesitant, but seeing how sincerely Damian was helping me made me comply with his request.

"Actually, I didn't bring much. I'll arrange the clothes myself in the wardrobe later. The box only contains bags and my photo with my parents, and you can help me store it anywhere. And the boxes are just my collection of books." Damian responded to my words swiftly; he took my belongings and stored them in a place that wasn't too high, and he always asked if it was okay to put them in his chosen spot.

Damian is so kind and quick; if he were a colleague or life partner, he would definitely be easy to work with and exchange ideas with. For some reason, I hoped Dylan, with his personality like this, would come back to me, even though it was truly undeserved for that jerk.

"It's all done," Damian said, sitting on the sofa directly in front of me. He felt relieved that everything was finished.

"Tell Lily your new address so she can come over often to keep you company or help you buy necessities. Don't hesitate to contact me if there's anything, and on the same date every month I'll come to check your baby's health." I smiled at Damian's messages and concern for me, and we felt closer now.

"I will remember all your messages; thank you for caring about this poor expectant mother and child." I stroked my belly.

"Don't talk like that; there's nothing to pity. You'll be a strong mother, and your baby will be showered with happiness wherever they are." Once again, I could only smile. I was grateful that after Lily, there was still one more person who cared for me and encouraged my situation.

"Because you and Lily have been so kind to me, I will ensure my baby is healthy and grows well as a way of thanking you." I'm more energetic now, and Damian's face is also radiant with happiness seeing me more enthusiastic about living my life and accepting this baby's presence now.

"Then rest; I'll go home. If anything happens, don't hesitate to call me. My place isn't too far from here, so I'll be able to get there faster," Damian said, adjusting his clothes and grabbing his coat.

"Thank you for everything, Damian." Damian responded to my words with a nod and a smile.

Now we've reached the doorstep. I saw Damian off until he entered the elevator. After making sure Damian was gone, I went back into the apartment that belonged to Damian and that I would now be occupying. I glanced at every side and every item in this place, thinking I would be comfortable living here and wouldn't need to buy anything because Damian's apartment already had complete facilities.

My phone rang, and at first, I thought it was Lily because I had told her I was moving into Damian's apartment. But it turned out I saw an unfamiliar number, the same number I had suspected before was Dylan's.

"Daniella, I'm sorry." Silence fell instantly, and my heart raced. This is clearly Dylan's voice, and he's expressing his regret for letting me leave his life.

"I'm following you; I'm right below." My eyes widened, and I rushed to look out the window and found Dylan, with his black hoodie, now staring at the apartment window. Dylan realized I was up here and saw him; it turned out he had been following me all along.

"I'm sorry, I want you back. I will take responsibility for the baby." Dylan's voice sounded sincere, but I hated his misuse of words. Why did he say "the baby," as if it were someone else's baby? He should have said that he would take responsibility for our baby.

"Daniella, come back to me. I promise I'll fix our relationship and treat you even better," Dylan said from across the phone.

I need to think for a moment; this isn't the first time Dylan has asked for an apology. There was one time Dylan hit me, and he apologized, promising not to do it again, but he still often couldn't control his emotions. I also caught him at a bar with a woman, almost having sex in front of me if he hadn't seen me there. Dylan chased me and apologized, then promised it wouldn't happen again, but Dylan did it again.

This time, can Dylan be trusted after so many apologies and promises? Should I forgive him because I need his responsibility?

"Daniella, I'm going upstairs to talk more clearly." When Dylan spoke like that and his feet walked into this building, I suddenly felt scared. I gasped, ran to the door, locked it, and then sat under the door, bracing myself in case Dylan tried to break it down.

What I'm thinking right now is that I'm afraid Dylan will hurt my baby or even me at the same time. Trembling, I clutched my stomach tightly, and with my eyes closed, I heard the sound of the elevator opening and footsteps that I was sure were Dylan's, heading this way.

If I think back, why was I trembling with fear? Don't I still love him and hope for his responsibility?