Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 106: Almost have the same name

Chapter 106: Almost have the same name

Zamian hadn’t expected that from Mira; no one interrupted the almighty Zamian, after all. But her warning gaze surprised him, catching him off guard. What was that about? he thought, but his musings were cut short by Little Zami’s voice.

"Reawwy? Oh, Mummy, we almost have the same name!" Zami exclaimed, her wide eyes darting eagerly between Mira and Zamian, her curiosity uncontained.

Mira smiled warmly at her daughter. "Yes, baby." Zami’s mouth formed an excited "wow" as the delivery lady finished packaging the cake, holding the bag up with a proud smile.

"We’d be happy to help you drop the bag in the car. It seems we made a mistake, and we hope our compensation is satisfactory," the lady said, bowing respectfully. Her male colleague, dressed in the same company uniform, also bowed, avoiding eye contact with Zamian as he addressed Mira. No one needed to tell Mira that Zamian had something to do with this sudden change in attitude.

"Mr. Zamian, are you coming for my birthday?" Little Zami asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She thought that if Zamian had bought her a present, it meant he would be there for her celebration.

Mira gave Little Zami a gentle, cautioning glance, silently urging her to behave before turning to Zamian.

"Don’t worry. Mr. Zamian has a lot of work to do, so he may not be able to come to your birthday," she said, hoping to manage her daughter’s expectations.

Zami pouted, her disappointment evident. But to Mira’s surprise, Zamian spoke up, his tone unwavering. "I will go to your birthday. I’ll be there."

Both Mira and Zami were taken aback.

"Rewwy?" Zami’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Yes, really." Zamian’s serious tone softened just a little.

Little Zami’s curiosity returned. "Mr. Zamian, are you rewwy. coming for my birfday?" She glanced down, almost shyly, as if she feared hearing a different answer.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation, his gaze meeting Mira’s. She gave him a subtle, skeptical look, clearly wondering why he would promise something like this so quickly.

"You don’t have to worry," Mira intervened, aiming to save him from any further commitment. "I know you’re busy. Besides, I’ve already caused enough trouble today."

Mira’s attempt to guide Little Zami away fell flat, though, as her daughter continued to ignore her. Zami usually understood her mother’s hints, so why was she so stubborn today?Was it simply an innocent child’s instinct to cling to her father, unaware of who he really was to her?

Mira needed time to process everything; she couldn’t possibly tell Zamian that she’d run away that day out of fear—fear that her child wouldn’t be loved, fear of the consequences of breaking the contract they had shared. The contract that had forced her to leave him.

"Don’t worry about my schedule. I’m free the whole day," Zamian reassured, his tone calm but determined. Zami, who had been looking at the floor, instantly brightened, a grin spreading across her face.

In truth, Zamian knew he was lying; he had a serious meeting back in his kingdom. But the thought of leaving Mira again filled him with unease. What if she ran off once more, slipping through his grasp? The mere idea gnawed at him. He wasn’t going to let her disappear from his life, not this time.

Whatever Mira thought, no matter how hard she tried to push him away, he would not leave her side. He noticed her strange, distant behavior, sensed her guardedness, and couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something important from him. What had he done to make her leave him that day? The question haunted him, a mystery he couldn’t ignore.

Just then, Mira’s grandfather, who had remained silent until now, spoke up. "Let’s go. Twenty minutes left before the celebration starts."

Zamian looked down at Little Zami, still clinging to his arm, her tiny hands gripping him tightly as if afraid he’d vanish. He glanced at Mira, whose fingers hovered over her phone as she murmured, "I’ll book a cab."

"No need for that. I’ll drive you," Zamian replied, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Zami turned to her mother, her wide eyes silently pleading for permission. Mira glanced at her daughter’s hopeful face, then back at Zamian. This wasn’t the time to stir any conflict.

"Okay, thank you," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yay," Zami whispered with a shy, happy smile, as if careful not to be too loud in case someone changed their mind.

Everyone heard her quiet excitement as they made their way to the elevator. Once inside, they rode in silence, a shared sense of anticipation building between them.

When the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, they all stepped out. Zamian, still carrying Little Zami in his arms, led them towards his car, where his chauffeur was waiting by the passenger door. The chauffeur’s expression shifted from concern to surprise as he saw Zamian approaching with company.

Zamian walked over to the back door, opening it and carefully setting Zami down in the plush seat. She sat in silence, her wide eyes exploring the luxurious interior. She’d only seen cars like this from afar; now she was finally inside one, her amazement evident.

Mira climbed in beside Zami, her face unreadable as she settled into the seat. Her grandfather took his place in the front, nodding politely to the chauffeur.

To everyone’s surprise, Zamian moved around to the driver’s seat. The chauffeur’s jaw dropped slightly, confusion etched across his face.

"Boss, is... is something wrong?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

"No," Zamian replied, his voice filled with a quiet pride, as if he had just claimed something precious. "I’m driving today."

The chauffeur’s surprise was palpable. His boss—driving?

"Ok, sir," he managed to stammer as he stepped out he watched as Zamian climbed into the car and shut the door behind him.

"Enjoy your day off," Zamian added, his tone final. As they drove off, the chauffeur remained rooted to his spot, scratching his head as he watched the car disappear down the road.

Little Zami could barely contain her excitement, glancing around as they sped forward. "You can drive so fast!" she said, her voice filled with awe.

A proud grin spread across Zamian’s face, almost like a father showing off. Mira rolled her eyes but couldn’t fully hide the faint smile that tugged at her lips.

"Whoa," Zami whispered, still wide-eyed as she took in the luxurious details around her. Zamian, enjoying her reaction, added with a slight smirk, "Your mummy used to love riding in my cars."

Mira’s eyes widened as she shot him a glare. Did he have to make it sound like she’d been one of his starstruck admirers?

Mira stilled, caught off guard. Zami, not one to miss anything, looked up at her mother, her pout curious. "Rewwy, Grandpa? You never told me mummy liked entewing Mr. Zamian’s cars!"

Her grandfather chuckled, glancing back at Mira with a small shrug. "I didn’t know that either," he admitted, a faint laugh escaping him.

Zami turned to Mira, her little face full of innocent questions. Mira sighed, her mind racing. She tried to keep her expression steady, not wanting to give Zamian any further satisfaction.

But Zamian, clearly enjoying Mira’s discomfort, raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Mira narrowed her gaze at him in silent warning, but he simply smirked in response.

"Mummy, I thought we promwised no secwets," little Zami said, her voice so serious that it almost made Mira laugh.

Zamian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting as if he were savoring the moment. If only she knew there were more secrets, he thought, his smile growing as Mira shot him a pointed look that seemed to say, Watch it.

The car finally rolled to a smooth stop, and little Zami, practically bursting with excitement, leaned forward in her seat, eyes wide with anticipation. As soon as the door unlocked, she scrambled out, her feet barely touching the ground as she dashed forward with a big, bright smile. Zamian stepped out shortly after, casually making his way to Mira’s door with the ease of someone who was used to everything bending to his will. He extended his hand to her as if it was the most natural thing in the world, his gesture almost possessive.

Mira’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him, and for a moment, her mouth opened as if she would scold him. But she caught herself, casting a quick glance toward Zami and letting out a sigh. She had no intention of making a scene, especially in front of her daughter. Still, it took all her patience to hold her tongue. What would she have told her little girl if she’d voiced her frustration? The end of the car ride felt like a relief to her; one more second of Zamian’s smug pride, and she might have said something she’d later regret.

Meanwhile, Zamian’s confident smile shifted as he glanced around, taking in the surroundings. But then his gaze locked onto a figure on the other side of the car. His smile faltered, and his brows drew together in a sharp frown, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes.

Before he could react, Zami squealed with delight. Her tiny feet moved quickly as she ran up to the man, throwing her arms around him. Her voice was a bundle of energy and excitement as she clung to him, hugging him tightly.

"Uncle Mwark!"

Mira’s smile softened as she took in the scene, momentarily distracted by her daughter’s uncontained joy. But her attention snapped back to Zamian as she noticed the change in his expression. His proud, confident demeanor was gone, replaced by a look so dark it was almost unsettling. His gaze narrowed, and the tension radiating from him was so intense that even Mira and her grandfather could feel the coldness in the air.

Before Mira could try to ease the situation, Mark lifted little Zami into his arms, spinning her around playfully. Her laughter rang out, echoing in the open space, and she leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. The pure happiness in her face was something Mira treasured, but the scene only seemed to deepen Zamian’s displeasure.Before anyone could react, Zamian was already striding toward them, his eyes fixed intently on the man holding his daughter.