Chapter 6 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

“Don’t add any cold water. I want it piping hot!” she instructed coolly.

After pouring the water out, I handed her the glass. Nevertheless, she didn’t take it from me. Rather, she told me, “I pity you——you’re seriously pathetic. I don’t blame you for the miscarriage, but I couldn’t help but vent my hatred out on you.”

I didn’t know what she meant, so I offered the glass to her. “Be careful. It’s hot.”

She took the glass from me as she gave me a sudden tug. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she gazed at me intently. “Let’s have a bet, shall we? Will he be concerned for you?”

Stunned, I realized that Anthony was standing by the door. I wasn’t made aware of his arrival. Gazing at me, Rylee asked calmly, “Would you like to bet on it?”

I said nothing as I allowed her to pour the glass of scalding water down my hand. A flash of agonizing pain struck my senses.

I had joined the bet with my silent assent.

Rylee placed the glass down as she spoke innocently, “I’m sorry; I didn’t do it on purpose. The glass was too hot so it slipped from my grasp. Are you okay?”

What a hypocrite!

I retracted my hand as I bit back the burning pain. “I’m fine,” I replied, shaking my head.

Anthony, who was watching the entire debacle, strode in slowly. Thereafter, he glanced at Rylee and asked, “Why are you still awake?”

Rylee acted like she was pleasantly surprised at his arrival. Pouting daintily, she tugged him so that he would sit by the side of her bed before she wrapped her arms around him. “I slept too much during the day and I can’t sleep now. Why are you here?”

“To visit you.” Anthony’s gaze landed on me. Frowning, he immediately ordered, “Deal with that now!”

His voice was cold and devoid of concern.

Rylee put on a regretful expression while her arms were clasped around him. “I was too careless and I accidentally injured Sienna.”

Anthony calmly stroked her long hair; it seemed like he wasn’t going to reprimand her.

My heart ached as if I had been forced to the edge of a cliff. Slowly, I dragged my feet out of the ward.

I knew I would lose the bet, but I was hoping that Anthony would at least inquire if I was hurt. That would have been sufficient for me.

Alas, he didn’t spare me a second glance. He didn’t even seem to pity me.

In the hallway, a tall figure blocked my way. I looked up and was met with Jared Crest’s stern gaze.

Confused, I greeted him, “Dr. Crest!”

He gave me a long look before he asked, “Does it hurt?”

At his question, sorrow and bitterness washed over me. Tears began to stream down my cheeks and fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but shudder as the cold wind blew across the hallway, intensifying the bleakness I felt inside me.

Even an acquaintance would ask if I was hurt. How could he, the person who was married to me for two years, ignore me like a heartless prick?

Jared took my hand in his. I shrunk back subconsciously but his grip simply tightened.

“I’m a doctor!” Jared said pointedly, leaving no room for argument. He was a doctor, so it was his responsibility to treat me.

I knew that he wasn’t a nosy person. He only wanted to treat my injuries because I was Anthony’s wife.

I followed Jared into a room. He uttered some words to the nurse on duty before he turned to tell me, “She will tend to your wound.”

I nodded. “Thank you!”

After Jared left, the nurse cleaned the burn on my hand carefully. Her brows scrunched up when she caught sight of several blisters. “This is rather serious. It might leave a scar.”

“It’s fine.” This is a lesson to be remembered.

As there were blisters, the nurse had to prick them to clean the burns thoroughly.

Worried that I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain, she cautioned me, “It might hurt. Bear with it.”

“Mm!”

This is nothing. The pain tugging at my chest is more unbearable than this.

Upon treating my wound, the nurse gave me some brief instructions before letting me go. I was on the way back to Rylee’s ward when I heard someone talking in the stairwell. I came to a stop out of curiosity.

“George has already passed on. When will you divorce her?” It was Jared’s voice.

“Her? You mean Sienna?” another familiar voice asked coolly. I immediately knew that it was Anthony.

I inched closer to the stairwell and saw Anthony leaning against the railing with his hands in his pockets. Jared was leaning on the wall, holding a half-lit cigarette in his hands.

Tapping on the cigarette gently, Jared stared at Anthony before he stated, “You know that she is innocent. She loves you.”

Anthony met his gaze icily. “I wasn’t aware that you were this concerned for her.”

At his words, Jared frowned. “Don’t overthink it. I was merely reminding you in hopes that you won’t come to regret your decision in the future. Even though she loves you deeply now, she may eventually throw her love away.”

“Ha!” Anthony sneered. “I’ve always scorned her love…”

I couldn’t bring myself to listen to the rest of his sentence. Some things are better not heard; I would be a fool if I insisted on eavesdropping.

When I arrived at Rylee’s ward, she was already asleep. There was a middle-aged lady in the room who turned out to be the caretaker that Anthony had hired. The lady greeted me politely as she informed me that she was going to take care of Rylee under Anthony’s orders. This meant that I no longer had to stay.

I walked out of the hospital and hailed a cab to bring me home.

After a night that was full of hassle, I found that it was dawn by the time I returned to the villa. I found that I was frequently exhausted; perhaps it was because of my pregnancy. Hence, I went to my bedroom at once as I fell into a slumber on my bed.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke roused me from my deep sleep. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see a figure in black sitting at the edge of my bed. It took me a while to realize that it was Anthony.

I didn’t know when he had returned, but the bedroom was full of thick smoke. The doors and windows were all shut tightly. There was a burning cigarette between his fingers. It seemed like he had been smoking for a long while.


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