Chapter 98 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

At that, he raised his brow. “Go on.”

I shifted my body to find a more comfortable position to lie in before I continued, “You say it’s my punishment for delaying Dr. Ludwick’s final payment, but it’s just a cover. The two major problems that Featherstone Corporation faces after listing are the capital chain and financial risk.”

“Featherstone Corporation’s funds have always been the most sufficient among the listed companies. Why do you think that the Featherstone Corporation will be short of funds?”

Looking at how confident he was, I could not help but laugh. “If your funds are sufficient, why did the company lose tens of millions just because Dr. Ludwick delayed his final payment by a few days?”

Glancing at his furrowed brows, I continued, “Featherstone Corporation’s emergency is just part of your plan. During those few days, you eliminated the stockholders who could not survive and bought their stocks at low prices. When Featherstone Corporation returned to normal, these stock prices would be then sold at a higher price. In this way, the Featherstone Corporation’s market value will increase by almost double.”

He was the one in charge of the company. Naturally, he knew all of these.

After hearing that my analysis was close to the truth, he raised a brow and said, “You’re my wife. There is no reason for me to put you at risk.”

The moment those words left his mouth, I burst into laughter. “Anthony, do you really take me as your wife?”

There are only so many important people in the company. Jared and Joe are friends who had gone through tough times with him. There was no way he would make them the scapegoat.

At the end of the day, I was the most suitable candidate.

“Sienna, many things in this world aren’t as simple as what meets the eyes. You’re smart, but you don’t know everything.”

He sounded weary, and I could see that he was exhausted.

Falling silent, I leaned on the headboard to collect myself. Then, I climbed out of the bed and muttered, “Go ahead with your work. I’m going to take a walk downstairs.”

Mrs. Eriksen was tending to the plants that the rain had wrecked yesterday. When she saw me downstairs, she chuckled, “You’re awake. Are you still feeling unwell?”

I shook my head in response. It was then I noticed the bayberry tree in the garden could not avoid the cruelty of the rain too; the bayberries were all over the floor, and they all looked ripe.

After recovering from my fever, I was in a much better mood. I then returned to the living room to grab a basket so that I could pick the bayberries that were close to me.

Looking at the delicious, red fruits, my mouth watered, and I moved to put them in my mouth.

“What a glutton!” came a voice behind me. It was Anthony. He walked over to me and took the basket from me as he muttered, “There are a lot of insects inside these bayberries. If you don’t wash them before you eat them, you’ll have an upset stomach later.”

At that, he handed the basket to Mrs. Eriksen and instructed, “Soak them in saltwater for a while.”

Mrs. Eriksen quickly took it, and she gave us a wink before she left.

After that, I raised my head to look at the bayberries that I could not reach. Anthony then commented, “Pick the ones by the end of the branches. Otherwise, they’ll all fall to the ground, and it’ll be a waste.”

At that, he glanced at me. However, instead of reaching out to pick the fruits, he bent over and carried me up.

Before I could come to my senses, he had already carried me up onto his shoulders. “Stay still and be careful.”

For a moment, my world spun. Instinctively, I held his head to support myself as I wondered in disbelief. Why is he making me pick the fruits this way?

“Stop daydreaming and pick them quickly,” he urged.

I was now at a height much taller than I was used to. After a pause, I picked the fruits that I could reach.

However, I did not have a basket with me, so I froze. A thought popped into my mind, and I shoved the bayberry into Anthony’s mouth.

As both of his hands were holding onto me, he could only let me shove the fruits into his mouth.

After eating several bayberries, he mumbled, “Stop putting them in my mouth and ask Mrs. Eriksen to bring the basket over. I can’t eat that many.”

“Didn’t you say I’d get an upset stomach if I eat it like this? Have more. I want to know if you’d get an upset stomach,” I replied as I continued picking the fruits.

Mrs. Eriksen then took out the basket. When she saw me on his shoulders, she blurted out, “Oh my god. Be careful! She’s already five months pregnant. What if she falls from that height? We have a ladder at home. Don’t do this; it’s not safe!”

Watching Mrs. Eriksen panic, I placed my handful of bayberries into the basket and chuckled, “It’s okay. There are only a few left. I’ll be done once I get them.”

After picking the fruits by the end of the branches, I uttered as I held onto Anthony’s head, “I’m done. Put me down.”

Beside us, Mrs. Eriksen was wracked with worry as she held onto the basket. “You young people are too daring. Don’t you know how dangerous this is?”

As Anthony was quite fit from his usual workout sessions, he held onto my waist and carried me down.

Once my foot touched the ground, I looked at the sweat beading on his forehead. After stiffening for a second, I laughed, “Why are you sweating? Am I that heavy?”

He gave me a small smile and spat out the bayberry in his mouth. “I have two people on my shoulders. What do you think?”

I froze for a second before touching my stomach. Recently, I had been feeling that the baby was growing by the day.

Just then, Anthony’s phone rang, and he walked aside as he accepted the call. Hence, I took the basket from Mrs. Eriksen and entered the living room.

As I soaked the bayberries in saltwater, my eyes could not help but drift toward the garden, feeling nervous.

The only call he would take while avoiding me was from Rylee.

At a certain point in life, people would think of taking extreme actions. I couldn’t control myself and flip the bowl of saltwater.

I did it deliberately.

The noise was loud, and Mrs. Eriksen rushed in. Looking at the mess, she looked at me worriedly and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you injured?”

I shook my head before glancing at Anthony without any expressions on my face. He walked toward me and looked at me from head to toe. Realizing that I was fine, he sighed in relief. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I answered. Looking at the bayberries scattered on the floor, I suddenly lost interest in washing them. Thus, I turned and retreated to the bedroom.

Behind me, I heard Mrs. Eriksen’s murmur. “Mr. Anthony, if you’re free, I think you should bring Letty to the hospital. I think she’s not well.”

Am I not? Isn’t mental exhaustion an illness?

After returning to my room, I still felt upset, so I ended up calling Macy.

The call went through after a few rings. “Letty!”

“Hey. How are things on your side?” I did not know what else to say.

However, Macy seemed excited. “Yes, let me tell you, this place is beautiful! The plums around the house are all ripe, and they taste amazing. I’ll send some to you in a few days, so watch out for the mailman.”

She sounded happy.

Perhaps happiness was contagious, for I laughed, “How’s your morning sickness? Do you have any problems getting used to the place?”

“Not at all.” I guessed she must be in the mountains, as I could hear the sound of howling wind through the call. “The air is very fresh here, and I’ve planted some plants in the garden. I even got some wildflowers to plant in the garden. They’re really pretty, and if you have the time, you should come and see them. I’m sure you’ll love it here.”

I nodded before realizing she would not be able to see it. “Okay.”

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