With a grim expression, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “You believed that?”
“It’s not up to me whether I believed it or not!” As I was not in the mood to argue with him, I remained calm.
He whipped out his phone and made a call. As I was near him, I could clearly hear the person speaking on the phone.
It was Joseph. “Yes, Mr. Featherstone?”
“Change the receptionist on the ground floor. She’s barred from working here forever.” Then, he continued, “Without my permission, don’t let any irrelevant personnel in.”
Joseph was a bit confused. “Who are you referring to, Mr. Featherstone?”
“Rylee!”
With that, Anthony was about to end the call when Joseph quickly protested, “She came with Mr. Quinn. I’m not in the position to intervene!”
Anthony frowned. “Find a solution, then.”
He hung up immediately after. Glancing at me, he asked, “How’s that?”
I nodded in approval. “Simple and straightforward!”
He frowned. “So, are you satisfied?”
Pouting, I rebuked, “What’s your business got to do with me?”
As I could not be bothered to argue with him, I passed the pastries I brought to him. “Mrs. Eriksen said that if you knew that I baked these pastries, you’d definitely enjoy them.”
Taking the box from my hands, he glanced at it then back at me. “Did you really bake them?”
“I helped out!” As Mrs. Eriksen and Molly baked them too, I did not deserve full credit.
Chuckling, he commented, “Although they look quite ugly, they probably taste quite good.”
Ugly?
I was rendered speechless.
It was already evening, so the workday had already ended. Mrs. Eriksen called, saying that she would return first and that I should go home with Anthony.
Knowing that she was deliberately trying to make me spend more time with Anthony, I agreed without saying anything else.
Anthony was not particularly fond of pastries, so he merely took a few bites. Not commenting on it, I leaned against the couch and used my phone.
However, he snatched my phone away. “Stop using your phone so regularly. It’s bad for your eyes.”
“Then, do I look at you instead?” I was extremely bored. Furthermore, as I was quite upset by what happened downstairs, I felt an urge to rebuke Anthony whenever he spoke.
He laughed and offered generously, “Sure, you can look at me to your heart’s content!”
Completely uninterested in his offer, I rolled my eyes. “You should ask Rylee to do it instead. I’m not interested!”
“Are you still angry?” He pulled me into his arms as he said exasperatedly, “Rumors spread easily in a company as large as this. It’s inevitable for some people to deliberately stir up trouble. What’s the use of being bothered by it?”
I said sarcastically, “So you knew about it right from the start, but you just idly stood by? If I hadn’t visited today, would you have been enjoying this a lot? Your wife and your mistress are both pregnant. Once we both give birth, you might be blessed with a son and a daughter! How perfect!”
Hearing the sarcasm in my words, he massaged his temples. “You have such a wild imagination. Why can’t you think about other issues instead?”
I scoffed, “Like what? Should I think about your passionate relationship with Rylee and how the both of you are sleeping with each other behind my back?”
He frowned, feeling frustrated. “I keep saying that there’s nothing between both of us, so why do you keep harping on it? Are you never going to get over it?”
“How can I get over it?” As I was upset, I spoke in a very blunt manner. “You let her enter the office whenever she wants to and allow the staff to call her your fiancée. Yet, you still act so indifferently about it, as if it’s got nothing to do with you. Are you lying to yourself or to me, Anthony? What’s the point of all this?”
When he met my gaze, he suddenly laughed. “You allow John to shower you with concern, send you fruits and reminisce over good memories. Why can’t you tolerate Rylee’s presence?”
Not expecting him to mention these things, I immediately seethed in fury. When I stood up abruptly, I almost lost my balance and fell. He tried to hold me, but I shoved him away. “Stay away from me!”
I stomped out of the office. When I opened the door, I saw Joe who was about to knock on the door. There was an awkward expression on his face, probably because he had overheard our conversation earlier.
“Did you have a fight?” He suddenly asked. I was stunned for a while before returning to my senses.
“No, Mr. Quinn. We aren’t a couple!” With that, I brushed past him and left.
Anthony caught up with me and grabbed my arm. “Where are you going, Sienna?”
“It’s none of your business.” I flung his hand away and was about to leave when he dragged me back to the sofa. Looking at Joe, he asked, “What’s the matter?”
Having witnessed this scene, Joe felt a bit embarrassed. “I’ve settled the matters regarding the European market. Jared and I are planning to celebrate tonight. Will you be coming along?”
Anthony glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that I can go?”
Joe was rendered speechless for a while before suggesting boldly, “Why don’t you bring Sienna along? She can just refrain from drinking alcohol!”
“Do you want to go?” Anthony asked, still holding me.
“Is Rylee going?” I asked Joe with a determined gaze.
Taken aback, he paused for a while before saying, “Yeah.”
I nodded. “I’ll go!”
Joe glanced at me, then back at Anthony. Without commenting any further, he left the office.
Anthony grabbed my hands. “What are you planning to do?”
I laughed. “What can I do? The Moore family is so powerful. It’s impossible for me to ruin Rylee, right? I just want to keep an eye on my husband. Why? You don’t want me to come?”
He said exasperatedly, “Your baby is about to be born. It’s not safe for you to roam about!”
“Isn’t Dr. Crest there?”
“He’s really busy so he won’t have time to take care of you.” He made me sound like a burden.
“Fine, I won’t go then.” Since he was already trying so hard to persuade me, it would be shameless of me to insist.
With that, he fell silent.
Glancing at me, he asked, “What do you want to eat for dinner?”
I could not think of something in such a short span of time. After deliberating about it, I suggested, “What about barbecue?” I had an urge to eat something heavy perhaps due to my pregnancy cravings. I rarely ate barbecue in the past because it was too hot and oily. However, I now felt uneasy if I went too long with eating any barbecue.
He frowned. Not very fond of barbecue, he said, “Eat something else.”
“Why?” I disliked it whenever he acted like that. “You’re the one who asked me what I wanted to eat. Now that I’ve said barbecue, you’re unwilling to eat it. What do you want me to do?”
He frowned. “The smell is too strong and it’s very crowded. It’s not safe!”
“It’s even more dangerous if I go hungry!” Anthony was extremely annoying at times. “Oh, right. It’s more suitable for a dignified president of a company like you to dine at a Western restaurant with an elegant lady like Rylee. You can enjoy classical music and bask in the romantic atmosphere instead of suffering in a crowded and noisy place like a barbecue shop. It’s not worthy enough for a nobleman like you.”
Since I was in a bad mood, I did not mince my words.
Pursing his lips, he chided, “Sienna, can’t you be gentler like other women? It’s pointless to be so mean.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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