“So what about it?”
What the heck? What does he mean? What am I supposed to tell him when I have just explained the reason behind it?
I gave it a thought and said, “Nothing was going on between us! He was the one who drank too much and ended up being drunk! Speaking of which, I ran into Stacey in the restaurant just now. She seemed to be living a tough life. Are you the one behind her misery?”
He replied with a frown and raised his volume because he was enraged. “Sienna, stop trying to divert my attention!”
I couldn’t believe he managed to see right through my plan again.
Staring at Anthony in the eyes, I decided to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew it would be impossible for me to talk some sense into him.
The frustrated man broke the silence, asking indifferently since I was dead silent. “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”
“I tried, didn’t I? You have no intention to listen to me at all!”
“Y-You…” He stuttered in return because he was at a loss for better words to rebuke my statement. All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but find him adorable.
A few seconds later, I offered, “Why don’t you beat me up just like how you have beaten Marcus to a pulp? I mean, if it helps, why not, right?”
I knew it sounded dumb, but literally, that was the only thing I could think of.
Anthony looked a little bemused, yet he replied indifferently, “I’ll definitely take you out someday in the future.”
After he cast a stern gaze at me, he turned around and departed.
Since we were in the middle of the streets, perhaps the incident of him beating another man had made it to the social media due to the commotion that was caused.
I trotted over the onlookers and went after him. He boarded the car before me, but when I tried to open the door to the passenger seat, I couldn’t because it was locked.
As compared to an ordinary car, his car had a higher ride height. Hence, I had to tiptoe to reach the window. “Hey, Anthony! What are you trying to do?”
“I’ll have you walk your way home!” Once he finished his sentence, he started the car and departed without a second thought, leaving a confused me behind.
What the hell! Fine!
Usually, it wasn’t tough to hail a cab since we were in the middle of a bustling street, but the cabs that passed were all occupied on that night.
A few minutes later, a black Cadillac stopped in front of me as the driver in the car winded down the window.
It was Joseph who showed up, and he offered, “Mrs. Featherstone, Mr. Featherstone has instructed me to give you a ride home.”
I was astonished because he had never addressed me as Mrs. Featherstone before. I wouldn’t lie – I couldn’t get used to it after being addressed as Ms. Stanhope all this while.
In spite of being flattered, I replied in a petulant manner, “Wasn’t he the one who refused to give me a ride home? He should have left me behind and allowed me to freeze to my death!”
Joseph rebuked, “Mrs. Featherstone, the temperature wouldn’t drop any further than seven or eight degrees Celsius. Technically, you won’t freeze to death, but you may catch a cold if you spend a night on the streets.”
Oh, God! Am I hearing what I’m hearing? I have never ever encountered such a geeky man before!
I asked rhetorically, “What if I catch a cold and fall terribly sick?”
He paused and gave it a thought. Shortly, he nodded and affirmed, “You may pass on as a result, but there’s only a slight chance of such an outcome; that is – unless you’re infected by other viruses.”
Argh! I guess I can’t out-talk him, huh?
“Thanks for the ride home!” I decided to keep my mouth shut and boarded the car as instructed.
He nodded and responded with a poker face.
When we were about to reach the villa, I couldn’t suppress the urge to ask him about the thing that had been bothering me. “Joseph, where’s your girlfriend?”
“I don’t have one, Mrs. Featherstone!”
I nodded and remarked, “Well, I thought so. Otherwise, your girlfriend will have a hard time dealing with you.”
He took a peek at me for a few seconds before turning around to focus on the road. “Actually, I’m married.”
I was completely speechless and decided to wrap up our conversation because I was pretty sure I would get increasingly infuriated if I were to go on.
Once we were back in the villa, I got out of the car as soon as possible and strode my way into the living room.
I changed into a pair of indoor sandals in the foyer and noticed the light in the living room was switched on. There was a man in the living room, enjoying his cup of tea as he indulged himself in reading a book.
“A**hole!” I blurted out the things I had in my mind almost instantly.
He frowned and stared at me silently, but I ignored him and bounced my way up the stairs without any hesitation.
“Hold it right there, Sienna!” Anthony broke the silence and raised his volume out of the blue, rendering me incapable of motion while I was on my way up the stairs.
I turned around and confronted, “What do you want?”
The infuriated man burst out chuckling and asked rhetorically, “What do I want? How dare you raise your volume against me when you’re the one at fault?”
“Well, I guess you have proven yourself to be right! Is there anything else you want from me?” I glared at him with my mouth shut tight.
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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