Tsk, tsk!
How kind and considerate of her!
Anthony furrowed his brows in discontent, but since Sally put it that way, it would be unwise for him to reject her request.
With his arm still around me, he barked, “Do as you please.”
Then, he tugged me upstairs and studied my face. “Are you mad?”
I was stunned, but I quickly shook my head in response. Without speaking, I trudged into the bathroom, feeling slightly exhausted.
Sally was obviously threatening me by flagrantly bringing Rylee here.
She probably knew a little bit about Anthony and Rylee. A married woman’s biggest fear was having to witness her husband being intimate with his mistress.
Sally was really an expert at emotional manipulation, seeing as she came up with such a trick.
However, she seemed to have overestimated Anthony’s place in my heart. If Anthony still regarded Rylee as a friend, I wouldn’t mind giving him up. This way, it would be easier to deal with Cameron.
I stayed in the bathroom for so long that Anthony thought I had fallen asleep, so he knocked on the door a few times to urge me.
As I towel-dried my hair after coming out, Anthony looked at me with his brows pinched together. “Were you hiding in the bathroom to avoid seeing me?”
My lips curved into a cool smile. “You have a very active imagination, Mr. Featherstone.”
He pressed his lips together and squinted at me. “Make sure you dry your hair completely, lest you catch a cold.”
He went into the bathroom after that.
My phone rang with an incoming call from John just then. I answered the call, but he spoke before I could, “I’ve sent someone to keep an eye on things, but isn’t Sally staying right under your roof?
Wouldn’t it be better for you to keep an eye on her instead of having me send someone else to do it?”
I grunted out a response and replied in a weary voice, “She only just moved in. I emailed you some information just a while ago. Take a look at it and see if it’s of any use to Uncle Louis.”
“There shouldn’t be a problem.” Then, he clucked his tongue, as though impressed. “You’ve been busy gathering information in secret, huh? Not bad. Did Anthony help you?”
“No.” I wasn’t in the mood to explain further. Plus, it was already late, so I said in a tired voice, “It’s getting late. Say hi to Uncle Louis for me. Let’s talk soon.”
Before I ended the call, he blurted out, “Letty, have you been feeling off lately?”
I stiffened a little bit. “No. Why?”
He hummed in relief and continued, “I received a medical record stating that you have depression, and by the looks of it, it seems kind of serious. How are you coping with Marcus’ death?”
Frowning, I shook my head. “I’m coping just fine. I’ll survive.”
“Why don’t we spare some time to meet tomorrow? I’ll take you to see a doctor.”
“That’s not necessary.” My frustration was apparent in my tone. “John, I’ll tell you if there’s anything wrong. Alright, I’m going to bed now. You should rest too.”
I hung up the call immediately.
Perhaps seeing Rylee made me feel irritated, so I chucked my phone aside.
Sensing someone behind me, I looked back to see Anthony staring coldly at me. Only God knows how long he had been standing there.
My forehead creased. How much of my conversation with John did he hear?
I opened my mouth to ask him, but he abruptly placed his hands on my waist and lowered his head to kiss me.
Not expecting him to do this, I simply stood there, feeling slightly disorientated.
But I came back to my senses after a few seconds and shoved him away irritably. “Let go of me, Anthony!”
He froze for a moment, frowned, then pulled me into his arms again. In a hoarse voice, he grumbled, “Isn’t it supposed to be like this between husband and wife?”
“What’s wrong with you?” A hint of anger streaked through me and I shot him a dirty look. “Your lover is still downstairs. Aren’t you afraid that she’d be heartbroken if she sees you behaving so uninhibited?”
A chuckle escaped his lips and he pressed me against him. “Lover? What an interesting choice of word, Sienna. Why? Are you jealous?”
I pushed against him, but he didn’t budge an inch. A frown appeared on my face as I evaded his kiss. “Anthony, where did you get all this confidence? Why would I be jealous?”
He smirked devilishly. “I know you’re jealous.” He trapped me in his embrace and purred in a baritone voice, “You love me, don’t you, Sienna?”
Momentarily losing control over my mind and body, I subconsciously grabbed onto his arms, looking a little flustered.
Noticing my subtle action, he lowered his voice and whispered into my ear, “Finally responding, hmm?”
My cheeks heated up all of a sudden. Suppressing my anger, I glared daggers at him and gritted out, “Are you done yet? Get out.”
He tightened his arms around me, as though unfazed by my show of anger. “Where do you want me to go?”
“Wherever you want. I don’t care!” I pursed my lips and shoved him hard. Then, I crawled into bed and closed my eyes in exhaustion.
He climbed into bed after me and circled me in his arms. My phone, which I had set aside, rang again out of the blue.
I flicked my eyes toward it and saw that it was John. Thus, I answered it without hesitation.
“Wait for me tomorrow. I’ll take you to see a doctor,” was what he said the moment the call was connected.
Upset, I was about to refuse when Anthony beat me to it with a gloomy expression. “Mr. Stanhope, by calling so late at night, I don’t suppose you want to listen in on my private conversation with my wife?”
Probably not expecting Anthony to be around, John fell silent for a moment before scoffing derisively. “Private conversation? You really do have a knack for blowing your own trumpet, Mr. Featherstone. Though, I’ve never heard of a wife answering a call in the midst of having a private conversation with her husband.” This undoubtedly struck a nerve in Anthony.
Anthony’s arms tightened around my waist, completely holding me down as he spoke meaningfully into the phone, “Sometimes, husband and wife tend to spice things up between each other. Don’t you know that, Mr. Stanhope?”
“Oh? Is that so? What an eye-opener. Why? Did you use to call Letty like this too when you were with Ms. Lorraine?”
Anthony’s face clouded over and he looked terrifyingly cold.
“Don’t sound so spiteful, Mr. Stanhope. At least the woman in my arms is mine to take, whereas she’s someone you can never dream of touching. So, I’d say that my situation is much more practical compared to your wishful thinking.”
Anthony’s words were indeed cruel. After ending the call, he tucked my hair behind my ear without demonstrating any signs of anger. “I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow,” was all he said.
I pursed my lips, but merely shut my eyes and let sleep take over me.
That night, I had quite a good sleep.
The next day, I woke up to see that Anthony had already changed his clothes.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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