I shook my head. “Nothing special. I seldom go out after work.”
It was getting dark, and Anthony still had not contacted me. Hence, I sent him a WhatsApp message: Have you taken your meal? After the message was sent, I looked out the window and spaced out.
Since I did not have any recommendations, Marcus decided to have our dinner at the hotel. As soon as I sat down in the restaurant, my phone vibrated.
It was a WhatsApp call. Looking at the caller ID, I could not help but frown. It was Joe. Nevertheless, I answered it. “Hi, Mr. Quinn.”
“Where are you?” He sounded a bit anxious.
I replied, “I’m at the restaurant in Lavelian Village Hotel. Why?”
“Come to the entrance and bring Anthony back to your room. His arm is hurt. Thank you.”
I was caught off guard for a moment. Anthony is hurt?
Before I could ask him more, he had hung up the call and left me speechless. How straightforward!
By the time I put down my phone, Marcus had ordered food for us. Looking at him apologetically, I stood up and said, “I’m sorry, Marcus. Something urgent came up. I need to leave now.”
With that, I took my bag and left. Even when he was calling for me to come back, I still continued to rush to the exit and apologized to him again. I was worried sick about Anthony.
At the entrance on the ground floor, Joseph helped Anthony out of the car. I went towards them and saw the bandage on Anthony’s arm. “What happened? Why is he hurt?”
Joseph paused for a second before answering me, “We had a car accident just now. Don’t worry, the doctor had applied some medication on the laceration wound on his arm.”
I frowned, thinking if I should help him. After all, it was his arm that was injured, so he should be fine walking without support. But in the end, I went forward and helped him.
As soon as we walked into the hotel, we saw Marcus striding towards us. Upon seeing the bandage on Anthony’s arm, he knitted his eyebrow and looked towards me. “We will have our meal next time.”
With that, he turned and left.
Anthony took a side glance at me and questioned, “You were having dinner with him just now?”
I nodded. “We had just ordered our food when Joe called me and said that you’re injured.”
His gaze darkened immediately as he looked at me coldly. “So, I disturbed both of you?”
I sensed the rising anger in his tone. “You’re overthinking. We were just having a meal.”
“How am I overthinking?” he snapped, looking a little angry.
Sighing, I pressed the elevator button and glanced up the ceiling. If we continued this conversation, it would just end up becoming a heated argument. Hence, I changed the topic. “You must be hungry. Let’s order room service and eat together in our room. What would you like to have for dinner?”
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and I helped him into the elevator. “Anything will do,” he responded nonchalantly and kept quiet after that.
Hmm, he seems to be in a bad mood. I guess it’s because of Marcus. I had bodyguards following me today, so I supposed they had reported my whereabouts to him. Anthony had always been possessive, so he must be irked by the fact that I had spent most of my time today with Marcus.
Even so, I was not angry with him. His moodiness was understandable, especially now that he was in pain. Bringing him back to our room, I asked in a warm tone of voice, “Did the doctor ask you to change the dressing? Did he prescribe any medicine?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
Seeing that he did not have any medicine with him, I figured his injury was not too serious, but I still opted to order room service and let them send our dinner to our room.
When I saw him walking towards the bathroom, I asked, “You want to take a bath?” I don’t think he can bathe with his injured arm.
He turned around and furrowed his brow. “I need to pee.”
Taken aback, I glanced away awkwardly and kept quiet. But as I thought that he might need some help, I asked out of concern, “Can you manage it yourself?”
He lifted a brow at my question and fixed his eyes on me. “You can help me if you want.”
His answer caught me completely off guard – I blushed and hesitated, not knowing what to say. I expected him to say he can manage by himself!
“So, do you want to help?” he asked in a low voice, waiting for my answer.
He is my husband, after all. We’ve been living together for a number of years, and we still have more years to come. One day, he would fall sick, and I might become ill as well. No matter how embarrassing it is, we have to take care of each other because we are a couple, not to mention he is wounded now.
After rationalizing my decision, I heaved out a sigh and accompanied him to the bathroom.
As he stood in front of the toilet, I bent down, biting my lip, and unfastened his belt buckle. Then, I unbuttoned his pants and proceeded to the zip.
When I was about to pull it down, he grabbed my hand and spoke with a raspy voice, “It’s okay. I can do it myself.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the bathroom.
Suddenly, his phone rang on the bed. I took a look at the screen and saw that it was Rylee calling – she probably wanted to ask about his injury. Thus, I did not pick up the phone.
However, it kept ringing, and Anthony was still in the bathroom. He heard the ringtone as well and shouted, “You can answer it.”
I pursed my lips and hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone. As soon as I put the phone against my ear, I heard Rylee crying, and her anxious voice came from the other side of the line. “Anth, are you feeling better now? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw a tantrum and caused you to get hurt. How I wish I was the one who got hurt instead. I promise you – I will always listen to you and won’t do anything rash.”
Oh, so he got hurt because of her?
I continued to hold the phone at my ear and remained silent. She continued to sob over the phone. “Anth, are you still angry with me? I’m sorry. I will…”
“The only thing you need to do is to stay away from him,” I cut her off, a hint of anger in my voice.
She went quiet for a while and gradually stopped her crying. “Sienna, why did you answer Anth’s phone? How could you simply pick up someone else’s phone? You’re so rude.”
I scoffed and said sarcastically, “Oh? Why aren’t you crying anymore? Where did your saccharine voice go? Was it because Anthony is not on the line? Your acting skills don’t seem to have improved over the years. Oh, and I’m sorry to tell you that it was Anthony who asked me to answer his phone. He’s currently in the bathroom, unavailable to pick up your call.”
She snorted contemptuously; her voice laced with jealousy. “Sienna, stop your smugness. Even though I’m not married to Anthony, I’m still someone he cares dearly. You can see it for yourself. Today he could have protected himself, but he still chose to protect me and got himself injured. Yes, maybe he truly loves you and cares about you, too. But he has grown accustomed to having me by his side. Therefore, in the years to come, I’ll continue to be the barrier between you and him.”
I was not angry with her words, but I found them utterly ridiculous. So, I asked cheerfully, “Rylee, aren’t you tired of this?”
She was speechless for a second before answering, “As long as it makes your life harder, I’ll never ever be tired.”
“Okay!” I nodded. “I wish you luck.”
With that, I ended the call and put the phone aside.
I was about to turn around when someone hugged me from behind, startling me. As I caught a whiff of a familiar scent, I knew that it was Anthony. “Do you always walk without a sound?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Don’t you know that?”
Well, he’s right.
I turned around and looked at the bandage on his arm. “Don’t bathe tonight, Anthony. I’ll get some hot water and wipe down your body instead. Taking a bath might make the bandage wet and delay the healing of the wound.”
He curled his lips into a smile. “Alright.”
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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