Chapter 101 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

“It’s just around the corner.” The moment I finished the sentence, I ended the call.

By now, I was almost done with my meal. Realizing I had eaten a larger portion than usual, Nick giggled. “Do you want more?”

I nodded. After all, Anthony was going to be here soon, and I was not going to let him watch us eat.

Two minutes later, Anthony arrived.

Swiftly and naturally, he took his seat beside me and placed his arm behind me. Looking at the plate on the table, he asked, “What else would you like?”

“I’m full.” It was an honest answer. I had finished almost a plate full of meat earlier, and it was more than enough.

“We’ve ordered more food,” Nick replied. “Mr. Featherstone, aren’t you a busy man?”

Anthony gave him a glimpse before responding, “Somewhat.”

Nothing good could come out from Nick, and I never had any expectations for him to speak good words either. Yet, it still surprised me to hear him say, “That girl earlier looks like she’s at least ten years younger than you. Mr. Featherstone, are you interested in younger ladies recently?”

I froze in the middle of drinking my water. Is he challenging Anthony’s patience?

Observing Anthony’s expression from the corner of my eye, I realized he only had a casual smile on his face. “So, you like pregnant ladies?”

I immediately spat out the water I had yet to swallow.

Anthony peeked at me before he gracefully wiped my face with a few pieces of tissue. Feeling anxious, I took the tissues from him and continued dabbing my face.

Meanwhile, Nick had the gloomiest expression I had not seen the whole time. “Not exactly. It’s just so that the person I like is a pregnant woman.”

What the hell?

I promptly shot him a glare. Are you trying to play with fire?

He averted his eyes from me, choosing to stare at Anthony with a defiant look instead.

Still calm and elegant, Anthony muttered, “What a pity this pregnant lady is already someone’s wife, and she’s about to become a mother. You have no chances.”

“Not necessarily. There are many people who marry again. She is just too young and inexperienced, she married the wrong person. Hence, it is just a matter of time for her to marry someone else.”

Utterly disinterested in their conversation, I stood up and announced, “I’m full. Enjoy your conversation.”

Then, I headed out. Behind me, I heard Nick’s foolish words. “Letty, we’ve made an agreement. I’ll be your child’s godfather. If that doesn’t work out, I don’t mind become the child’s father either.”

I walked away even faster at that.

The car was parked outside the mall, and it did not take me long to reach it. Anthony had followed me to the parking lot, and I could see a terrifying grim look on his face.

After starting the engine, I uttered, “Put on your safety belt.”

He shot me a look before he responded, “I won’t die.”

Hearing his haughty tone, I did not insist and drove back to the villa. It was only four in the evening, and it was still early.

Mrs. Eriksen was still tending to the garden. After a few days of hard work, the garden that had been wrecked in the heavy rain was back to its lovely state.

Noticing my return with Anthony, she smiled and asked, “You’re back. What do you want to have for dinner tonight?”

“Anything’s fine,” Anthony replied before I could.

Then, a pain traveled up my arm from my wrist, and he dragged me back to the bedroom.

Once he slammed the door shut, he strode toward me. The shadow of his towering figure loomed over me, and I felt a tinge of fear creeping onto me.

“Anthony, you… “ I was a little overwhelmed by his sudden anger.

“Godfather?” A mocking smile curled on his lips. “And he even wants to be the father. Sienna, when did the two of you get so close?”

I was lost for words as I cursed Nick for his blo*dy mouth in my heart. Of all the things to say, he has to say that!

Raising my head to look at Anthony, I plastered a smile on and mumbled, “He’s talking nonsense. You were there, so I’m sure you could tell that it’s nonsense too.”

“I can’t.” At that, he dropped his head and bit my neck.

Feeling a sharp pang of pain, I yelled, “Anthony, you’re being unreasonable!” Clearly, that was clearly Nick’s rubbish. He’s already in his thirties. How can he not realize they’re rubbish?

I didn’t even say anything about him having lunch with someone else. All Nick did was spout some nonsense, and he’s already acting like this.

At that moment, I felt I was wronged and I glared at him.

Looking at me, he narrowed his dark eyes. Then, he slowly pressed light kisses on the spots he bit as he mumbled, “You are ungrateful!”

The steamy atmosphere made the two of us feverish. He grabbed my waist roughly, growling sensually, “Focus on me.”

The next thing I knew, Anthony was carrying me to the bed. Towering over me, he spoke as if giving a command, “Take it off.”

Following his gaze to my nether regions, I was at a loss for words. I placed my hands over my belly and looked at him nervously. “The doctor said that we shouldn’t! It’s going to hurt the kid.”

I’m not going to budge on this!

Upon hearing my words, his gaze visibly darkened. “So what? You want me to just give up like that?” He whispered, his tone dangerous.

I nodded lightly. “That’s what the doctor said. Don’t do it unless you don’t want this kid anymore.”

As he pursed his lips in silence, my phone suddenly rang.

I got him off me and took my phone. It was John.

Feeling somewhat nervous, I glanced at Anthony. He seemed to be rather displeased upon seeing the name displayed on my phone screen.

I got up, wanting to answer the call at the balcony.

However, a pair of hands quickly grabbed my shoulders. “Answer it here!” He commanded before pressing on the speaker button.

I frowned. “Anthony, you’re invading my privacy!”

In response, he sneered and said, “We’re a married couple. Everything should be shared between us.”

“How shameless!”

As I answered the call, I could only pray for John to keep things straightforward and clean. Nick has already given me enough trouble… So if John acts up now, I’ll definitely get skinned by Anthony.

“Hello, Mr. Stanhope. May I know why you’re calling me?” There, that should sound formal enough.

I glanced at Anthony. His expression seemed less unpleasant, as I expected.

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