Chapter 102 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

John sounded weary. From the clicking noises of his keyboard, I reckoned that he must still be at work.

“Letty, come to have dinner with me tonight.” He seemed to be informing me rather than asking me.

I furrowed my brows and replied, “I don’t have the time. If that’s all, I’m hanging up then.”

Before I could end the call, John suddenly spoke, “Aren’t you going to talk to me about Jackson?”

I almost jumped. Sensing Anthony’s scorching gaze on me, I could feel every muscle in my body starting to tense up.

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“Letty, drop the act. You know very well why Jackson left the country in the first place. The fact that you cut off all contact with him for so long only to contact him now could only mean one thing. Anthony isn’t treating you right, is he?” he continued.

His words, along with the sound of him typing furiously on his keyboard was truly getting on my nerves.

“It shouldn’t matter to you whether or not I’m living a happy life! Why are you so nosy? Goodbye!” I spluttered.

Without any more hesitation, I hung up the call before he could utter another word.

His words had triggered me so much that I almost could not control my anger.

On the other hand, Anthony was simply looking at me intently, as if he were trying to interrogate me with his eyes. Gosh. I really have to give it to John for having absolutely no tact whatsoever.

He knows exactly where my wounds are, and he’s sprinkling his salt on all the right spots!

The atmosphere in the bedroom became chilly. I knew that Anthony was not feeling happy about the things he heard and I wanted to talk to him, but I simply did not know where to begin.

Feeling troubled, I lay back down on the bed in silence.

Having sex out of repressed anger felt a little odd. Anthony was touching me all over roughly, yet I could not sense any passion in his movements.

I did not try to stop him and let him have his way with me.

After a few moments of not getting any reactions from me, he paused and stared at me as he grew more annoyed by the second.

To make things worse for me, that was not the first time something this awkward had happened between us, and he knew exactly how this type of sex would make me feel.

As the silence in the room persisted, my phone started ringing again in an untimely manner. Anthony seized it before I could even react.

After answering the call, he remained quiet and gave me a mocking look.

“Letty, I’ve sent you some fruits. You can go collect it now. I think they have been delivered.” Macy’s voice sounded from the speaker.

Just as I was about to reply to her, Anthony cut me off and said, “She’s busy!”

After a moment of silence, Macy said, “It… It’s just downstairs. It’s not like it’s far away…”

“She’s literally under me right now. Do you really think she’s able to go and get it?” He spoke, gritting his teeth in anger.

Macy went silent. After another short pause, the call ended.

Fuming, Anthony turned my phone off and gave me a stern look as he went on with what he was doing.

I could tell that his mood was terrible, but that was about it.

After a few rounds of our “workout” in bed, I felt completely dead inside. Not only was it tiring, but it also made me feel uncomfortable and offended.

Anthony pulled me into an awkward position in the crook of his arm, talking to me with his eyes half-open, “Go clean yourself.”

“I don’t feel like moving.”

Feeling beyond exhausted, all I wanted to do at that moment was to lay in bed quietly.

Perhaps the sex somewhat made up for his emotional void, he leaned in for a gentle kiss before smiling. “You need to improve your stamina a little, don’t you think so?”

My eyelids felt heavier than ever and I could no longer muster the strength to reply to him.

As I rested in his arms, the stickiness of my sweat gradually started bothering me.

Eventually, I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water stung as it hit my swollen bits. After a minute-long shower, I stumbled back toward the bed and collapsed onto it.

I was so drained that I was already fast asleep when Anthony walked out of the bathroom after his shower.

I could vaguely remember him holding me for a bit before leaving.

When I woke up, night had already fallen. Sleeping in the daytime always made me feel as if I had a hangover.

I took my time to get out of bed.

Anthony seemed to be busy with his phone calls in the study. Upon seeing me come downstairs, Mrs. Eriksen immediately went to the kitchen to get me some food.

I did not really have the appetite for all the dishes she had prepared and got her to keep them after a few bites.

The sound of a heavy downpour could be heard from outside. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Seeing that Mrs. Eriksen was still occupied in the kitchen, I went to get the door myself. It was Kristina.

She looked absolutely stunning. At the golden age of twenty years old, she seemed to be able to rock anything she wore.

Nevertheless, she was already very much a fashionista herself. Donning a military green casual top matched with a pair of black high-rise wide pants, she looked youthful but classy. Her hair and accessories also looked good.

“Hi, Ms. Stanhope. I’m here to deliver the documents that the president requested!” She said as she closed her umbrella, her charcoal eyes peering behind my shoulder.

She was obviously looking at Anthony.

I nodded. “Come on in!”

My brows furrowing, I could not help but wonder why would Anthony get a girl to send him documents on such a stormy day.

Meanwhile, Anthony, who had come out of the study, also frowned upon seeing Kristina. “Why is it you? Where’s Joseph?” He questioned.

Kristina chuckled shyly and replied, “Mr. Campbell’s girlfriend fell sick. He’s kind of occupied with that now, so he got me to come instead.”

She then passed the documents to him.

Just then, Mrs. Eriksen appeared from the kitchen again with a cup of water in hand, she looked at Anthony and said, “Mr. Anthony, Ms. Stanhope didn’t eat much just now. I think she’s feeling under the weather too. How about you cook her some pumpkin soup later? It’s her favorite!”

I was a little taken aback. Evidently, those words were not meant for Anthony but Kristina.

There was a slight change to Kristina’s expression at that but otherwise, she still looked normal.

Gosh, Mrs. Eriksen. Thanks, but you might be overthinking this. In the two years that I had been together with Anthony, there was something that I sure about, and that was the fact that he still loved and felt indebted to Rylee.

However, he was not a playboy who would lay a finger on just any girl.

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