Chapter 143 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Anthony’s voice grew even more frosty as he spat, “Just do as I say!”

Then, he ended the call.

For a moment, all I could do was stare at Anthony. I could not even come up with an adjective to describe him. At last, I walked over to sit down opposite him. Giving him a thumbs up, I complimented, “Mr. Featherstone, you are a wealthy man indeed!”

At this rate, he should switch jobs instead of working as an acquirer!

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Throw away all that trash John gave you. Just tell me what you want and I’ll buy it for you!”

I pursed my lips, not sure what to say to that. In the end, I settled with, “Mr. Featherstone, that’s very generous of you!”

I gazed down at the items in my hand. Monetary-wise, they really weren’t worth that much. However, to me, they were extremely precious.

Not wanting to get into another fight with him, I tried to explain again, “Back when I was in high school, my allowance was only fifty to spend on my food. At the time, a lot of the girls in my school would doll themselves up with necklaces or bracelets. Yet, I had nothing.”

Here, I paused and sighed. “Since I really wanted to be like them but couldn’t ask for money from my Grandma, I decided to work for it. I helped one of the cafeteria staff in our school and earned a few hundred for my efforts. After that, I bought this necklace for myself, this belt for John, and this thimble for my Grandma.”

Noting how Anthony’s expression had mellowed out a little at my explanation, I set the items down on the coffee table. “To you, these items might appear cheap and ugly. But to me, they’re a part of my past. They represent just how stubborn and persistent I was back then!”

At last, he locked gazes with me. Undecipherable emotions swirled in his eyes as he stated, “Next time, just tell me whatever you desire. As long as you want it, I’ll definitely give it to you!”

Although I was originally in a rather despondent mood, I nearly laughed upon hearing his words. Is it just me or can Anthony be quite an idiot sometimes?

Joseph really was quite the efficient man. It took him less than an hour to troop into the villa with a group of people following him. Each of them was carrying intricate boxes in their hands.

Joseph turned to Anthony, his expression as indifferent as ever. “Mr. Featherstone, these are this year’s newest jewelry designs.”

Anthony glanced at me and raised an eyebrow pointedly. “Go and have a look. Pick out what you would like to keep.”

My eyebrow twitched slightly before I asked Joseph, “Are all these jewelry expensive?”

I was a realist so I hope my lack of tack could be forgiven. I seriously had zero knowledge of all these luxurious items.

Joseph replied solemnly, “All of them are from well-known brands and were crafted by the most skilled and patient artisans. On average, each piece costs at least twenty million.”

I was utterly stunned at his words. For a few seconds, all I could do was gape at him in shock. Then, I turned to Anthony and said, “Anthony, I don’t like any of them. Please tell them to take them all away.”

Only someone crazy would spend so much money on a piece of jewelry!

Anthony frowned. “You don’t like any of them?” He took a sweeping look at all the jewelry before focusing on me, waiting for my answer.

I shook my head and answered earnestly, “Nope, not a single one of them.”

“Leave them all behind!” he commanded. Then, he pinned Joseph with a look. “Next time, be more patient when you’re selecting things. It’ll save you more energy in the long run.”

Joseph blinked in surprise before he nodded sternly.

Having gotten involved in the business world in the past two years, I had picked up on certain nuances businessmen liked to use. Anthony’s words were a clear chastisement that Joseph was not a very efficient man.

Joseph had the people set down all their jewelry cases. After giving them some instructions, they all left.

Taking in all the jewelry that had been left behind, I stared at Anthony dumbly. “Mr. Featherstone, you’re a generous man indeed!”

With that said, I turned and headed for the bedroom.

Since I was not in the habit of wearing jewelry, all those were nothing better than useless clutter. I was at a loss for how to even complain about Anthony’s extravagant behavior.

Thankfully, Anthony was no longer angry about John giving me those items. Nonetheless, he was an extremely strange man, because now, he was actually asking me to buy him a belt.

“Anthony Featherstone! Why don’t you go and consult Dr. Crest if you’re mentally ill instead of tormenting me!” What the hell kind of request is that?

“If you can earn money to buy a belt for John, why can’t you buy one for me? I’m your husband while he’s just your nominal brother!” Hearing such words come out of his mouth really was a surreal experience. It was also incredibly awkward.

I chuckled and retorted, “And you’re just my nominal husband! Besides, why should I buy you a belt? You’ve never deemed any of the other clothing I bought you worthy of even a glance!”

“Other clothing?” He was visibly surprised. “When did you buy me other clothes?”

“I’ve always been buying you clothing; they’re all back at the villa in J City. You’ve never worn any of them though. I gave one to Dr. Crest previously when his clothes got wet. It’s not like you were wearing it anyway.”

“Sienna, do you even know where I normally put my clothes?”

“Of course I do!”

What did it matter that I did though? His closet was filled with either black or white shirts. The shirts I bought him were not even in the same league quality-wise. Even if I put the clothes I bought him in there, he probably would not touch them anyway.

He glared at me. “Who else did you give my clothes to?”

I shook my head and replied, “He’s the only one.”

“Get it back from him!”

What the hell? Did he seriously just say what I thought he said?

“Anthony Featherstone, you can get it back yourself! I’m not as shameless as you!” Does he honestly think I can just get back what I already gifted to someone else?

To my horror, he actually fished out his phone to call Jared. I took in his serious expression and voiced my disbelief, “You seriously want it back?”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “It’s my shirt. Why can’t I get it back?”

I had nothing to say to that. I was utterly dumbfounded at the sheer depth of his shamelessness. This really has been an eye-opening day.

“Go outside if you want to call! I don’t want nor need to hear your conversation.” Just the thought of how that conversation would go with Jared had shame burning through me.

Unfortunately, the call went through before he could leave the room. Jared’s cool voice came over the speakers, “Anthony, what is it?”

“I want the shirt that Sienna lent to you previously back. Clean it and return it to me as soon as you can.” Anthony went straight to the point, his expression completely unchanged from its normal bland look.

He’s good, I’ll give him that!

I could already imagine the look on Jared’s face. Anthony turned on the loudspeakers and I could hear silence on the other end for several seconds. Then, Jared spoke up, “Do you have so little clothes that that one shirt matters so much?”

“I don’t lack clothes.”

“Then forget about it. I don’t even know where I left it.” Much like Anthony, Jared was a rather standoffish man. With that said, he got ready to end the call.

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