“Am I not allowed to be angry? You’re spending most of the day with Marcus. Why don’t you just take him in as your godson? That way, you can keep him company every second of your life.”
Looking at his enraged expression, I retorted, “Why don’t you tell me to marry him instead?”
Smack! He slammed his hand onto the table, looking a second away from strangling me to death. “So it’s right of you to come back after midnight?”
I dropped my head, whispering miserably, “No. You only know how to lose your temper every time. You don’t even bother asking me why I’m there or what happened. All you do is lose your temper. You’re even saying that I’m in the wrong just by coming home late. Anthony, you’re unreasonable.”
He tensed, nearly barking out an angry laugh. A beat later, some of the anger melted away from his face, and he asked, “All right. Tell me then. Why did you go to Marcus’ place?”
I sat down and muttered, “Get me a glass of water first.”
He froze as the corner of his lips twitched. “Sienna, you-”
“Forget it if you don’t want to. Don’t yell at me again. I’ll stop talking if you want me to.” After all, it was not like he could do anything to me, even if he got mad.
His dark eyes stared at me for a while as he bit down on his thin lips. In the end, he said, “You’d better say something I want to listen to later, or else…”
He did not continue his sentence. Instead, he gave me a glass of water and sat down opposite me. “Speak.”
I cupped the glass with both hands as I ruminated over the events before replying, “Benjamin’s dead.”
He raised a brow at that. “I know. Aunt Sally told me about it.” After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and uttered, “That’s all?”
I sighed. “Marcus’ mother, Sharon, jumped off Prism building today. I’m scared that Marcus would not be able to take it, so I spent some time with him at Central Park. That’s why I’m back late tonight.”
He furrowed his brows and questioned, “What actually happened?”
In recent days, he had been busy. Perhaps Sally only mentioned Benjamin’s passing to him; she might not have even told him any details.
After all, this was the Whites’ family matter. At the end of the day, Anthony and I were outsiders.
After a brief thought, I continued, “The day Benjamin passed, Sally told Sharon things from a decade ago, and I think they really affected her. Her mental state did not seem right near the end. Maybe she couldn’t take it, so she followed in Benjamin’s footsteps.”
He only nodded, having little thoughts about the Whites’ family matter. Then he looked at me and said, “Marcus has his own life to continue, so don’t keep going there. Don’t forget that I’m your husband, not him.”
I could hear the jealousy oozing out of his words.
Pursing my lips, I huffed, “Anthony, I’m just repaying a favor. Can you not assume that everything is as complicated as you think they are?”
“Repaying a favor? You’ve got so many ways to repay a favor. Did you have to go there yourself?” There he was, being sarcastic again.
Anyway, he was not in a good mood, and he did not wish to talk much to me. Therefore, I did not take his words to heart.
Instead, I said, “It’s already late. Aren’t you sleepy?”
He shot me a glance before storming up the stairs.
Knowing that he was fuming on the inside, I did not make him angrier anymore. When I returned to the bedroom, he was not around, and I was sure he must have gone to the study.
I then went to wash up in the bathroom. It had anti-slip tiles, so I usually took off my house slippers when I went in.
However, I somehow managed to slip and fall a few steps into the bathroom.
“Ah!” I shrieked in fear.
Bang! The bedroom door burst open to reveal Anthony, panting by the doorway. It seemed like he had rushed over.
When he saw me on the floor, he frowned as he lifted me up into his arms. “Are you hurt?”
“I sprained my ankle.”
He then reached out to pinch my ankle, and I could not help but gasp from the pain. “Ouch!”
“So you know it hurts?” he snarled. “Do you use your eyes to breathe?”
Pouting, I whispered, “How am I to know that the floor is so slippery. Who in their right mind would want to fall?”
He gave me a taunting look. “Who can you blame if you were the one to not watch where you were going?” After a pause, he continued, “What were you about to do?”
“Shower!” Why does he have such a terrible temper?
He placed me gently into the bathtub and filled the tub before coldly saying, “Do you need me to wash you?”
“No need!” came my quick reply.
He continued, staring at me apathetically. “It’s as if you’ve lost your parents-in-law when his parents died, Sienna Stanhope.”
I-
What kind of logic is that?
How did he even connect this to that?
“Anthony, is this fun for you? It’s not whatever you think it is; I slipped on accident. Moreover, Marcus helped me in the past, and now that he’s having so many troubles. What’s wrong with me helping him a little? Have I ever said anything about your relationship with Rylee? Besides, there’s nothing between Marcus and me.”
Anthony was being melodramatic. If not for Marcus’ appearance back then, I would have died with the baby. Now that he was facing such a tragedy and there was no one around him he could talk to. What was wrong with me being concerned about him as a friend?
“Ha!” He barked out a laugh. “Do you have to help him in this way? Sienna, do you think you’re the only one who knows how to repay a favor? Will it kill you to get someone to take care of Marcus instead?”
“Sure! You get someone to do that, then!” I huffed. “If that’s the case, you could’ve found someone to take care of Rylee, too. Why did you have to do it yourself then?”
The anger overwhelmed him and took away his words for a moment. With an expression as dark as charcoal, he uttered, “Stop talking about things from the past. Hurry up and shower. Call me when you’re done.”
“There’s no need for that!” I was furious, too. “I can do this myself!”
His lips twisted into a sneer. “You can? Are you planning to jump out of the tub and slip one more time? Are you that keen to cripple yourself?”
“You-” Inwardly, I was seething and closed to erupting like a volcano, but I did my best to tamp it down. “Get out.”
Even as he left, I could see that he was in a foul mood.
Half an hour later…
After my shower, I stared at my swollen ankle under the water. I stood up by myself while holding onto the edge of the bathtub.
It was a level of pain I could bear, so technically, I could do this by myself.
On the rack beside the tub were my towel, pajamas, lotion, and essential oil. As I sat by the edge of the tub, I started applying the lotion on myself. As the scent of the essential oil was too strong, I left them alone.
Just as I was about to grab the towel to dry my hair, I knocked over the bottle of essential oil, and the glass shattered on the ground.
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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