He dropped me on the bed and climbed on top of me. It was intimate being in his arms.
We were all adults. Naturally, I knew what was coming up next, but I felt a little awkward all the same.
“Anthony…”
At the sound of his name, he looked at me with his dark eyes. “Never leave me again for any reason,” he said hoarsely, his Adam’s apple shifted seductively. “You must know that you’re my wife. You can depend on me for any problems you have. Please think of me whenever you run into any difficulties. Only me!”
I felt my eyes shift dreamily. “Thank you, Anthony.”
He nuzzled his face close to my ear and chuckled. “No need to thank me. Let’s get practical.”
He laughed again at the surprised expression on my face and pulled me into his arms. “You’re too thin. We’ll get you started on a nutritious diet tomorrow onwards, or people will start talking about how I’m starving my wife.”
I bit my trembling lip. I had in my heart appreciation for that man which I did not truly know how to express.
He held me even tighter. “Tomorrow we’ll bring Summer over to live with us.”
I nodded, not quite knowing what to say.
Anthony seemed exceedingly warm and gentle that night. I’m not sure what caused it, but I couldn’t quell the suspicions that arose in my heart.
I woke up the next day and found no trace of him next to me.
He was already dressed and stood by the window. “Why don’t you sleep a little while longer?” he said as he turned to me.
“Are you going out?” His clothes were prim and he was in a splendid mood; even went out of his way to style his hair. He looked even more dashing that way.
Anthony came closer and pecked my forehead. “I’m leaving to fetch Summer,” he informed me. “Just trying some clothes to see if they’re a good fit.”
I laughed involuntarily. “You’re just picking her up, why do you need to dress so formally?”
And did his hair.
He chuckled and passed his necktie to me. “I’m a father now. I have to look good for my daughter.”
I tied his tie neatly for him. “She’s only three months old, what impression are you hoping to leave?” I giggled.
He bent down and examined his tie. “How does it look?” he asked happily.
There was nothing much I could say but nod.
I stretched and was prepared to get up from the bed when I was struck by a sudden bout of intense pain. I stared at him in a fury. “Anthony you b*stard!”
He was taken aback at my outburst. “What is it?”
I pursed my lips and was about to get out of bed when he scooped me up in his arms. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.”
I glared at him again as he carried me into the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, as I was still held by him.
“Anthony, if you’re going to do this again, we’ll sleep in separate beds,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows and put me down. “How about what you did?”
I froze in surprise. What have I done?
He bit his lip in a terrible attempt to keep from smiling and looked at me knowingly. It was a while before I noticed a patch of white fluid on his shirt.
To my horror, I realized that it was my breast milk! My face grew red hot. “I… I didn’t ask you to carry me!” I stuttered.
“Noted. I’ll be more careful next time,” Anthony said as he smiled wickedly.
I…
“That’s fine. As long as you keep feeding Summer, it won’t be uncontrollable like this. It’s normal for women who were recently pregnant. By the looks of it, Summer would have more than she needs,” Anthony said as he took off the soiled jacket.
I ignored him. After I shoved him out of the bathroom, I proceeded to clean myself up.
When I got dressed, I found Anthony downstairs preparing breakfast.
“Have some breakfast before going!” he called out when he saw me.
“Let’s go now,” I declared as I picked up my purse. I was in no mood for breakfast.
Anthony felt helpless at my petulance. He scooped up two boiled eggs and handed them to me. “Eat them in the car.”
He then grabbed his keys and left the house with me.
Throughout the journey, I was reluctant to speak to him. “I found two housekeepers,” he said, in an attempt to break the awkwardness. “Give them a go, and if you think they’re not a good fit, we’ll find new ones after the new year, okay?”
“Alright,” I said, and lapsed back into silence.
I could sense that Anthony was looking for ways to remain conversational with me. “When we get Summer, we’ll drop by the hospital.” He tried again.
“For what?” I asked, in spite of myself.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. “You don’t plan on undergoing treatment every time you feel discomfort?”
I…
“How would you treat this sort of thing?” This was a psychological problem, not a physiological one.
“All illnesses can be treated. It depends on the doctor.”
After a pause, he continued. “Furthermore, you’ve been losing sleep. It won’t do to let this problem drag on.”
“It’s been much better recently,” I retorted in an effort to defend myself. He wasn’t aware that I had trouble sleeping when I lost my child. But it’s been much better since I knew that Summer is coming to live with us.
He bit his lip again, barely suppressing his amusement. “If every night is going to be like last night, are you planning on wringing me dry?” he asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye.
I…
I looked up at him and said in a level voice, “If you don’t come on to me, how would I wring you dry?”
“When did you become this confused?” Anthony frowned as he held the wheel.
As he said that, he took my hand in his and kissed it. “If your reaction has slowed down, and if it’s happened multiple times, it won’t heal up as well. You still need to visit the hospital in the future.”
I stared at him defiantly. “If you didn’t touch me, it wouldn’t have happened!”
His gaze darkened. “So your plan is to deprive me to death?”
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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