Chapter 401 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

Chapter 401 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

I was calm and composed when I uttered those hurtful words, thanks to the hell I had been through in the four years.

Crash! Anthony slammed the phone on the floor, and it was in bits and pieces. His pent-up fury got the best of him.

We’d been together for seven years, and never had I saw him exploded with wrath. It almost made me believed that his vehemence could eat me up alive.

Stupefied, I stared at him blankly as this dark and bloodthirsty character simmered inside him.

There was one moment where I actually thought he would hit me.

But he only smacked his lips and spoke. “Sever the ties between you and Marcus and stay out of anything that has to do with him. As for Camelia, stop talking to her.”

To have myself hurt for the benefit of others was just not worth it. It was funny how rage could overthrow one’s gentility and propriety.

Anthony’s sudden burst of anger was the result of repressed emotions.

I understood where it came from and decided to tolerate it. We all needed to channel our frustrations somewhere somehow, right?

That was why I quietly left the room. We weren’t kids anymore.

When emotions kicked in, despite how hysterical it became, even to the extent of howling in your heart and wishing to part, we couldn’t just smash things, nor should we simply run away.

Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Anthony didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Sienna.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Anthony hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Anthony had hired her to take care of Summer.

Summer had gotten much better, and was playing with Snowfluff in the yard.

Seeing this sight, I decided to let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would you like me to send it to your room?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back to my room.

After freshening up, I sat at my dresser, and only then did I notice how long my hair had grown. It was around my waist now.

Back in university, I’d always preferred to have it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to wait till my hair grew to my waist and never let that happen.

The guy would get the message sooner or later.

I chuckled from the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart- warming memory that could be savored forever.

Serendipity worked in its own peculiar ways. No matter the twists and turns our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary, despite persistent efforts, you’d eventually lose what was meant for someone else.

Tap, tap, tap… That must be Flora.

I turned around while braiding my hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t her but Anthony.

Slowly, I swiveled back, and everything went half the pace.

Didn’t we quarrel last night?

His hand softly caressed my shoulders, and I could see his gentle eyes observing my every braid through the mirror. There wasn’t a tinge of viciousness.

I kept my gaze low, refusing to meet his, and kept on with my business. But there’s a limit to my hair length, meaning I had to come to a stop eventually.

I chose silence, and so did he.

Huh!

I took a breath, and right before I could ask my question, Anthony put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later. Do you wanna put on some makeup?”

Oh my, it totally slipped my mind! We spoke about this last night.

I appreciated his initiative. He never had to give in since he’d been treated like a king his whole life, so I had to say or do something.

I nodded and opened the drawer as I took out the hairband, and tied my hair with it.

“Do you still have to go to the company?” I rubbed my lips with chapstick.

I forwent the idea of putting on make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would do the trick.

“You are so pretty!” He tried to butter me up in a childlike manner.

That put a smile across my face as I stood up and went into the wardrobe.

At the dining table.

I wasn’t hungry in the first place. Anthony’s phone rang when we were few bites into our late lunch. It was Joseph.

Anthony assumed that it must’ve been about the company and excused himself.

He got on his feet as he answered the call and turned his back towards the table. His conversation was a string of technical terms, which sounded like a foreign language to me.

One thing that I was positive about was that he was acquiring White Corporation progressively.

The jacket potatoes on my plate didn’t manage to whet my appetite. Scrape! My chair dragged the floor as I got up.

Seeing that I was about to leave, he ruffled and hung up. “Hey, what’s the matter? Is the food not to your liking?”

Flora was definitely on edge when she heard that. After all, it was her first day at work, and a complaint would send her straight home.

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