It was already nightfall when we got back to the villa. After having dinner with Anthony, Emery called.
“Hey, remember that sandalwood box that I wanted to mail to you? I’ve been swamped, and it slipped off my mind. You free tonight? Let’s grab a drink.” She didn’t sound happy.
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” It didn’t take me long to say yes. Anthony was in his study. He had been warm and sweet recently, but I somehow felt that he had something in the back of his mind.
I went to his study only to see him flipping through a large pile of documents Joseph brought back.
He looked up when he heard my footsteps. “Are you bored?”
“Nah. Actually, Emery asked me out for a drink.”
He nodded and closed the folder in front of him. “Right, what’s the address? I’ll send you there.”
I didn’t budge. “You still have a lot of things to do, and I can get there myself. Don’t think you should be moving around much after the operation, anyway.”
“Okay. So how long will you be there?” He raised his brows, waiting for my answer.
“Two hours.” I guessed that Emery must’ve been caught up with some relationship troubles.
His puckered his lips. “One hour. Give me the address, and I’ll pick you up after.”
“B—” He cut in before I could voice my discontent. “You being away for too long worries me.”
Since he’d put it that way, I dipped my head, gesturing submission.
I put on my coat, took the car keys and headed out.
Emery and I would be meeting at her club in Imperial Hotel situated in the city center.
As usual, the club was crazily buzzing. I saw her looking out from the second floor and a bottle of red wine on her table.
“Sienna! Right here!” She waved. It seemed like she had been here for quite a while.
I sat myself down, snatched her glass of red wine, and got the attention of the waiter. “Excuse me, a cup of hot milk, please.”
“Hot milk? In a club? Stop joking, Sienna.” She laughed, but her squinted eyes and droopy brows said otherwise.
The waiter obviously knew who she was. He left briskly after taking the order.
Emery rested her chin on the back of her hand as she gazed at the girls on the dance floor. “Sienna, I’m not happy.”
I felt a pinch in my heart.
As I took a sip of the red wine, I looked at her. “Is it about Hunter? Or is it about your mother-in-law?”
If someone’s complaining only after a few days of marriage, these were probably the only reasons.
She looked back with her eyes slightly shuttered in a teasing manner. “Have you ever seen parents who insisted on living with their son after he got married?”
“Well, both Anthony and I don’t have parents, and George barely interferes in our affairs. So, no.” Those were my honest two cents.
She tittered. “You see, life always goes against our will. If only I didn’t get married.”
It was normal for a pregnant woman to experience fluctuating emotions. “Maybe they just want to help out and to take care of you since you’re preggers.”
“Umph. Let’s talk about something else.”
The waiter came and placed the milk on the table. She bulldozed it out of sight. Nope, not her kind of drink.
“You want some juice?” Those who were up the duff got nauseous easily. It must’ve been the fishy smell that turned her head away.
She bobbed her head. I looked at the waiter and ordered a glass of mango juice.
“How did you know I like mango juice?” Emery asked.
“I’ve seen you drinking it.” And I looked towards the first floor.
“Is there someone you know?” She traced my gaze and asked.
“The young lady seated on the lounge sofa looks familiar.” I shrugged my brows and looked down while supporting my chin with the back of my hand.
When Emery got a clearer picture, she clicked her tongue. “Look at the man beside her, and you’ll know who she is.”
Both of them had their backs towards me. I tried to get a glimpse of their side view.
“John?” I froze.
“You siblings have quite an uncanny connection, don’t you?”
As I looked more closely, I noticed that the lady next to him was scantily clad. I still couldn’t figure out who she was, though.
Taking a closer look, I realized that it was indeed Yvonne and I furrowed my eyebrows. Even now, she’s still pestering John?
Emery noticed my confusion, she shrugged as she explained, “It’s normal for a playboy like John to have a random woman on his arm at all times and happily welcome any girl who comes onto him. Don’t worry too much about it. He’ll dump her as soon as he gets tired of her.”
I didn’t care about John and Yvonne’s relationship. I was concerned about Hannah, who had given birth barely a month ago and had grown scarily frail when I went to visit her today.
Does she know what John was doing?
I tried to get up from my seat, but Emery stopped me. “Where are you going, Sienna? Even if you kill him, his ghost will still come back to try and hook up with these women. Just let him do what he wants.”
“I don’t want him to regret his actions.” I stared at the couple on the first floor who were already exchanging heated kisses.
Emery pursed her lips. “I think you just feel bothered because of Hannah. Back then, you thought about leaving Anthony because of his feelings for Rylee, and then left without another word when you learned that Anthony had set you up.
“Hannah is also a woman. Once her patience hits its limit, she’ll likely leave and take her child with her too. If that happens, John won’t be the one panicking, but Louis. After all, the child is a Stanhope.”
I nodded. “That’s why I wanted to remind John to do everything in moderation.”
“What for?” scoffed Emery. “Are you trying to get close to Hannah because you want to help her when she eventually leaves? You already know that her kid will be staying with her. Just let the guy get estranged from her and his child for a few years so he can suffer,” she growled out through gritted teeth, as if she was the one getting hurt in this situation.
I turned to look at her, my eyes narrowing. “Are you thinking of doing that too?”
She raised an eyebrow. “If Hunter dares to upset me, I’ll leave with the baby in me. After all. I have the money to raise him by myself anyway!”
I huffed in amusement and gave her a big thumbs up. The couple below looked like they were going to leave.
We quickly got up from our seats and went downstairs so as to not lose them.
“Wanna stay with me tonight, Johnny?” What a waste of the good looks she has.
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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