Chapter 60 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

The moment he spoke, he seemed to have remembered something as he nodded and snapped his fingers, “Oh, I nearly forgot! He should be in Rylee’s ward now caring for his beloved woman instead. I doubt he has time to pay any attention to you!”

Having said that, he leaned closer, his tobacco-filled breath made me even more disgruntled and I spat, “Hey, John. If I die, will I be finally liberated?”

His face turned grim, “You can try.”

How could I? It was not the right time yet. But even if it were, I guess it would not be a bad thing if I could drag a devil with me to my death.

Just then, the yard was lit by the headlight of another car. Turning my head, I saw Anthony’s jeep driving up.

I glanced at my watch. It was twelve midnight. I was slightly surprised that he had actually come back.

John’s car was easily spotted by Anthony upon the latter’s return. However, he did not get down immediately. Instead, he stayed in his car, lit up a cigarette, and started puffing away while observing us with a deathly glare.

John, being the despicable opportunist that he was, leaned closer to me and sniggered the moment he saw Anthony. “I wonder what will Anthony’s reaction be if he witnessed me kissing you?”

“You sick b**tard!” I screamed and tried to move away from him, but alas, there was not enough space in the car.

Lunging his body forward, he managed to plant a kiss on my lips before moving back. Licking his lips in satisfaction, he deliberately stared back at Anthony with a taunting look on his face.

“John, are you crazy?”

“Yes, I am!” John nodded just as Anthony got out of his car.

I stared at him fiercely and demanded, “Open the door now!”

He totally ignored my demand. He was busy tracking Anthony who just got out of his car. When he saw that the latter went straight back to the villa. He turned to look at me before laughing, “Letty, he doesn’t love you at all. He doesn’t even care if others touch you!”

John had indeed learned the essence of tormenting his prey as his words struck a nerve deep within me. I retorted, “So what? It has nothing to do with you. Just let me go…”

Smash! A loud noise reverberated throughout the whole car. It was immediately followed by the sound of a car window cracking.

Lifting my gaze, I was shocked to see Anthony standing beside the car. His eyes were full of cold malice. Great, here comes another devil.

From afar, they all looked like well-dressed well-mannered gentlemen. But upon closer inspection, everyone’s souls were rotten to the core.

John’s a rotten guy. I was no better. And even Anthony could be despicable at times.

Concealed behind his cold sophistication and high nobility laid a feral, bloodthirsty soul.

And that untamed side of him was unleashed that night. Anthony was holding a sledgehammer in his hand which was left by the stone smith who repaired the yard rockery a few days ago. Against a hammer, a car’s window could never withstand its smash.

John stared icily at the shattered window glass. He simply watched as Anthony stretched his hand in and opened the car door.

As soon as the door was opened, I got out of the car silently before glancing at the two evenly-matched men that were locked in a stare down contest.

John broke off the stare first as he blinked. Even though he was sitting on his car seat, the imposing aura he was exuding was not any less than Anthony’s who was standing towering over him. “How about a showdown?”

Since the beginning of time, men had always resolved problems using their fists. Physical altercation seemed to be the preferred way to solve any disagreements for the masculine species. Perhaps they found joy in beating the daylight out of one another or maybe it was the only way they could think of to vent their emotions.

Anthony’s dark eyes glinted as he smirked, “Sure!”

The commotion was enough to wake up Mrs. Eriksen who was living in the outer courtyard. She turned on the lights to the yard and rushed out.

Her gaze landed on me and Anthony before it fell upon John. Seeing an unfamiliar man in the yard, she was stunned for a while before she worriedly offered, “Mr. Anthony, shall I call the police?”

Anthony took off his black, custom-tailored suit. His eyes were glinting dangerously as he commanded, “No need. Go into the house and get my wife a chair so she can sit and spectate.”

What…

Mrs. Eriksen nodded and hurried in.

I knitted my brows. Feeling upset, I looked at Anthony and said, “I’m not going to stay here and spectate anything. It’s not good for our child. Just be careful and try not to hurt yourself. I’ll wait for you at home.”

My words seemed to liven him up. Anthony’s dark expression seemed to lighten up. He smirked confidently as he gazed at me, “Got it, go back and wait for me then.”

“F**k!” For some reason, John got even more agitated by the whole scene as he let loose his fists toward Anthony.

The two men started fighting without so much as a warning.

I did not even stop to look back. Instead, I walked on and blocked the sound of fists hitting against flesh from reaching my ears.

Back in the living room, Mrs. Eriksen asked me with a very concerned expression, “What is going on?”

“It’s okay. It’s no big deal,” I said as I shook my head. Since I had barely eaten anything at the party, I was feeling quite famished. Looking at Mrs. Eriksen, I diverted the topic by asking, “Is there still food at home?”

“Yes… Of course,” she affirmed before rushing toward the kitchen to bring out a plate of scrambled egg and a pot of chicken stew.

Seeing the food before me, I could not help but feel a little surprised, “Mrs. Eriksen, you do know it’s midnight now, right? These dishes… How did you even…”

The fact that these dishes were still piping hot made it even more astounding.

She grinned and revealed, “Mr. Anthony called a while ago, saying that you didn’t manage to eat much at the party and that you’d be hungry upon reaching home.”

Upon hearing that, I was pleasantly surprised and was at a loss for words.

But… Is he concerned for his child or me?

Just as I was lost in my own thoughts, muffled grunts and yelps could be heard coming from outside. While serving me a meal, Mrs. Eriksen asked worriedly, “Why don’t we just call the police?”

Shaking my head, I concentrated on chewing my food slowly and muttered, “There’s no need.”

Since both of them were evenly matched, I was very confident that none of them would die.

Half an hour later, there seemed to be no more movement outside. The sound of a car starting could be heard, and Anthony stumbled in after a few minutes.

Having eaten my fill, I was feeling a little bloated. I also could not shake the feeling that my belly had been growing a lot bigger lately. I decided that I would drop by the hospital tomorrow for a regular check-up.

Mrs. Eriksen, who had been cleaning the kitchen while paying attention to the commotion outside, yelped when Anthony stepped into the house. “Oh my! Look at the state that you’re in!” She then rushed over to check on him.

Meanwhile, I was resting on the sofa after my meal. I looked up to see that Anthony’s handsome face was now swollen with a streak of bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. Despite the sorry state that he was in, he still stood tall and proud, exuding a certain triumphant aura.

While Mrs. Eriksen was busy looking for a first-aid kit, I took a glance at him before turning to inform the older lady, “It’s getting late. I’m going to rest first.”

She gawked at my nonchalance, unable to say anything.

Avoiding Anthony’s intense gaze, I went upstairs.

I knew that I was being cruel by acting in such a cold-hearted way, but such was the fact of life, the more I took the initiative to care, the more I would be taken for granted. Just like I had things that I had hidden from him; he too, had many secrets that he had kept from me.

When I came out of the bathroom, Anthony was standing on the balcony, smoking. His tall and slender figure looked forlorn and cold.

Averting my gaze, I sat in front of my dressing table for my nightly skincare routine.

After a long while, and countless cigarettes later, he came in from the balcony and glanced at me before stepping into the bathroom.

Since it was already very late, I quickly dried my hair and went to bed, drifting into slumber almost immediately.

I guess we’re having a cold war again, huh.

The summer night of J City was a little too quiet, making the cacophony of insects and animals in the yard of our villa sounded unusually loud. As the dazzling moonlight shone through the windows, the atmosphere in our bedroom was uneasily silent.

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