Capítulo 68: Pissed Off
When I woke the next morning, he was gone.
There was no note, not even a text on my phone. He was really pissed.
So I shoved my blankets off.
Bastard. He knew I didn't know anyone in this big city and yet he didn't care.
Then I grabbed my laptop and opened my email account. Qina had already sent me three new emails.
The last one was almost threatening. I picked up the phone.
Only hearing her voice was enough to make me feel better. I didn't need Fu Shao or anyone else, as long as I had Qina.
The scent of coffee and something sweeter eventually drew me out of the bedroom and downstairs.
Pans were clanking in the kitchen and as I turned the corner, I found a small, plump woman who looked old enough to be my Aunt at the stove, making pancakes.
Her dark grey hair was secured with a hairnet.
Xu was perched on a stool at the bar attached to the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of him.
He turned when I approached, his eyes taking in my nightgown before jerking his head away.
Really?
The woman turned and smiled kindly.
"You must be young lady. I'm Vivian."
I walked up to her to shake her hand but she pulled me into a hug, pressing me against her ample chest.
"You are a beautiful, young lady. No wonder, our young master is smitten with you."
I swallowed a snide comment.
"That smells delicious."
"Sit. Breakfast is ready in a couple of minutes. It's enough for Xu and you."
I sat beside Xu on a stool. He was still pointedly looking the other direction.
"What's your problem? I'm not naked," I said when I couldn't take it anymore.
Xu laughed.
"The boy is worried Fu Shao finds out he ogled his wife."
I shook my head, annoyed.
If he insisted on being a coward, he'd have to eat with closed eyes. I wasn't putting a bathrobe on because I needed a bodyguard in my own home. I was already dozing off when he came home that night.
While he'd spent his day outside doing God knows what I was a prisoner in this stupid penthouse. The only people who kept me company were Vivian and Xu, but she'd left after preparing dinner and Xu wasn't exactly the most communicative company.
When I watched as Fu Shao emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered. He barely acknowledged me.
Did he think I cared? When he lied down beside me and extinguished the lights, I said into the darkness.
"Can I walk through the city tomorrow?"
"As long as you take Xu with you," was his short reply.
I swallowed my hurt and frustration.
When he'd taken me to his favorite restaurant I'd thought he'd try to make this marriage work but it had only been a ploy to get me into bed. And now he punished me with the silent treatment.
But I didn't need him, never would. I drifted off to the sound of his rhythmic breathing.
I awoke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. His arm was wrapped around me, my body spooned by his. I could have pulled away, but his closeness felt too good.
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