Chapter 107
Gregory barked in the direction of the door, “Get out!”
Only then did Cyrus stop pushing the door wider and immediately back up, but he couldn’t help glancing at the large bed, where Gregory had pinned Anathea under him.
While Cyrus couldn’t see Anathca, he could make out Gregory’s loosened tie and open shirt collar, looking like he was raring to
- go.
Shocked, Cyrus quickly backed away from the bedroom door. So, Gregory and Anathea were getting down to business. But couldn’t they have been quieter about it? Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were fighting. He’d thought they were close to tearing the walls down!
At the thought of this, Cyrus hurried off.
Anathea was still shaking even as the bedroom door fell shut. Her notions were in a clamor as she stared at Gregory hovering
over her.
She’d calmed down after lashing out at him earlier. Admittedly, she’d been too impulsive and lost control of her emotions.
No longer emboldened or spurred on by rage, Anathea felt her blood run cold like she’d been thrown into an icy abyss. A chill crept up her spine. There was no telling if Gregory would punish her again if she pissed him off. Precedent showed that he had a penchant for revenge after all.
Anathea held her breath, her heart leaping to her throat as she eyed Gregory nervously.
Gregory held her gaze, his eyes dark and full of menace as he narrowed them. He emanated a domineering and dangerous air; if he’d been a ferocious tiger, he might have just opened his maw the next second and ripped out Anathea’s throat.
Anathea instinctively shrank into herself, goosebumps rising on her smooth, flawless skin where it was exposed to the slightly chilly air.
But in the end, Gregory simply looked away and didn’t spare her another glance. He said nothing to her as he rose, grabbing the blanket and tossing it over her body. He got off the bed, opened the door, and walked out just as the door slammed shut behind
him.
Anathea’s heart seemed to stop beating the moment the door fell shut with a heavy thud.
She couldn’t read Gregory’s expression, and she had no idea what to expect from him after this. The uncertainty left her with an inexplicable fear.
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Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She checked the time and found that it was 3:00 am. She had to sleep since she had work later in the morning.
Clutching the blanket tightly, Anathea curled into a defensive, fetal position. Her heart beat a frantic lullaby to which she eventually, and with great effort, fell asleep to.
The next day, the morning sunlight poured through the sheer curtains. Anathea slowly and stiffly got up, only to find a wet patch on her pillow. She didn’t think she would cry in her sleep.
But she didn’t let her daze stall her. She deftly wiped her tears away and got out of bed.
After washing up, Anathea headed downstairs for breakfast. Her steps halted when she saw the figure sitting at the dining table and reading the financial news.
Shouldn’t Gregory have left for work by now?
Anathea couldn’t help her nerves as she thought about what happened last night. She cursed herself for being too rash while furtively observing Gregory’s expression.
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Surprisingly, he only shot her a plain look as she came down the stairs and ignored her afterward. She might as well have been invisible to him.
Only then did Anathea feel a trace of relief.
“Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair!” Jenny greeted Anathea with a smile when she spotted the latter. “Come and have your breakfast.
It was only then that Anathea walked over to the dining table and took her seat. Jenny set her breakfast before her–a salad, sandwiches, and a glass of berry–loaded fruit juice.
“Warm food and drinks for her only,” Gregory said casually.
“Of course, Mr. Sinclair.” Jenny hurriedly switched Anathea’s juice to hot chocolate.
Anathea wasn’t particular about her meals and normally ate whatever Jenny put before her. She took her fork and slowly picked through her salad, which had been heated up.
Gregory picked up his mug of hot chocolate, taking a sip before throwing a nonchalant look at Anathea. He said flatly, “There’s a parent–teacher meeting at Xander’s school today.”
Anathea paused. She reckoned he probably didn’t want her at the parent–teacher meeting after recalling his behavior and words last night.
“Go without me. I’ve got stuff to handle at the studio, so I’ll be taking a rain check on the meeting.”
Besides, she doubted Gregory would want to attend Xander’s parent–teacher meeting with her. He’d never wanted her to appea as his wife in public, and she wasn’t so masochistic as to embarrass herself.
Gregory studied Anathea’s placid expression and said nothing more than a cold, “Suit yourself.”
After that, he rose from his seat and left the dining room in long strides.
