Louie didn’t even get a chance to read Gregory’s expression before he saw him slam the glass of water down on the table and stride straight toward Anathea’s ward.
Louie shook his head with a sigh. “Some couples fight using money. These two fight with their lives.”
Anathea was already sitting up, gazing out the window. The night was pitch–black, with only a handful of scattered stars dotting the sky.
The door to the ward burst open with a loud thud, and Gregory strode in.
His eyes went straight to the untouched food on the table and the bowl of soup, which had already gone cold. Rage instantly surged through his chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment and told the nurse to reheat the soup.
The nurse was so frightened by the dark look on his face that she nearly wished she had rockets on her shoes. She rushed off to warm the soup and quickly brought it back, setting it down in front of Anathea.
She whispered carefully, “Mrs. Sinclair, please at least drink the soup. Your health matters.”
Anathea gave no response.
Gregory stood in front of her. His tall figure cast a shadow over her frail but stubborn face.
“You still won’t drink it even if I beg you?” His voice was low and strained.
Anathea said nothing. She didn’t even look at him.
“Fine.” Gregory pressed his tongue against his molars. He then picked up the bowl with one hand, took a sip of the soup, and leaned down to grip Anathea’s chin.
Before she could even react, he pressed his lips to hers and forcibly passed the soup into her mouth.
Anathea whimpered and struggled, trying to pull away. However, Gregory held her firmly, forcing her to swallow. Once she did, he took another mouthful of soup and held her jaw firm, forcing her to drink again.
Anathea choked slightly as she swallowed. She pounded her fists weakly against his shoulders, but he didn’t even flinch. Only after the third mouthful did he finally set the bowl down.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her. “If you keep refusing to eat, I’ll keep feeding you like this until you. finally agree to eat on your own.”
With that, he reached for the bowl of oatmeal and brought it toward his mouth.
Anathea finally broke. “Gregory, you’re disgusting!” she rasped, her voice hoarse with fury.
“Disgusting?” Gregory calmly wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “We’ve been married for six years. Do I need to list how many times we’ve kissed and how many nights we’ve spent together?”
Upon hearing that, the nurse quietly bowed her head and slipped out of the room.
“Don’t say another word. You’re making me sick.” Anathea slapped his hand away. Her pale face twisted with revulsion.
Gregory lowered his eyes. His gaze landed on the bandage around her wrist, and he pressed his lips into a tight line. “Are you planning to keep fighting me like this?”
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Anathea leaned silently against the bed, not giving him even a glance.
Gregory reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. Her face was reflected in his eyes.
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“You think pulling this kind of stunt will make me agree to a divorce? You think pushing me will make me let go? No matter how much you try to piss me off, I won’t let go of you.”
So what if the outcome would be bitter? He would just grit is teeth and swallow it.
“I hate you, Gregory,” Anathea gritted out. Her eyes burned with resentment.
Upon hearing that, Gregory smiled faintly and said, “I love you, Anathea.”
Even if she hated him, he still loved her. If hate was the only way he could carve out a place in her heart, he would take it.
“You’re seriously sick in the head,” Anathea spat. After that, she turned her face away, refusing to look at him again.
Gregory let out a bitter laugh.
Yeah. He was sick, and the sickness ran deep.
Anathea was the root of it. And he would rather rot from the inside out than cut her out of his life.
He stood beside her bed for a long while before finally turning and walking away.
The moment the door opened, Louie stepped up and checked on him.
