Gabriella silently stared at Max who was bowed in front of her. The attack that had just been launched was completely beyond expectation. She did plan to fight back, but not to the point of scorching her husband's patience.
"You've spit on me three times already," Max said in a low, gripping tone.
The cold air instantly caressed Gabriella's neck. Her ears had caught the growl between the man's breaths. Even so, she still gripped the pill strip as tightly as she was determined to confront.
"That's what happens when you force your will on me," the woman replied in a flat tone. It was difficult for her to put away the doubt in words.
Max's eyes slowly returned to greet his wife, showing a hint of annoyance that was no longer contained. "So, you really don't respect me?"
"I will never bow to you," Gabriella said, lifting her chin. She must look fierce. "You have no right to rule my life."
The grip on her arm suddenly felt stronger.
"By the way, who is that?" Cherry whispered as her eyes caught Gabriella's back. The woman who was originally contemplating suddenly held her breath, worried if her behavior was suspicious. "She is not important. Don't mind her," Max answered lightly. In an instant, Gabriella's lips pursed and her brows furrowed. "There's no need to emphasize it. I already know. That man never really thinks of me as someone important,” she thought angrily. “Well then, I can ask her for help,” Cherry muttered before lifting her neck and calling out. "Miss, come here for a moment." Gabriella's reverie was suddenly broken. With round eyes and high arched eyebrows, she looked back. Hand waves of the beautiful lady suddenly invited her to get up from the chair. "Why does she call me?" she thought curiously. "Yes, Miss?" Cherry handed her a bag containing a wooden box. “I bought a set of these teapots for Max. Please prepare it along with the
“Mia, have you seen Gabriella?” Max asked as soon as he left the room. "I saw her following Mr. Sebastian." Her index finger pointed towards the room of the man she mentioned. The CEO's eyes spontaneously opened wide. "What are they doing?" The secretary could only grin. “I … don't know, Sir. I just told Mr. Sebastian about—” Max already walked away with his brows furrowed in displeasure. “How dare that woman accuse me of wanting to divorce her, whereas she's with another man,” the CEO muttered with his fists tightly clenched. He didn't notice that he breath had turned heavy. Unlike the door to his room which was completely made of wood, there was a transparent glass box on the door of the secretary's room. As soon as Max peeked from there, Gabriella was seen sitting opposite Sebastian who was laughing casually. "Since when did they become friends?" Max thought before snorting. Before he could reach the doorknob, his he
At five in the afternoon, Max finally returned to the room. With a sour look and a wheezing breath, he stared at the door that separated him from his wife. "Has she finished the task or has she run off with another man?" the man guessed as he had been blinded by jealousy. Roughly, he opened the door. A second later, his eyes widened. There was only a sheet of paper on the table and a small bag at its corner. The roar of the man's breath automatically grew wilder. "She dared to disobey my orders?" Wasting no time, Max sped into the next room. "If she's really there, don't expect me to apologize." Suddenly, Sebastian came out of the room carrying a bag. When he saw the CEO, his eyebrows arched high. "What's the matter, Max? Is there something urgent we need to discuss?” the secretary asked with a flat blink. "Are you going home already?" the man inquired with the suspicious furrowed brow. "Yes, my work is done. Wh
"Tsk, what should I do?" Max thought as he ruffled his hair. That man's gaze was still fixed on the back that shook in sorrow. "Am I being too hard on her?" After a few seconds, Gabriella was still curled up in tears. Her sad sobs made Max's heart more uneasy. Grinning, the man considered the situation. "Should I calm her down?" he muttered doubtfully. After taking a deep breath, Max finally lifted his wife. Unexpectedly, Gabriella's crying stopped in surprise. Her red eyes were then fixed on her husband, full of questions. Every now and then, her shoulders jerked with the remnants of sobs. "No need to be surprised. I just don't want you to bother me anymore,” Max said as he led his wife to the sofa. There, he gently lowered Gabriella and handed her the lunch box. “Eat! Auntie has kindly delivered it to you." A second later, Max returned to the secret room, leaving the woman in amazement. "Is he not mad at me anymore?"
All the way to the airport, Max couldn't stop observing his wife. Gabriella looked cheerful, very different from usual. "What happened in that room? Why did she suddenly forget her sadness while her eyes are still swollen?" the man thought, pretending to focus on his tablet. Arriving on the plane, something more surprising came. The woman suddenly grabbed Max's hand as the plane was about to take off. "What are you doing?" the man whispered, unable to hide his astonishment any longer. "Doesn't this make you comfortable?" Gabriella said with adorable round eyes. The husband could not even blink at her. After one breath, Max put his palm on his wife's forehead. "You don't have a fever," he muttered after detecting a normal body temperature. Confusion was piling higher and higher in his mind. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore," Gabriella whispered before looking out the window. There was absolutely no sadn
As soon as he got out of the bathroom, Max was wide-eyed because he just found Cherry on the bed. After looking around and still not finding his wife, an annoyed sigh wafted from his mouth. “Why did she leave her husband with another woman? Is she completely heartless?” the man grumbled before looking at Cherry with disgust. “This woman … always troubles me. Tsk, I should have just let her cry in the lobby. She's the one who canceled the marriage, but why am I the one who get trouble? If I didn't try to be a good friend, I would have enjoyed a peaceful dinner." A second later, Max's eyebrows were pushed up. His words just reminded him of the promise to his wife. Quickly, he turned to face the table which was already full of dishes. An incredulous sigh immediately floated in the air. “Why did she return to her room? Does she want to let me have a dinner alone?” the man grumbled as he walked over to the surprise prepared by his wife. As soon as
Witnessing such a reaction, Max's guilt suddenly doubled. While furrowing his brows, he tried to touch his wife's shoulder. "Gabriella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been rude to you," Max said with a dry tongue. The woman did not answer. She continued to wash her wounded heart with tears. “I really went too far. Please forgive me." Again, Gabriella was silent. Her sadness was too great to accept the apology she doubted. Getting no response, Max sighed in resignation. Gently, he embraced the woman. “What can I do to heal you?” the man whispered while stroking his wife's hair. A few seconds passed, Gabriella was still sobbing in the warm arms. The woman was too tired to deal with the situation. Silence or resistance, both of them were not able to get rid of the tightness. Suddenly, Max was moved to grab his wife's fingers. As soon as the soft palm opened, the man's heart broke. Three slashes had pulled him into a deep abys
"Would you like to help me find a woman like that?" Max asked, testing his wife's curiosity."I just want to be more careful the next time I meet the woman of your dream," Gabriella replied with a straight face.Seeing that seriousness, the corner of Max's lips curled up. "Okay, take a note. I like a woman who is soft-hearted, peaceful, independent, and doesn't bother other people."Gabriella's brows automatically furrowed. "Are you making fun of me?" the woman asked in a displeased tone.Max immediately shook his head. "No. That's really the criteria for my ideal woman. Besides, I like sweet, innocent, not vindictive—""Okay, that's enough. I already know. You like a woman who is the opposite of me,” Gabriella interrupted, raising her palm.Witnessing his wife's annoyance, Max suddenly frowned. "Why are you upset? Do you expect me to like you?”Instead of answering, the woman grumbled, “How cruel this man is.