Chapter 719
His words stirred many memories, and Anabelle’s cold expression instantly flushed. “Alpha, please have some self-respect!” she exclaimed. Alpha calmly smoked another cigar. “Are you sure you want to sit on my lap and discuss self-respect?” he asked. She was speechless. She hadn’t wanted to sit on his lap; he’d pulled her there. “Let go of me!” she struggled.
Alpha’s large hand tightened around her slim waist. “Why are you blushing? I remember when we first married, someone secretly used the browser to ask… would a couple die from too much sex?”
Anabelle’s eyelashes fluttered. She hadn’t expected him to bring this up. He’d tormented her nightly when they first wed. She couldn’t get out of bed the next morning, yet he’d cheerfully gone to work. Their relationship had become increasingly volatile, marked by his unpredictable temper. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't let her go. Once, she’d secretly searched online if couples could die from having too much sex. He’d caught her and mocked her for years. Back then, in the Red Velvet room, she’d been cherished, prized beyond her jewelry design. At nineteen, she'd been his treasured possession, pure and cold, radiating a bygone elegance.
“I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Let me go,” Anabelle said, struggling uncomfortably in his arms. Alpha held her, but she twisted, their bodies pressing together. His eyes darkened. Anabelle felt a searing heat, a burning sensation. She looked at him suspiciously.
Alpha knew he was losing control. He was no longer good enough for her; how could he have a physical reaction? He released her abruptly. “Heal my wound. Hurry,” he said.
Anabelle stood, confused by his anger. She opened the medicine box and cleaned his forehead wound. “Does it hurt?” she asked softly. As she bent over him, her breasts were close to his face. Her silk gown hugged her waist, making her even more alluring than in her youth.
He remained silent. She stopped, asking, “What’s wrong?” She stopped abruptly, seeing Alpha staring at her chest. She furiously slapped the cotton swab against his face. “Alpha, you delinquent!”
He didn't dodge. Raising his eyes, he looked at her calmly. “Why am I a delinquent? If I don’t look when you place them before me, isn’t that disrespectful?”
“But,” he added, raising a sardonic eyebrow, “your body keeps getting hotter.”
Anabelle, pale with fury, retorted, “Treat the wound yourself! I don’t care about you anymore. I’m going home.” She turned to leave.
Watching her go, Alpha finished his cigar, showered, and went downstairs. Anabelle hurried toward the exit. It was a mistake coming here; she wouldn't return. Butler Reuben approached. “Madam, are you leaving? Please wait, the car will arrive soon.”
“No, I'll take a taxi,” she said.
“Ma’am, there are no taxis in this area.”
“Okay, thank you,” she replied, sitting on the sofa. Reuben offered her tea, which she accepted. Soon, she felt drowsy, her eyelids heavy. She drifted off to sleep.
She dreamt she was asleep, Reuben saying, “Sir, Madam is asleep.” Alpha, freshly showered and in black silk pajamas, looked younger and more handsome. He carried her upstairs, placed her on the bed, and began to undress her. The dream felt familiarly real. She was weak, helpless against him. He remained silent, expertly undressing her, his actions revealing his pent-up frustration. He kissed her earlobe, saying cruelly, “You said you weren’t well, yet you’re so… capable.”
Outside, a luxury car pulled up. Lily stepped out, having rushed from Imperial. She looked impeccably groomed, her hair in a high bun, her makeup flawless. She went to the door and rang the bell. Reuben answered. Her smile vanished. “Alpha?”
“Lady Lily, why are you here?” Reuben asked.
“Can’t I come? Alpha’s been in Greenland. As his wife, I should be here. I’ll go find him,” she said, trying to enter.
“Lady Lily, you can’t come in,” Reuben said, blocking her.
Lily’s face hardened. “Reuben, how dare you? I’m Mrs. Augustine! How dare you stop me?”
“I’m sorry, Lady Lily, but the boss is busy and can’t be disturbed.” Lily's gaze sharpened. “Is… Anabelle inside?”