Chapter 192
I froze as I looked at the location of the injuries. He probably had Cindy in his arms to protect her when the car crash happened, right?
He noticed my gaze and quickly retracted his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Miss Woods is cooking. Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
I lowered my head and did not say a word.
All of a sudden, the room fell silent with a deafening silence.
He got up and propped himself up with a pillow. He was half-lying down and embracing me in his arms again. He reached out to rub my hands. Though this might seem intimate, both of us knew that at this very moment, our hearts were flipping inside out. It was hard for either of us to start the conversation.
After a very long time, I could not stand the stifling atmosphere any longer and said, "Did you get these injuries because you were trying to protect her?"
I regretted it after asking the question. I was too blunt.
His hand that was holding onto mine froze slightly but he still did not say a word.
I sighed and retracted my hand, saying, "I'm sweaty. I'll go take a shower."
I hated my recklessness. Why would I ask something s o obvious? If he admitted it, then I would only get upset. I hoped he would not say anything because that way, I could play dumb and pretended like nothing had happened.
He raised his hand and held me down, not letting me get up. He looked at me and asked, "Were you worried?"
Stunned, I asked, "Worried about what?"
"About my health," he replied.
I laughed, but my laughter did not reach my eyes. I said, "I was worried, but not about your health. I was thinking about how you got hurt. The part where you risked your life for others."
I was almost screaming when I got to the last sentence.
I knew very well that I was being too harsh and I would piss him off, but I still could not stop myself from saying it out loud.
Sure enough, his soft and tender features turned cold a t once. His deep and profound pupils were burning with blames. "So you're not worried if I live or die. You wouldn’t care even if I never got out of the ICU. You’ve never cared about me, have you?"
I was exasperated and peered into his eyes with a determined gaze. My tone was cold and chilly. "Yeap, you're right. I have never cared about you. I only married you because you're rich, powerful, goodlooking. You’ve fulfilled the fantasy I have about love.”
I continued after a pause, "But after marrying you, I realized that you’re neither gentle nor considerate. You've emotionally abused me for so long and broken my fantasy of love."
Cindy alone had defeated me.
"Is that why you’re in a rush to look for another candidate?" He sneered. Coupled with his pale complexion, he did seem a little scary. "It was Xander before and now it's Tyler. Their existence has made you think that I'm no longer important, that you can abandon me whenever you want. Is that right?"
His words completely infuriated me. I screamed back a t him without thinking, "Why should I be the one to stay loyal to you when you’re staying with the woman you like, even risking your life over and over again to protect her? Why can't I choose a man who will treat m e better?"
He reached out to hold my chin and said in a frosty voice, "So you've taken the initiative to come back this time to divorce me and then be with Tyler?”
"Yes." I looked up and glared at him.
"Dream on. I'll not allow you to cheat on me. Even when you die, you can only die here.” His voice was cold, and his tone was vicious.
"Do you even hear yourself, Theo?” He did not love me yet insisted on making me stay beside him. For a man's abominable pride, I was destined to live a life of suffering.
The grievances I endured during this period of time had completely exploded. I broke away from his grip and rolled out of bed. I had completely broken down. I picked up the table lamp and vase, viciously smashing them on the floor.
All of a sudden, all the things that could be lifted up in the room were smashed to the floor.
"You’re domineering and a hypocrite, Theo Grant. Why are you allowed to flirt with Cindy yet I'm supposed to be alone, unconditionally accepting the fact that you're free to come and go as you wish? I've had enough. Let's split up today and go our own separate ways. I don’t want this child anymore.”
I was so angry that I did not choose my words wisely.
His expression was dark and sullen. He dragged me over with gritted teeth. "What did you say?”