Chapter 20 Party

This day was a long day. He knows.

"And you accepted his invitation?" He raises his eyebrow at her.

She shyly nodded her head.

"God!" He hissed.

"When are you going to listen to me? You're such a hard-headed woman," he massaged his temple.

"And why did you come with him?!" He's suppressing his anger.

She flinched.

"Are you mad?... I'm so sorry," she cried again.

Seeing those tears again, Kier suppressed his anger and felt weak. It pains him.

He carefully wiped those tears.

"I'm not mad, okay," He explains.

"I was damn worried… please, please, tell me where you are and who you are with," He's still worried.

"It makes me go crazy when I can't contact you."

"You're mad."

Kier sighed and pulled her on him. He hugs her and kisses her temple.

"Please, don't do that again. If something bad happens to you, that will be my death," he hardly says.

"But y-you're mad…" she repeated.

"Do you want me to get mad?" He looks at her.

She immediately shakes her head.

He taps her head.

"I don't want to get mad at you, either. I'm sure you won't like it," Kier whispers in his last sentence.

Kier places the things he used to treat her wounds on the table.

He caresses her hair.

"But you are … mad," she repeated.

"Why are you with that man?." His face is serious, and his voice is calm and soothing.

"He invited me for dinner. And…"

Kier raised his eyebrow when she didn't continue her sentence.

"And… I'm too shy to decline,” which is true.

"Then his car stops, and we're both low bat. His car is low quality. I think that's secondhand." She's judging the car because of it. She almost died.

"I thought he was faking it… And do something to me; that's why I ran away and left him in that place," Shielyn said and bit her lower lip.

Kier attentively listened to her.

"And besides, the village is just near, so I can manage to walk it." She reasoned out.

Kier signed for the ninth on this night.

"You're overthinking. Why did you let that man give you a ride when you doubted him," He's asking as if he's a policeman. Well, he is, but he's using it on his wife.

"He forced me…" which is not valid.

Kier's eyebrow furrowed again.

"I mean… he told me I can't have a cab for that kind of hours, so I did." She's shy and embarrassed to tell him these things and just makes wrong thoughts and mistakes.

"You're shy, huh," Kier commented.

Kier pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

"Next time, don't go with any man except me," He obsessively said.

They are lying on the bed, and Kier is asleep but manages to open his eyes to listen to his wife. He's tired and had a long day.

He guesses they're okay, and she's not mad at him.

Kier’s wife is lying beside him, and her head is comfortably on his chest.

He sometimes kissed her forehead and caressed her hair, things that he always did towards her.

"Your mom is mad at me, and you're mad at me too,” she said dramatically.

“she’s not mad at you, don’t overthink,” Kier sounds sleepy.

He intertwined their hands.

“Maybe I should know how to cook,'' Shielyn said in a lower voice.

“I don’t want to be hated,” she added.

Kier stops caressing her hair.

He pinched her nose.

“Stop overthinking, mom likes you, and she’s not mad, okay? And call her mom too,”

She looked at his pointed nose, it was well defined, and the way it pointed was exact, not too sharp, and she looked at his thin pinkish lips.

She bit my lower lip; why did his lips look sexy? And they are pinkish.

“Ouch!” he knocks on my forehead.

He smirked, “stop drooling.”

I looked away. I’m not drooling; I just appreciate what God made and what’s in front of me. He is too handsome to be my husband.

“Stop biting your lip,” I release it.

“You’re biting it too hard. It might cut,” Kier was concerned while looking at it.

He checked my lips, and he sexually wet his lips using his tongue.

“Stop making things just for the acceptance of other people, do what makes you comfortable, don't mind them, they won’t help you, and they don't have any contribution in your lives except judgments and hate. And stop thinking that mom hated you,”

Kier parted the hair that was blocking my face.

“But she’s mad, and it’s an embarrassment if I didn’t learn how to cook. I’m married; I should learn” I’m pushing my thoughts.

Kier pinches my nose real hard. I glared at him.

“Mom likes to scare people, but she likes you; she won’t take the initiative to teach you how to cook if she doesn’t like you. And stop and stop considering the society standards, fuck it!”

I glared at him again.

Is this the right time to open this topic? Part of me can't function well if someone doesn't like me. And it's bothering me.

“Stop cursing,” I said, and Kier just smirked at me.

“But she was mad when we were in the mansion.”

It still bothered me.

“Mom commands me to find a thing, but none of them. I did the correct thing. I don’t know anything mentioned on,” I said, and that scenery is still vividly in my mind. I was so nervous I didn’t know what I should do. He came back to his serious face.

“Stop thinking those things. You’re just hurting yourself. And you’re just wasting your energy and time thinking about things that won’t happen. Let tomorrow think about itself,”

I’m about to contradict him again when he doesn't finish me.

"Repeat another word, or I'll kiss you?” he looked at my eyes intently.

Long silence. I like this, and I wish we were always like this. No problem, I was lying on my husband's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Stop thinking about Mom, okay? Her opinion doesn't matter," he said calmly.

"Are you still mad at me?" Kier asked me.

I blink twice.

I forget. I am still mad at Ken.

I pushed him when I remembered that I was mad.

"Don't touch me!" I glared at Kier and lay on the edge of this bed.

"Hey, what did I do?" Ken asked me without any idea.

I look at him in disbelief.

"Let's talk about your jealousy so I can sleep better. I can't stand you being mad at me." He gets near me and corners me in his arms. I tried to struggle, but he didn't let me.

"Don't struggle, and we will fall," Kier whispered, and his breath was hot.

I smell peppermint.

"I'm not jealous!" I hissed.

"Then, if you're not jealous. Why are you mad at me?" He challenged me.

I tried to push him, but I couldn't think of a reason if he was too near me.

"It's none of your business!"

"Okay," He surrendered.

"Let's sleep," Ken said, and I stared at him.

We lay again, but I stood and punched him in the chest. Instead of him being mad at my actions, he just smirked.

"You're an asshole! Aren't you pushing me to tell you the truth?!" I can't stop myself from getting angry.

I had been suppressing it for a long time.

"Why is your childhood friend clinging to you?! She's just a friend but acted as if she's your girlfriend! Her presence irritates me!" I rant.

I glared at him when I remembered those scenes in the dining area.

"And why is there someone who's always calling you?! Aren't you a boss? Why do you let your employee call you?! How about your secretary?! Are you having an affair?!"

He chuckled at my rants. He holds me again.

"Breath," Kier said and laughed.

"Relax, wife. I'm all yours. I knew you, and you're jealous. Why women, make it complicated," he's about to kiss me on the lips when he returns it to my cheeks.

"Precious is just my childhood friend, okay? I don't like her. And about that woman, I already talked to her. I said you're jealous and angry at me.”

I’m just listening to Ken.

I'm constantly waking up about that call.

"That's pure business, love. Nothing to worry about," he assures me.

"Don't be mad, please," He's like a kitten.

"I hate you!"

He chuckled.

"Please, let's have a better sleep."

I let him cuddle me.

Long silence again.

"Are you still mad? Hmm,” he asked.

"Yes, we're still not okay. It doesn't mean I let you hug me; we're okay."