From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!-Chapter 39 - 10 Reasons She’s Moody: Is She Missing Her Morning Kiss?

Chapter 39: 10 Reasons She’s Moody: Is She Missing Her Morning Kiss?

Lucian was confused. The apology hadn’t worked, so he had searched "Why is my wife angry?" and clicked the first link: "10 Reasons She’s Moody: Is She Missing Her Morning Kiss? Is She Sexually Starving?" He had followed some instructions. He had delivered the kiss. So why was she looking at him like he was a monster?

"Isn’t this what you wanted, wife?"

"What?"

"You’ve been wearing that frown since the motel. The articles say women throw tantrums when they feel neglected. I assumed you were acting out because I forgot to kiss you ’Good Morning’."

He looked at her, almost expecting her to nod or relax. He truly believed he was being attentive. "If kissing didn’t work... then do you feel sexually starved? Is that why you’re so irritable?"

SLAP.

The force was deep Brianna’s palm stung!

"You egocentric monster," she breathed, feeling a bile rise in her throat.

She just couldn’t breathe the same air as this man. Fumbling for the door handle, Brianna jumped out of the car, falling onto the pavement once more.

The fall caused her injured ankle to hurt, but she didn’t care. With her hand clamped over her mouth to hold back the vomit, she limped towards a tree.

Lucian was in a deep state of confusion. "You can’t walk on that foot. Where are you going?"

He came down from the car, reaching for her shoulder but she swiped his hand away with a violent animalistic hiss.

She truly was crazy!

Reaching a manicured decorative tree near the garage entrance, she doubled over.

Lucian stood by the car door waiting for his wife to finish when he became aware of the passerby’s judgemental eyes on his wife. He ran a head over his forehead as he offered a thin smile for the confused looks.

"Don’t mind us," he said to a pair of frozen interns with a voice as calm as a summer lake. "My wife is simply... sensitive to the morning air."

He waited until Brianna finally straightened up. She wasn’t even aware of the stares; she just continued to limp toward the garage exit, dragging her injured foot with a stubborn agonizing slow pace.

"Where are you going? The car is right here."

She turned to him, wiping her mouth with a slender hand. "I’m not riding with you!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lucian’s footsteps followed behind her. "Get in the car, wife. Don’t make me say it again."

"Go to hell."

She took one step, intending to walk all the way back to the villa if she had to, but the moment she put weight on her right foot, her leg gave out. Gasping, her body tilted towards the concrete. She expected to hit the ground.

Instead, the world flipped upside down.

Brianna let out a muffled shriek as Lucian hauled her up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.

"Put me down! Lucian! You arrogant—!"

He ignored her fists drumming uselessly against his back and the stares of the few reporters still lingering in the garage. He dumped her into the backseat of the Cadillac and slammed the door, locking it before she could even reach for the handle.

...

The drive to the villa was suffocating.

Brianna sat pressed against the far door, against her wish, as her gaze fixed on the passing trees, while Lucian sat in the center of the seat like a dark and silent monolith.

The moment the Cadillac screeched to a halt in the driveway, Lucian’s phone buzzed in the silence. Pulling out the device from his pocket, his thumb swiped on the screen.

"Yes?" His voice was a sub-zero baritone, stripped of any emotion.

The cabin was so quiet she could hear every word.

"I’ll be over in a while. Did you review the document I sent? The name is Iris Becca. Yes. I want her status finalized and everything settled before sunset. No delays."

Before sunset. He was in such a hurry to secure his mistress’s future that he couldn’t even wait until they were inside the house. The nausea she had felt at the company returned, more bitter.

Lucian ended the call and finally turned his head. His eyes flickered to her swollen ankle, then to her pale stony face. He still had the faint red mark of her palm on his cheek, but he seemed to have filed it away as a "minor technical error."

"Do you need me to carry you inside?" he asked.

It hadn’t sounded like a soft offer; more like an inquiry.

Brianna didn’t give him the satisfaction of a word. She turned a glare on him so filled with raw icy hatred that even Lucian’s hand paused on the door handle.

Without waiting for him to move, she shoved her door open. With a suppressed groan of agony, she forced her weight onto her injured foot and limped toward the villa’s entrance.

Lucian could only watch her go. He was already late for the meeting at the company. He had offered to carry her, even tried to fix her mood with a kiss.

’She truly is a difficult woman,’ he thought, adjusting his cuffs.

He watched her disappear through the front doors before signaling the bodyguards to drive. He had a sister figure to protect and a cheating wife to figure out later.

Meanwhile, Brianna had expected the house to be empty. Instead, a scent that always preceded a headache; hit her the moment she crossed the threshold.

Brianna didn’t need to look over. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, dear. Brianna? What on earth happened to you?" The sound of a teacup clattering against a saucer sounded through the villa. Bobbie Sue hurried over to her daughter.

Brianna ignored her, focusing entirely on the excruciating effort of moving her foot. She glanced toward the corner where Annie stood trembling. Brianna’s eyes were cold: Why did you let her in?

Annie bit her lip, bowing her head down in shame, which was also a silent apology.