Chapter 107
Just because she took it upon herself to serve him food once.
He threw the utensils into the trash can.
"Martin, I kindly cooked for you, and this is how you treat me?" Victoria gripped her knife and fork tightly, looking up at him.
He only showed Victoria his profile, his tone mocking, "Did I beg you to cook? Are you done eating? If you're done, then get lost!"
This was the second time today Martin had told her to get lost. The first time was when she got in his car.
Victoria felt hurt. She had worked herself to death cooking for him, only to be rejected. Her eyes instantly turned red despite herself, "Martin, please don't talk like that."
"That's harsh? There's even harsher stuff. Want to hear it? Victoria, if I were your dad, the first thing I'd do after waking up would be to beat you to death! He's lying paralyzed in the hospital, and instead of staying by his side to care for him, you run to me, your enemy, shamelessly trying to please me. Tell me, aren't you pathetic?"
Martin smirked contemptuously, watching tears roll from Victoria's eyes without a hint of guilt, "You're not welcome here! If you're not gone before I finish my shower, don't blame me for not being nice to you!"
With that, he turned coldly and headed to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Victoria looked at the table full of dishes. Her hard work. Some plates hadn't even been touched.
She cried while eating.
Her throat felt choked, as if blocked by a piece of lead. She couldn't swallow it down, couldn't spit it out.
In the past, if Martin had mocked and ridiculed her like this, she would have left without looking back.
But now she had no way out. Martin was her only option left.
After eating, Victoria went to the kitchen to wash dishes.
Her palm was wrapped in bandages. After all these days, the wound still hadn't healed. The slightest movement caused terrible pain.
Martin came out of the bathroom to see Victoria bent over with a mop, mopping the floor.
She mopped carefully, making every tile shine.
Victoria used to be the Gonzalez family's precious daughter, someone who stood at the top. When had she ever been this humble?
The fire of anger burned hotter and hotter in Martin's heart. He didn't even know why, but seeing her hovering around him made him irritable and restless.
Martin strode forward and grabbed her slender wrist.
The mop instantly fell from Victoria's hand.
Her wrist felt like it was about to be crushed. She frowned in pain, "What are you doing?"
Martin couldn't stand seeing Victoria look so weak and fragile. He let go of her wrist and gripped her jaw hard instead, glaring at her, "Don't you understand human language? I told you to get lost, what are you still doing here?"
"I..."
"Get out!"
Martin grabbed Victoria's chin and pushed her toward the door.
With her back to the door, she stumbled and fell hard to the ground.
Martin showed no mercy at all. He grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the door, "Get out of here!"
The anger that had been building up inside Victoria was finally ignited by his cold words.
She suddenly shook off Martin's hand, her face red as she shouted, "Martin, do I really disgust you that much? Do you really hate me that much? If you don't want to see me, then agree to help the Gonzalez family!"
"Why do you think I'm clinging to you, trying to please you? Don't you understand? What's wrong with helping me?"
"I've been trying to please you, cooking for you, cleaning for you, and this is the attitude I get? Martin, I'm a person! I'm your wife! What's wrong with treating me better? Soon you won't be able to see me even if you want to, Martin!"
Victoria rambled on, but Martin showed no reaction at all.
How ridiculous—she actually hoped he would sympathize with her.
A man who would send Tamsin to kill her, a husband who wished for his wife's death—how could he have any compassion for her?
Victoria wiped her tears and said recklessly, "I'll say it again—either you agree to my request, or I'll keep following you like a ghost, clinging to you like I am now. If you can, just kill me."
"You've completely lost all shame?"
"I have a face, I don't need more face. Starting today, I'm living here."
That night, after her shower.
Victoria finished blow-drying her hair and opened the bedroom door.
Martin, wearing a gray silk robe, was lying in bed reading a book.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up. Seeing Victoria enter, he snapped his book shut, "Who said you could come in? Get out!"
Victoria ignored him completely, her expression unchanged. She walked to the bed, lifted the covers, and sat on the edge, "We're not divorced yet, so of course we should share a bed, honey."
Perhaps that word "honey" disgusted Martin.
He gave Victoria a look of disgust, threw off the covers, and got out of bed, "I'll sleep in the next room."
Martin went to the guest bedroom next door. Just as he was about to close the door, Victoria squeezed in, "Wherever you go, I go."
"Are you sick or something? Victoria, if you're sick, go see a doctor. Stop hanging around in front of me for no reason!" Martin completely lost it, pushing her toward the door.
Just as Victoria was about to be pushed out, she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist.
He tried hard to pry her fingers off, but her fingers were as nimble as snakes, wrapping around him again.
"Victoria, let go!" His eyes seemed ready to shoot flames as he growled.
Victoria held him, thinking about how the man she loved so deeply had been stolen by her best friend Mia.
Unwillingness, grievance, anger, and depression surged wildly in Victoria's heart.
She wanted to let go too. She had her pride, but she had to gather enough money for her parents' retirement before she died. This was her duty as an only child.
"If you want me to let go, agree to help the Gonzalez family, and promise never to abandon the Gonzalez family or my parents!"
"Victoria, I said let go! Didn't you hear me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Victoria suddenly pushed Martin.
His whole body fell onto the guest bedroom's large bed.
Victoria lay on top of him, pressing down his arms and legs tightly. She leaned close, nose to nose, and demanded, "Martin, you won't agree? Fine, then let's fulfill our marital duties right now."
"Victoria, why are you so pathetic? Get off!"
"I know I'm pathetic. You don't need to remind me. If I wasn't pathetic, why would I have chosen you as my bodyguard, as my husband?" Victoria smiled brightly, her delicate hand removing the glasses from his nose.
Her crimson lips gently bit Martin's earlobe as she murmured, "I know you're refusing on purpose. You want to make love with me too."
Martin's body trembled violently.
Victoria's hand was like a paintbrush, moving down from his eyes and brows, skillfully drawing circles on his chest. At this moment, Victoria appeared full of allure in Martin's eyes, like a poppy flower—one look was enough to captivate him.