Chapter 41
Jigyasa has been waiting for Weston to return home. She just couldn't wait to be held in his hard muscular arms tonight. Plus, he'd promised to tell her his story tonight.
A hearty smile pulled her lips as she was lying on a sofa watching TV. She jerked when the door suddenly slammed and she turned. Weston had just come in.
"Weston?!" She got out of the chair and walked to him. She read his countenance immediately. He wasn't in a suit today. Just a shirt, pants and shoes.
"My love," He cuddled her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Her tenderness had struck him pretty hard. He just couldn't let his anger overwhelm him. "How are you doing?" He was gazing down at her.
"I'm doing great!" She said, observing him closely. He looked pretty rough and worn out. "What about your briefcase?"
"It's in the car." He said and walked off, unbuttoning his sleeves.
This surprised her. Obviously, he wasn't in the right state of mind. She watched how he jogged up the stairs vigorously.
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She opened the door mildly and got into his room. He looked pretty upset. She observed as she sat on the bed. Placing one hand on his waist and poking the other fingers into his hair, he paced around the room.
Damnit!! Fuckin damnit!! A whole lot was in his head right now! He blew out heavily and wiped his face with his hand.
And Jigyasa was quietly watching him. He'd taken off his shirt and she couldn't help but admire the perfect curves of his huge muscles.
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After taking a shower he came out in his towel looking so breathtaking. He was just a perfect model. In his shorts, he sat on his working table and turned on his laptop, yet what Elodre had told him earlier was floating in his head.
Damn!! His hands clenched in a fist as he gritted his teeth. Oh my fuckin god!! Anger was soaring inside of him. He just wants to…
He heaved a trembling sigh. Shit! He wasn't Raiden's dad! He never defiled her!! How could he?!!
Soon, he started working. His whole body was twitching with rage.
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Observing him, Jigyasa was dumbfounded. She just needed him. She craved to sit by his side and lean against him. She was just dying to touch his arm. But…
Hesitantly, she got up from the bed and walked cautiously to him. She didn't dare to touch him. He didn't even look at her. She opened her mouth severally to speak but was afraid to. Not that she even had what to say. "W…Weston… aren't you gonna have dinner before working?"
His gaze fixed on the screen, he let out a sigh and said, "I'm not hungry."
His working table had two chairs so she drew the other chair and sat close to him. She observed him for a while and drew closer to him. His arm was brushing against hers as it was moving. Yet, he didn't look at her. She could see how blazing red his eyes were, coupled with furrowed brows.
The anger was tearing him apart. He just wants to punch something. He just wants to destroy something right now. Huffing, he rested both elbows on the table and roughly slipped his fingers into his hair.
Hesitantly, she asked quietly, "C…can I ask you something?"
His face was cupped in his palms. Dropping his hands, he blew out heavily. He continued working and said, "What?"
"You don't look bright. What happened?" She asked, gazing up at him. Damn! He was so tall.
Still focused on the screen, he said, "My day was shitty…and I have to wrap this shit up tonight."
She studied him for a while and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." She paused briefly and said, "But I'd prepared your dinner."
He ignored her.
"You must be hungry." She said, "You didn't eat before leaving for work in the morning cause you left so early."
He ignored her.
"Weston?"
"What is it?!" He asked coldly.
"You have to eat…"
"Baby, I'm not hungry, okay?" God knows he was just trying to be nice.
Minutes bled to hours and the work was more intense yet she'd been by his side. "Do you need help?" She asked quietly, gazing up at him. "I'd love to help you." But he ignored her.
It was late and she began to feel sleepy. Craving to lean on him, she was gazing at him. Slowly, she rested her head on his moving arm.
"What are you doing, baby?" He managed to be calm.
"Aren't you gonna take a break?" She asked. "It's pretty late. It's already one thirty.
"I have a whole lot to do," He said. "Can't take a break. Diamond, I can't move my arm freely when you're resting on me like this. Go sleep on the bed. I'm not in the best of moods right now."
"No," She clenched onto his arm. "I wanna stay with you."
"Then do not lean on me." He said. "It's distracting. Let go of my arm, baby."
Resting on his arm, she shook her head.
"Baby, look I'm not in the mood for this right now, okay? Just go to bed. I'll come to you later."
Yet, she refused. She couldn't help how hungry she was for him. She just wanted to snuggle onto him.
"Baby?" He raised a brow, gazing down at her tiny face on his arm. "You know how much I dislike this attitude you're exhibiting, right? You know it's so annoying when you don't listen, huh?"
"I'm sorry," She smiled but he didn't smile back. She was still leaning on him.
He ignored her until she tried to lay her head on his lap. As she moved her body, she was shaking his arm.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He asked coldly, glaring down at her.
"I…I wanna lay on your lap."
"Now get off me." His voice was laced with anger.
"Please," She said. "I won't dis…"
"Get off me!" He snapped, his whole body twitching with rage. "I said get the fuck off me!!" He exploded on her, furiously grabbing her arm and flinging her away.
Losing balance, she fell off the chair.
"Are you insane!!" He thundered, his eyes trailing all over his body in an insulting manner. "You don't fuckin listen!! Do you have an idea how rough my day was, huh?! Do you?!" He was huffing in rage.
And she was flinching under the thunderous sound of his angry voice.
"You're just so clueless and fuckin clingy!!" He yelled, slamming both fists on his table. "Now get lost! Get the hell outta my sight!!"
All trembly, she flinched to her feet and stumbled to the bed.
"Bullshit!!" He roared with a fierce slam of his fists against his table.