CHAPTER 160: SHE IS BETTER.

CHAPTER 160: SHE IS BETTER.

~GREY’S POV~

Once the door to the room shut behind us, I flared up. “That was so unnecessary, mum.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” his mum replied in a cheery voice, a practised smile on her face.

I walked ahead of her to create more distance in case Mira was eavesdropping. I didn’t stop walking till I was at the front of my parent’s room. My mum caught up with me and I opened the door for her.

My dad was reading a newspaper on the single sofa by the tall window when I entered inside. I forgot all about my mother’s drama as I rushed to my father for a much needed hug.

“Dad,” I said into my father’s chest, crouching so we were almost the same height.

I had missed my old man. My father’s green eyes crinkled. All of the kids had skipped out on green eyes except Angel. Speaking of Angel, I was yet to see my sister.

“I didn’t know you were home.”

Except for the eyes, I looked like my father.

“I didn’t think I could make it home today,” my father replied.

He folded the newspaper on his lap and I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. My mother walked over to us and I groaned. My father laughed. We knew how much of a drama queen my mother could be.

“Already giving you two problems?”

“Yeah.”

My reply earned me a smack on the back of my head. My mother leaned forward to place a kiss on my father’s cheek and I wished she would be this nice to Mira. She dragged a seat closer to her husband and they held hands. The judgment in her eyes almost made me shrink but I stood my ground. She was wrong for being rude to Mira, acting like she was a stranger and for dragging me away from my wife.

“Have you met his wife?” she said at last, but to my father.

The annoyance in her voice lashed out at me. I clenched my fists. If this was her reason for separating me from Mira, I wouldn’t stay here to listen to any form of condemnation about my wife.

“What were you thinking?”

Hands meeting the floor, I leaned back to appraise my mother. The woman who taught me all that glittered wasn’t always gold.

“What was I thinking?”

“Yes. How could you bring that woman here?”

My eyes cut into grey eyes. The lines between my brows deepened and I jumped to my feet.

“Olivia is better.”

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not married to Olivia.”

I darted a look at my father, expecting him to say something in his daughter-in-law’s defense but my father looked away. He was always like that. He never interfered in his wife’s business except necessary.

“I love Mira, mum.”

“She’s not good for you.”

Shoving my hands into the pockets of my shorts, I asked, “Why?” I didn’t care for her reasons but I wanted to hear them and prove her wrong. “Why?”

“She’s not in your league.” I was about talking when she stopped me.

Her hand swept through her short hair and I caught a glimpse of the ring on her fourth finger. That should belong to Mira. It was passed down to the first son of the Anderson family once they married. My father was the first son.

“She’s only with you for your money. A gold-digger.”

I saw red. My body turned rigid. How dare she call my wife names? If one thing was certain, it was the fact Mira wasn’t with him for my money. For fuck sake, she barely used the black card I left in her custody.
Ten months down the line and she couldn’t ask me for things except I did it for her myself. I took deep breaths to calm myself. I didn’t want to disrespect my mother, especially not in her own home but I wouldn’t take any disrespect against my wife.

“Mira is not a gold-digger. If anyone should be called a gold-digger, then it would be Olivia.”

My mother’s face lost its composure and I scoffed when my father placed a hand on her back. Maybe if he spoke to his wife she wouldn’t be acting this way.

“You were rude to my wife. On our first day at the house.” I blood boiled from thinking about the whole incident. “You knew who she was, what she looked like, mum. You made her uncomfortable. You made me uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t know she looked like that in real life.” Her condescending tone struck me.

I closed my eyes. I clenched and unclenched my fists. We wouldn’t stay here for up to two weeks and if my mother continued this way, we would be here for less than a week. I opened my eyes to see my father silently pleading with me to calm down. My gaze roamed my parents room.
Their pictures at different stages in their marriage adorned the walls. My mother was smiling in all of them, a far cry from the manipulative person right in front of me, wearing a smug smile like she knew something I didn’t. Had she always been like this?

“Mum, I love you with all my heart but if you put me or my wife in that position again, I’ll never speak to you again.”

Panic flashed across my mother’s face. Good. She was getting the point. My gaze softened when my eyes landed on my father.

“Dad, please talk to your wife. Mira is a part of this family and should be treated as such.” my anger bubbled to the surface at my mother’s annoying smirk. I held her gaze and shook my head slowly. She could have done better. “I showed you her pictures. Told you everything you needed to know about her and you said that? Really? What did you expect her to look like? I’m disappointed in you, mum.” The sound of a pin dropping could be heard in the silence that followed. I stormed to the door. “We will not be joining you for dinner.
If you don’t apologise to my wife by tomorrow morning, we will not be joining you for breakfast either.”

That being said, I exited their room before they could recover from my outburst. It wasn’t often I lost my cool with my mother but her stubbornness, her nonchalance had pushed me off the edge. I walked the empty corridor, steps slowing when I spotted Mira trying to sneak back into our room.

I quickened my pace. I cleared my throat to call her attention before she could open the door and she looked up. A jittery smile touched her lips. I did the only thing I could think of by kissing her to forget my annoyance.

Did she follow him? Did she hear that?

“Where did you go?” I asked.

Mira played with the ends of her hair. “Nowhere. You were taking too long and I decided to look around.”

I knew immediately she was lying. I opened the door to our room and ushered her in. As soon as the door closed, I pinned her against it and forced her gaze to my face by grasping her jaw. I kissed her again, harder than the first time. My wife melted in my strong arms, breathing heavily when I released her.

“You heard us?” I said but it came off as a question.

She shrugged. “You were loud.” Her eyes found the floor, she bit her lips and I counted five seconds before she said, “I’m not with you for your money.”

“I know.” I drew her in for a hug, carrying her so I could sit on the bed. “I know that, baby.” She toyed with the collar of my shirt. “Even if you were, Mira Evans Anderson,I don’t care. Baby, I love you and I want to be with you.”

A second passed. She threw her arms around my neck and hid her face in my shoulder. “I love you too, Grey and I want to be with you forever. I wish your mum would understand that.” After a mini pause, she said, “What did I ever do to her?”

I stroked my wife’s rigid back and she soon relaxed in my arms. I was suddenly grateful for the type of wedding we had. My mother would have tried to ruin it if she was aware about the marriage. Staring at the door, I tried to think up a suitable answer that would satisfy my wife.

“You didn’t do anything, baby. It’s just her. She’s so bothered about marrying from a certain class she doesn’t want to see the good in you.” she looked up and I caressed her cheek. I tugged on her lower lip. “You’re my baby, Mira. I don’t care what anyone says, I want to be with you