Chapter 159 Failed Attempt To Tease
‘This isn’t what I wanted. Not anymore…’
Later, hoping to discard her headache causing thoughts, she was back to work where her Father’s eyes were following her suspiciously.
“Are you sure this is recent and not during your honeymoon?” Mr. Harrison asked worriedly, pointing at the faint traces of wounds that weren’t healed yet, “They look old,”
“It was on our way back but I am fine now. Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure? I am worried about you, my Dear,”
“Yes, Papa, I am perfectly fine.” She forced out a smile, going through the file.
Later, after a meeting, she was indulging in a cup of tea with her clients that were observing her thoroughly. She didn’t look back and placed the cup gracefully on the coaster.
“May I know why you are looking at me?” She questioned, flipping the page.
“Just seeing the bruises ruining your flawless face. How did that happen?” One of them asked, leaning forward.
“I met with an accident on my way home from my honeymoon.”
Closing the file, she leaned back, the complete dominance not fading despite the faint traces of bruises.
“What a pity,” He shook his head.
“What is there to pity?”
“Your husband failed to save you. Must be incompetency," She shot a warning glare to seal his lips or else she wouldn't be accountable for the consequences.
“Sometimes, we all wonder why you are the least successful Grayson?”
“From Royals, high marshals to the king of business world were willing to marry you and this is what-”
Still, he foolishly pierced her sensitive nerve. Her eyebrow twitch, patience broken only to cut him off in her elegant but assertive tone.
“The deal is off.” She enunciated, holding her head high.
“I don’t work with pigs that don’t know the basic difference between the professional and personal line.”
His mouth was left hanging. For a moment, he thought he heard wrong, “Come again?”
“Emily,” She called her assistant, throwing the file on the table.
“Yes, Madam?”
“Make sure this man doesn’t appear before me again.”
Rising from her seat, she picked the expensive fountain pen, removing the cap and pointing the edge right at her throat with a murderous aura surrounding her.
No one dared to interfere. They knew she was the Spoilt Princess.
“I-I am sorry, Peach,” His body flinched, realizing he spoke more than he should, fearing the outcome now. He held his breaths back, the tip inches away from prickling his skin.
“If I heard my husband’s name on your lips once more. You won’t have a tongue to whine about shit, you fucking nobody,” She threatened seriosuly,, pressing the tip harder into his throat.
He coughs, gaging when one wrong could injure his vocal cords, utterly frightened of her.
“P-Peach, you- you can’t.” He whimpered.
“Go see yourself out.”
Falling from the chair, he gasped for air but saving his life, he grabbed the file and ran away fretfully. He heard she was weakened but he was wrong.
Peach words were absolute. No one could dare to do or something which could infuriate her- Except for Luke, of course.
When he was out of sight, Peach relaxed, throwing the pen towards one of her assistants. He caught it, “Keep it,” She sighed.
“Thank you, Madam.”
His gaze twinkled for getting a precious, thousand dollar golden pen. It was a gift from her Father for a successful deal which she discarded without a second thought.
Why? Because it was blue, not pink.
Her father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How many will you shut? People will talk. They will never stop."
After Luke’s warning, Mr. Harrison had stopped trying to sabotage their wedding too. He couldn’t lose his daughter over a work matter.
“I know but if they do it in front of me, they pay terribly.” She breathed out, a strange, unwanted hesitation filling her.
“You will only ruin yourself by this,”
She began to walk away, mind and eyes straying in the other direction because controlling was no longer possible.
“I know there is not much I can do for him nor does he honestly have any expectations from me. But, this is the least I can do, Papa,”
“Protect his name and dignity with all my devotion.” Enunciating, her gaze shifted to the window, eyes narrowing with a desperation that was more like a prayer.
‘Hoping one day, you will forgive me, Luke,’
Later, after a hectic day, Luke decided to surprise her by picking her.
Luke stepped in, his presence immediately shifting the pressure of the room, receiving looks and constant whispering from the people around him.
“...did you see her? She almost took his throat out with a pen.”
“The Princess has finally lost it. She won’t let anyone speak ill of her husband.”
“Defending a man who couldn’t even keep her safe on their honeymoon…”
Luke simply pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh of frustration before remaining in his dominance.
Luke stopped at the secretary’s desk, "What happened?"
Radiantly, Peach emerged from her office upon hearing about his arrival. A mischievous grin appeared on her features.
“Baby~”
She reached out, her fingers lingering on the lapel of his jacket before sliding up to twirl her fingers with the hair at the nape, hovering over him to block the sight.
Luke blinked, "Peach? People are talking. They’re saying you-”
"They are saying I am mad for my husband," she interrupted, her voice dripping with a honeyed, sultry confidence.
She leaned in, her chest firmly against his, eyes clouding her true emotions perfectly by the temptation.
"Can you blame me? Look at you. If I weren't so far away, I would spend all day keeping you locked in our bedroom."
Luke’s ears turned a vivid shade of red. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his stoic composure, "We should go. Your father is watching."
"Let him watch," she teased, a sly smirk adorning her lips, kissing his jawline while demanding playfully.
"Are you going to carry me to the car, or do I have to make a scene to get your attention?"
Luke glanced at her Father’s frown, back to the staff staring intensely, feeling the heat of the moment and regaining his old self.
"Be careful. You’ve spent all day defending my name, but I’m much more interested in hearing you scream it."
His hand firmly moved around her back, with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine while whispering darkly in her ear.
“Or, I can carry you to your father’s desk and give them something much more thrilling to whisper about?”
Peach’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open slightly with a hopeless blush.
"I- you- " She stammered, she tried to pull back but couldn’t.
Luke let out a low laugh, his eyes roaming over her flustered expression with dark satisfaction.
He leaned down, placing a burning kiss on the side of her face before leading her towards the elevator.
Peach walked beside him in a daze, utterly defeated by the very man she had tried to tease.