Chapter 96 I'm concerned about you
"And you didn't tell me?" I glared, taking more spoonfuls of the soup because why not? I couldn't take my anger out on the poor soup just because he made me feel that way. "What did he tell you?" I pressed when he didn't respond to my initial question. He didn't seem like he wanted to do that. "Dashiell?"
"Why didn't you tell me your car was tampered with? Would you have kept it from me had this thing not happened?" Though his tone was low, I could feel the hint of anger as he stared at me, his eyes narrowed.
His question stunned me. It was the last thing I thought I would hear from him. Gulping, I asked instead, "How did you know?"
"Brion informed me," he responded, rubbing it on my face that my friend told me when I was trying to keep it a secret from him. "But that's none of my concern at the moment. I just want to know why you thought to keep this from me. I realize you don't trust me as much as I hope you will, and you are only doing this for the children, but I hope you will at least trust me enough to let me know the things going on in your life." He placed his palm over mine and squeezed it. "All I want is a chance to prove how much I love you. To show you, I'm not the same man, and you can trust me to keep you safe."
The raw emotions in his eyes, as he locked his gaze with mine, took my breath away. For a minute, I couldn't talk. I could only stare at him, forgetting to take more spoonfuls of my soup as I tried to think of the right response to give him at the moment because I couldn't provide any.
"Nova?"
"I'm sorry." I removed my hand from under his and averted my gaze. "I didn't think the matter was that important to -"
"Your life isn't important?!" He yelled at me. "How can you act like that?"
"Don't fucking shout at me!"
"Why shouldn't I when you keep playing with your life??! Had you let me know about this, you wouldn't have been fucking shot! I wouldn't have let you leave alone!" He heaved. "I just...." Sighing, he sat back in the chair and took my hand in his, peering at me with eyes that broke my heart. "I don't want to lose you, Nova. I just got you back."
"I'm not a kid. You have to monitor it all the time." I removed my hand from his, glaring. "You are just like Brion. You think you can keep me safe by employing someone to monitor me?"
"I'm nothing like him!" He gritted out, his eyes narrowed at me. "I wouldn't have employed anyone to keep you safe when I would have done that! Now we don't even know who they wanted!"
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"It's none of your concern!
"Nova," he warned, his gaze shrouded in darkness as he watched me. "You have no right to tell me, it's not my concern when you are my freaking wife!"
"No, I'm not," I said stubbornly, my gaze mirroring his. "You have no right to call me that when you are just nothing to me!"
He glared but didn't respond to my outburst. Sighing, he covered his face with his palms. While I heaved, trying to regain my breath, he kept his face downwards. We stayed that way for a long time before he slowly raised his head to look at me. The anger in his gaze had vanished, replaced by a neutral expression, one I didn't like at all. Having him mad at me made it easy for me to yell. It was better than having him give me that sad look.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, looking concerned. "I apologize for making you all work up. It's my fault for not controlling my emotions. I'm sorry."
Did he apologize? I blinked, wondering if he had lost it. Why was he apologizing when I was the one looking for his trouble?
"Do you need another soup?" He got up and took the empty plate to me. "Do you want more? Or should I reheat it for you to eat later?"
"You don't -"
"Should I call Brion for you?" He offered, still smiling. He looked almost robotic like he was trying not to infuriate me any further than he did earlier. Without waiting for my response, he brought his phone out of his pocket. "I will just -"
"Don't worry." I placed my hand over him, only to remove it when he cast a glance at the hand, his gaze softening. "You don't have to call him. I will do that when I'm ready."
He frowned at my words, but instead of saying anything, he nodded, pocketing his phone. "I will take this soup to the nurse. If you need more, you can let me know. I will make a fresh one for you," he offered, closing the food flask.
"Dashiell-"
"Is there anything else you need? Do you -"
"Dashiell, I -"