Chapter 232 Why Should I?
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My mind seems to explode from the fury when I break through from Andrew's tight grip on my arm and then slam the door of the taxi getting inside. The man was wise, he started to drive away as soon as the door got closed.
"Where to, Miss?" He asks, looking at me from the rearview mirror.
I give him the address carelessly and didn't even notice the huge frown setting on his forehead from the shock.
Well... Well...
He brings me to my destination quite earlier than I had expected and then parks the taxi outside the mansion's gate as it's restricted to entering.
I get down while fuming in anger and just then the man's shout stops me abruptly, "The fare, Miss?" He asks politely and I turn to acknowledge him. "Wait here." but just as I am supposed to turn and storm inside Andrew pulls over his car and immediately the gates fly open giving him access to the mansion.
Groaning, I storm inside the mansion ignoring Andrew who is shouting something to the guard not that I care at the moment, and then enter the crystal room, I flounce into the living room and fury shoots up in my brain when I see Aaron and Cyrus, together with Anna, sitting and having their breakfast with a smile on their faces.
"Cyrus," I yell in complete rage and he looks startled by my loud tone.
"Mommy, Ann is telling us a story," Aaron says excitedly and before I am able to order Cyrus to leave that table in an instant, Andrew comes over from behind and holds my hand in an instant.
"Enjoy the story, Aaron, Mom and Dad have something to discuss." And just like that, against my will, he pushes me to the elevator.
"Stop, Andrew…" I seethe in anger.
"Stop acting like a child, Tessa." He hisses in anger.
"I want Cyrus back to me, Cyrus… Cyrus." I start to shout, calling Cyrus, we need to leave. I can't let Cyrus get blind by their fake love and affection.
No !!
"Stop shouting." Andrew looks at me in exasperation.
"What you'll do, huh? Cyrus is my son, no one can stop me from calling his name." I tell him stubbornly.
"If you shout, I'll kiss you, Tessa." He threatens and I scoff.
And just when I am about to shout again, he shakes his head in dismay and then swiftly leans, holding my waist pulling me closer, his lips getting closer to mine, and in an instant, I open my mouth to bite and there I get the flesh.
"Ouch…"
Andrew whines as I bite his hand ferociously, "F**k, Tessa… It's painful." He wails in pain but my teeth remain intact with his hand, I won't let it go until I feel his blood rushing out of his hand. I am so so angry and there is no way I can let out my anger except for him.
Taking a deep breath, he again turns to his calm posture while my teeth dig into his flesh brutally.
DING
The elevator door opens and with his other hand, he drags me to my room not gently nor furiously and once we are inside he slams the door shut.
BOOM
"I want to leave," I scream at the top of my lungs.
"No, you won't." He snaps looking agitated but I don't care, how does he look at me? I am determined to leave with Cyrus. It was the wrong decision to return here. His sister drugged me and now she is trying to get close to Cyrus, not that isn't going to happen.
I won't let her take my son away from me. I won't.
Cyrus is my light, my only blessing from God. I won't let her take away my precious gem. No, I won't.
Ignoring the rage in his eyes, I start looking for my bag to leave but then suddenly my arms are grabbed from behind and I am out of the wardrobe just like this and pinned to the sofa.
"Listen to me," Andrew pleaded, his voice stern but low, he sounds helpless and gradually it makes me look at him in anxiety.
"What?" I snap, I am disappointed in him, no matter what happens, he has always failed in protecting me, and his child.
"Don't act impulsively, Aaron's life depends on this surgery. Please think as Aaron's mother, how could you let him die like this? How could a mother be heartless like this?" He says calmly and I frown, "He never had a mother before." I murmur and Andrew's grip on my arms tightens.
I guess I have hit the sore spot.
"He always had a mother, and he keeps looking for you." He states and I turn away from him, "I had only one son, Cyrus." I tell him hoarsely while trying to sniff back the tears, my chest is painful, I know I am being unfair to Aaron but losing one son is better than losing both of them.
I know Andrew loves Aaron a lot, I have seen the way they both are, and the way Aaron is obedient to him and a completely disciplined child. Andrew has grown Aaron into a gentleman and I am grateful that Aaron has got such a loving and caring father even if he has my absence in his life. Andrew has made sure that Aaron won't lack anything.
"You have never done anything for Aaron, at least, once in your life, do your duty towards Aaron. After surgery, I swear, I will send you and Cyrus away." He looks damn serious but my heart is still reluctant to believe his words.
"I swear on Aaron." He let go of me and raised his one hand in the air while the other on his chest, he swore, and my jaw drops instantly because if he is swearing on Aaron that could never be a lie.
Never.
"Fine," I say grumpily, what else choice do I have? I am his captive and it's difficult for me to leave without his approval.
He breathes a sigh of relief and again opens his mouth, "Whatever Ann did was wrong, but I assure you she won't do any harm to you now, and please…" He pauses looking at me anxiously, "If you are the mother of Cyrus and Aaron, Ann is their aunt, she also has a right to them. You can't shut her out of the children's life. The remaining days you have in this mansion, I want them to be spent in peace," He looks at my face which has no expression and my eyes firmly stare into his coldly, he sighs and then adds, "Please, Tessa."
Good, second plea, huh, for whom, his sister, of course.
"Fine." I sneer unhappily.
I also want my days to be spent in peace, I don't want to create any ruckus nor want to give anyone a reason to create any.
"Thanks," He mutters and then walks to the door to open the door and flinches when his injured hand twists the doorknob, his low cry takes my attention, and only then do I realize how hard I have bitten him.
Have I turned into a dog, a while ago?
Well, anger seems to take away all my senses, otherwise, how could I have bitten him so hard?
For a moment, I feel like rushing toward him and examining his hand but then I stop when my subconscious reminds me about our current relationship. We are not a couple anymore and neither has become the exes yet. We are stuck in between.
Despondently, I stay where I am and watch him leaving with a little guilt in my eyes, not even for once, he scolds me and neither complaints to me.
I don't understand if he is really so innocent. Or he just acts to be impeccable, after all, that he had done to me, he couldn't be any one of it.
A sneer of disdain leaves my mouth and I am again filled with agony and hate for Andrew.
Whatever I did, he deserves it simply.
I mutter to myself, giving my heart a little ease so it gets out from the guilt consciousness.
I hurry to bathe after clearing my anxious mind, and as I step out of the washroom I find Aaron and Cyrus in my room. My anger and distress fade away as I spend my time with my children and then cook lunch for them. All day I don't encounter Andrew nor his sister, Ann. I feel relieved but somewhere in my heart, I feel troubled too.
Had I hurt him badly? Should I ask him? Or better ignore him, why should I care for him when he doesn't consider my feelings at all? Why should I?
But even after all this long discussion, my heart still feels restless all day with a hint of worry for him. At night, I peek at the door of his room, it's close and utterly quiet which means he hasn't returned yet but that's pretty unusual, he always returns before dinner and tonight he missed it. Why?
With perplexing thoughts and a restless heart, I try to sleep while curling my body under the blanket hoping that tomorrow will bring some good news and peace in my life.
