Accidental Marriage with the CEO: Unwanted Bride
Chapter 65: Cold and hot

Chapter 65: Cold and hot

"So tell me, what’s your plan for me, and who exactly am I investing in?" He asked, wiping away Patricia’s embarrassment. She quickly composed herself.

"It’s not like you don’t already know. Zara said she told you when you both made that deal back then," she revealed, bringing a knowing smile to his face. Patricia almost rolled her eyes, finding him completely childish.

"It’s more fun hearing you say it," he replied, raising his hand to get the attention of a waiter.

"One Americano, please. Lots of ice," he ordered, and the waiter immediately left to fulfill the request.

"Well, now that you know, do I still need to show you a proposal, or will you invest?" She asked, getting straight to the point.

"As long as this investment helps you get your divorce, I will help. I really can’t wait to court you," he said.

"I have told you, that will never happen. I am grateful you saved my life, but I am not going to repay you with my dignity. I don’t want to be entangled with you or him anymore," she clarified, holding her ground.

"I am not asking for your dignity. I am asking for your love. And I have already told you, Roman has no intention of letting you go. A divorce won’t stop him from getting you if he still wants you. But I can help get him off your back," he offered, making Patricia scoff.

"What about Eve? Are you really going to betray your best friend by dating his ex-wife just to stroke your ego? Have you ever considered how she feels?!" Patricia snapped, her voice raised, as if she could feel Eve’s pain herself.

"I owe Eve nothing. Roman made that clear when he took the thing I cherished most. It’s only fair I return the favor. Don’t you think?" He asked, completely unmoved, which only irritated her more.

"Do you truly not love her? Can you bear to watch her marry another man?" She pressed.

"That’s our fate," he said just as the waiter arrived and placed his drink on the table, momentarily easing the tension.

As she watched him sip his iced coffee, Patricia grew more annoyed at how unbothered he seemed. The more she got to know him, the more she felt like he had so much in common with Roman. Both of them only wanted to use her to boost their egos, they cared less about her. It might look like Syres was the wronged one, but frankly, both of them have wronged each other. If she didn’t find a way out of their lives before it was too late, they would ruin her in the process of hurting each other.

Not interested in getting involved in Syres’s petty game, she stood up and announced, "Mr. Graymoor, thank you for taking the time to see me, but there will be no further investment discussions. I hope you have a nice day." With that, she turned to leave.

But Syres quickly stood and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Do you even have options?" He asked.

"Let me go!" Patricia demanded, glaring hard at him but he didn’t release her.

In a flash, Syres was sent tumbling to the floor.

"Ahh!" She screamed.

Turning to her side, her heart skipped a beat when her gaze landed on the dark, angry eyes staring back at her with a cold intensity. It was Roman. What was he doing here? How did he even know she was here?

"You couldn’t even give us more time," Syres chuckled as he stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"How did you find me?" Patricia asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Ignoring her question, Roman grabbed her wrist. "Let’s go," he said, already pulling her along when Syres suddenly blurted out, "Does this place not bring back memories? Your mum always made the finest coffee," his laughter filled with menace.

Patricia frowned and looked at Roman, noticing how visibly affected he seemed by Syres’ words. His mum? Could it be that...

"Watch your mouth, Syres," Roman warned, not even glancing back as he continued dragging Patricia away.

The farther they walked, the tighter his grip became. She wasn’t sure if she should speak, especially seeing how furious he was. Not that she cared, but whatever Syres said must have triggered something deep.

Wincing in pain, she finally said, "You are hurting me." Her voice was low, strained.

But he didn’t stop. He kept pulling her, his anger only intensifying.

"Roman! Stop! You are causing me pain!" She finally shouted when soft words failed to reach him.

He halted, only to suddenly yank her forward, slamming her back against the car. She cried out in pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She yelled, her glare sharp, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"I told you to stay away from him!" He bellowed, making her flinch. But she didn’t back down.

"Why does it matter to you?! I have told you, I am not obligated to listen to you. I will see who I want and talk to whoever I want," she fired back, infuriating him.

"You are my woman! I decide who you see, even if I have to lock you up to make you realize that!" He shouted.

At the mention of being locked up, her heart skipped a beat. And fear began to overshadow her courage. Was he really going to do that to her? He might have been nice to her lately but it was only a facade to get her to drop the divorce, which clearly wasn’t working causing him to revert back to his real side.

"You wouldn’t dare! You have no right to lock me up. I am only your wife on paper. I can get a divorce, whether you like it or not, even if I have to involve the law!" She spat, summoning every ounce of bravery she had.

Suddenly, Roman punched the car, causing her to flinch again. Tears threatened to spill. Her hands trembled at her sides, but she maintained eye contact, refusing to let him intimidate her.

"Patricia Blackthorn, that’s who you are now. And no one can change that unless I say so. Only I have the right to decide who you meet, talk to, dine with, sleep with, or work with," he said coldly, his gaze dark and his voice icy. She could feel the threat in his words and it wasn’t a mere threat. She suddenly felt chills run down her spine, a testament that she was still powerless.

A single tear slid down her cheek.

"You can’t treat me cold one day and hot the next, then suddenly show up demanding rights over me. I will get my divorce, whether or not you like it," she said, voice shaking, body trembling.

Roman stared at her, silent. His eyes dropped to the tear trailing down her face, and for a brief moment, she saw something...guilt flash in his gaze before it vanished.

"Get in the car," he ordered, turning and heading for the driver’s seat.