Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 159: Jealous

Chapter 159: Jealous

Viviana woke up to the slight jingle in the closet. She couldn’t even open her eyes as she felt like she was beaten up. But she was hungry and wanted to get up.

She blinked her eyes groggily wondering what that noise in the closet would be. She jumped down from the bed and walked to the closet. She didn’t mind the hurt in her legs.

"What are you doing?" she pushed Leander away from the drawer.

She didn’t know how long he was there but the entire place was a mess. A few of his necklaces were already knotted. And a couple of them were on the floor.

How could he be this messy?

"You could have woken me up! My God, you’re messy," she ended up chuckling. "What do you need? I’ll get it for you," she asked turning to face him.

He smiled. Again, that boyish smile that would brighten up his face made her world freeze around her. He was like a bright pillar of strength in front of her.

"That one with the lion face, the collar chain."

"This entire row of drawers is for your necklaces as I’ve told you a hundred times. The lighter items are..." she stopped speaking as she knew he wouldn’t get it even if she explains a thousand more times.

She closed the drawers and got him the one he was searching for. She didn’t know how he missed the one drawer that has what he was searching for and messed up every other drawer.

Except for the watches.

She couldn’t understand how he could be this careless with this. His jewelry alone would be worth millions. And yet, he appeared to not care for them. She thought he was not a very organized person.

But he is very organized.

She saw the proof in his office. He doesn’t allow cleaning staff touch his stuff. He cleans the shelves and the cleaning staff are allowed to clean the floor when he is present. His office is never disorganized. Everything was prim and proper there. He knows where each of the book went.

How could he not know where his jewelry is, unless...

Supporting his hand on his thighs he bowed as usual for her to pin the collar brooch. "You don’t like your jewelries much, do you?" she asked.

That was the conclusion she could arrive at. Maybe he wears them because it has become his brand or he’s doing it for someone else.

He shrugged. "I like my watches..."

Viviana nodded. So, she guessed right. Her lips curved to a smile remembering the boy she met at Abenney who was proud of his jewelry. Maybe that was a phase and he grew out of it.

She regretted her decision to buy him that lemon charm. She hadn’t seen it after that day. She didn’t expect him to wear it anywhere, but she couldn’t even find it anywhere. She didn’t even know if he had lost it.

The shirt too is in the closet, neatly folded, separately from his other clothes. He didn’t wear it anywhere. Maybe, he didn’t like her gifts?

But then she remembered the smile on his face when she gave them to him. That was the purpose of her gift and her gifts achieved the purpose. He was happy receiving them. She didn’t care what he did with her gifts.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

She shook her head. She doesn’t have to tell him her every thought. She can be happy all by herself.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

He chose to wear light jewelry and that piqued her curiosity.

"Venus Point," he said.

"What?" Viviana’s smile froze on her face.

Maybe that’s what he wanted to see, he smirked. "I’m going to Venus Point."

"Oh?" Viviana pressed her lips.

She didn’t know what she should do. She let go of his collar. The collar brooch hung as she hadn’t pinned it on both sides.

"You finish up and leave. I’m hungry," she walked into the bathroom.

Leander watched her covering his mouth with his hand. But he didn’t know if this is the reaction, he wanted from her. The last time he said the same thing, she reacted differently with that obnoxious smile on her face.

Maybe this is better...? Is she jealous? But why isn’t she asking me?

He waited at the bathroom door for her to come out. She looked very cute earlier with her bed hair. He thought he would miss her long hair, but he found that her short hair doesn’t make her any less adorable. In fact, she is even more adorable.

Her voice was a bit raspy. Screaming all night must have affected her throat. He should ask the kitchen to give her something to soothe her throat.

Viviana stared at the mirror with the toothbrush still inside her mouth. She did not feel good at all. She wanted to shout at him for wanting to go there. Even if it was business, he can ask someone else to do that for him. He doesn’t have to go there! Steve is enough!

What is he thinking?

Ah, he wants to go there to have fun! How could I not see it?

She brushed her teeth roughly, almost hurting her gums.

Heh! Why should I care what he does? He’s a Kastello! It’s not odd for him to visit brothels even if he’s married! Perverted gangster!

She walked out of the bathroom stomping her feet. She almost screamed seeing him by the door. The brooch was still hanging and he had that same boyish smile on his face. But this time, she wanted to punch his face.

She tried to don a poker face to tell him that she truly didn’t care. The thought of even pretending to smile to provoke him didn’t come to her mind. But rather than a poker face, she was unconsciously pouting.

She walked past him turning her face away telling herself that she didn’t care where he went.

"You’re not going to tidy these up?" he asked.

He thought she’s snap, but she didn’t. She did tidy the drawers but she was not so gentle. He didn’t know that his little wife holds a tornado inside her. He’s never seen her acting this angry.

"Finished," she turned and smiled at him. The smile he hated. "Now can I go have my breakfast? I’m hungry," she pressed her lips, glaring at him.

That obnoxious smile... gone!

"What about this?" he pointed at his poor brooch that was still hanging.

She didn’t say anything and just stared at his hands. And then she glared at him.

"I do have hands. But I like it better if you dress me," he said.

He could see that she is very mad. Her face was getting red. He didn’t know why he had the urge to poke her further. He didn’t like her passive aggressiveness. He wanted her to act on her anger. He wanted to hear her say that she does not like going to a brothel.

But she was controlling her anger better than he thought. "Are you angry at me?" he asked. He thought that would blow her lid off. He smiled seeing her chest puffing with anger.

But she didn’t show her anger to him. With a scoff, not minding him, she walked out of the closet. He did not like that. He went and grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" Viviana shrugged to get out of his grip but ended up getting pressed against the wall.

"Fix my brooch, Mousy," he said.

She glared at him. "NO!" she said to his face.

"Why?" he asked.

Viviana observed his face. He didn’t look mad. If anything, he looked like he was provoking her. And that made her madder.

"Why should I? Go ask the women you pay to do that for you," she pushed his chest.

But like a well-rooted tree, he stood there unmoving. She used her entire upper body strength to push him but he didn’t even move an inch. She scoffed and tried to slid away.

But his big hands grabbed her butt. "What the..." she glared at him. She was extremely angry and she grinded her teeth. "Let go!"

She pushed his shoulder but he lifted her up holding her butt. Before she knew it, he had positioned himself between her legs.

With the wall behind her and his firm chest in front of her, and with her feet leaving the floor, she didn’t know what to do.

"My little mouse," he whispered and pressed his lips on hers.

She tried to resist, but she didn’t know why she is such a failure to fall for his kisses each time.

Within seconds, she was engulfed in his warmth. He was fumbling around, and she heard his belt buckle loosening. The next moment, her pants were down to her knees, and she felt him on her entrance.

"You don’t want me to be with other women?" he asked pressing his chest on her while teasing her entrance with his thick shaft.

She exhaled sharply. And yet she was not willing to let him break her. "I don’t care what you do~ Ah!"

His fingers entered her first, teasing her and making her insides wet.

"I’m asking you again..." his low voice rumbled in her ear.

"Does my opinion matter?" she asked.

It’s what she felt. Would her opinion mean anything to him?