Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 218: Unexpected Guest

Chapter 218: Unexpected Guest

"What’s with you?" Marcella patted his arm playfully.

Tony stopped and looked at her closely. She looked bright in the morning sunlight.

"Are you happy, Birdie?" he asked. I feel like lately I’m not doing anything for you...I am pretty much...useless."

Marcella hugged him. "Who told you that? Bring them to me. I’ll give a tight slap to their face."

Tony kissed her head and rubbed her back. "Slap me," he said.

Marcella could only chuckle. She used to be so low on confidence and Tony changed that for her. Now that she could function without him, he felt useless. She did have a lot she wanted to ask him but she held back because he was not nearby. Now that he was with her again, she could depend on him more and more.

"I do have a purpose for you..." she winked at him and handed him a pickle jar. "Open it, please..."

Tony looked at the pickle jar in his hand and shook his head. This was not what he meant but seeing her cheerful smile, he ended up smiling.

He walked to her. "Birdie, about Beth, I~"

"For the party, I leave the security details to you," Marcella placed her hand on his chest and smiled.

Tony blinked his eyes. Did she stop him from talking about Beth?

That was not the first time he tried to explain it to her. For an entire week, he tried to talk to her about his meeting with Beth but she changed the topic, every time. She was saying without words that she didn’t want to hear him.

Tony didn’t panic though. She showered him with love and accepted his love. That only meant that she was not bothered by it.

He let it go.

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"How do I look?" Marcella asked looking at herself in the mirror.

Tony walked to her fixing his cuffs. Hugging her around her belly, he rested his chin on her shoulder. She held his cheek with her hand and smiled.

"Please, do not say anything. I know I look like a sack of potatoes."

"Sack of potatoes? You? Whatever gave you that idea?" Tony asked.

She truly didn’t look awful. She looked like a star in that blue dress.

She looked pitiful though, trying to walk around with that big belly of hers. Honestly, he was not sure if the doctor was any good. She must be carrying twins. Her belly was that big.

"You’re my sweet baby as always," Marcella kissed his cheek.

Tony held her cheek and kissed it. "Are you sure you want to do this, Birdie? You can rest. I can handle it," he said.

"No," Marcella looked into his eyes. "I must do this. This is what they want to see and that’s what I am going to give them. Make sure our picture gets published in national papers," she winked her eyes.

She was just getting ready but she felt like she had run a marathon. She took in a deep breath and she couldn’t even take a deep breath like she used to.

Seriously, being pregnant is such a bother!

"Why do women want to work?" she questioned again. "They don’t even get maternity leave and why would they want to go through pregnancy while working? Or, stopping women from having babies is the plan?" she asked.

Tony chuckled. "Plan? Who do you think is planning all these?"

Marcella shrugged. "I don’t know. Women are strong, aren’t they? They can do anything. I, however..." she rubbed her belly. "I can’t wait for this party to be over."

"I’ll have my eyes on you at all times. Give me the signal and I will bring you out of the party. I’ll have an ambulance on standby," he said.

Marcella laughed. "Ambulance?" However, her laugh didn’t last long seeing Tony’s expression. "You are serious?"

"I am," Tony kissed her. "I find this party entirely unnecessary... But... I see your point and I will bear with it. The moment I see a slight sign of tiredness on your face, I will take you out of that place."

"In an ambulance?" Marcella raised her brows.

"In an ambulance," Tony said, his blue eyes unwaveringly looking at her.

Marcella pursed her lips. "Thank you," she said.

In the end, that was an expression of his love for her. Why should she deny it?

"Good girl," Tony kissed her. "Very very good girl..."

His hands slipped to her butt and down to the hem of her dress.

"Not now, Tony," she slapped his hand.

She "helped" him only earlier. She couldn’t believe how he could get turned on that soon. They had a party to host!

They left Joey under Randy’s care as usual. Mary and Rosy were more than happy to babysit Joey. Joey also was accustomed to Randy’s house and he would feel at home there.

Marcella had arranged the party in a big five-star hotel in the city that had ample parking. She didn’t want to leave any leeway for criticism and she took meticulous care about every single detail.

Tony was awed to see the hall. He had an idea of her plans but with the flower arrangements, the entire place had transformed beautifully. He didn’t know she had this much talent for hosting parties.

He remembered all the books in their home that she read day and night. When they got married, she said she would do everything to be the perfect wife. She worked a lot for that and she had made him proud.

"You are more than I deserve, Birdie," he kissed her. "I am proud to be your husband."

Marcella smiled. The diamonds in the long chandelier earring she was wearing glittered in the warm lights of the resplendent hall but Tony found the shine in her eyes more attractive.

If she was not heavily pregnant, he would have pushed her into a bathroom stall and did her then and there. Too bad...

The party started and Tony proudly stood by her side as they welcomed the guests. He could see the shock apparent in those who consider themselves blue bloods.

My wife is not lesser than you, pompous pricks! She’s better than you a lot. Can you see it? Die of heartburn!

The waiting staff followed the protocol to the tee and the drinks were served as he guests arrived. Many elites of the city and also those who held higher positions in their party were invited. None of them had an unhappy place being there.

As the party was going on, someone arrived late. Tony clenched his jaws seeing the one who entered with David Schmidt.

Beth! What is she doing here?