Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 230: Animosity

Chapter 230: Animosity

sTony was shocked to see the expression on her face. It was... He couldn’t decipher it.

He thought that he knew everything about her and yet, at times, she threw curveballs at him making him struggle to face her.

That was her allure! Just when he thought that he could predict her, she would prove him wrong and make him excited.

"Are you jealous, Birdie? That woman is your friend and they say she is beauti~"

"Jealous?" Marcella scoffed. Her smile became lopsided and a side of her lips curved up. In the bright light that was illuminating one half of her face, she looked like a painting with meticulous details. If he had a camera, he could have captured that exact moment but since he didn’t, he stored that face of hers in his heart.

That would be one of the images that would flash in his memory when his life flashed before him on his deathbed, for sure.

That smile of hers was so alluring for the same reason he asked her whether she was jealous—mysterious. She was like the depths of the Mariana trench that needed to be discovered and it tickled his senses. He got excited.

She knew how to keep him on his toes, after all. He married the right woman!

"Why would I be?" Marcella tilted her head.

The smile on his face reduced a bit. He didn’t like it when she said that she was not jealous. He did stupid things to make her jealous, but not once did she reveal her thoughts. It was nerve-wracking for him.

"You’re not?" he asked. And then he said the dumbest thing he ever said to her, next to him refusing her kiss on their prom night.

He said, "You should be when it comes to her."

Only after he said it, did he realize the blunder he did. The warmth of her embrace left him as she took a step back. She looked at him with absolutely blank expression.

*Wheeee*

The cry of the baby snapped her out of her blank nothingness. Worry spread upon her face and clutching her chest out of instinct, she walked to the nursery.

Tony’s hand reached through the patch of light that exposed the floating dust to her. He could only have a graze of her sleeve while she dashed to the nursery. He rushed behind her only to have the door close in front of his face.

What have I done?

He scooted beside the door. Running his fingers through his hair, he let out deep breaths to compose himself.

He just insinuated to her that she needed to be doubtful of him! How stupid!

Even if he tried to explain what he meant, would she believe him? She was already upset with him for not mentioning Beth’s previous visits to her. He thought he could handle it but now he only made it worse.

He stared at the door for some time. The silence in the room was overbearing. The cloud of desperation on his face was replaced with darkness and his lips curved up menacingly as he stood up.

He knew what to do!

Marcella took a walk in the backyard in the evening. The yard was big and the landscaping was getting done. They said it would take at least a couple of months to finish it.

One of the secret service members was walking with her at a distance. Marcella sensed a great deal of animosity from him. He didn’t leave her alone even when she asked him to.

"Johnny, is it?" she asked stopping to look at his face. She had heard another guy calling him by that name and she decided to confront her fear.

"That name is for my friends. You call me Russo," he said.

He was wearing his sunglasses and she noticed at least three handguns on him. His walkie-talkie too was with him. His oxfords were so polished she saw the clouds reflecting on his shoes. She observed his face. His thin lips were pressed to a line. She couldn’t look into his eyes. His hair was neatly trimmed.

These types of men scared her for some reason, although her husband would come under the same category too.

"Russo?" Marcella asked. "Where are you from?"

She’s heard the name Russo around. He must have Italian ancestry and although she could hear his animosity toward her loudly, she still got excited a little as if she was meeting her long-lost friend.

"Look, Mrs. Crawford. I am not here to chat and enjoy your company. I am here out of obligation. My superiors sent me here and I am bearing with it not to lose my integrity. I want nothing~"

"Fine," Marcella interjected him.

Geez! Even if he didn’t like small talk, he didn’t have to be this rude to her! It’s not like she asked for his protection!

"You didn’t have to be here if you don’t want to," she said, her voice deep. She was not someone who would take insults from strangers lightly. She didn’t understand why he hated her this much when they’d never met before.

She turned to leave and John Russo scoffed behind her back.

"So I know you, Mr. Russo? What’s with the hate I sense from you?" she asked.

She didn’t want a guy with that much hate for her in her house, guarding her.

"That’s who you are, huh?" Russo scoffed. "Then again... How would you be different from your ilk?"

"If you have something to say to me, say it to my face, Russo!" Marcella raised her voice.

She heard Tony walking out, probably because he heard her shout. He stood a couple of feet behind her.

The guy still didn’t take off his sunglasses and she couldn’t see his face.

"Do you know my father?" she asked. She couldn’t think of any other reason.

That guy started to laugh. "I couldn’t believe this..."

"Do you want to get relieved from here?" Marcella asked.

"I would love to," he took in a deep breath. "I don’t know how long I will be able to hold my integrity and be strong enough not to kill my cousin’s killer."

Just as those words left his mouth, Tony pulled her back and walked to the front covering her.

Marcella was only more confused.