Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 60: The Elite Life

Chapter 60: The Elite Life

"That’s a lot of pancakes!"

Marcella almost jumped hearing Ton’s voice near her. Only then she noticed that she had stacked a lot of pancakes on the plate. She turned off the stove and brought the pancakes to the dining table.

She almost screamed as she turned.

Why is he not wearing his shirt? Is this a habit of his to walk around shirtless? Why?

"You’re not getting ready?" she asked placing the plate on the table.

Wear a shirt, Tony! We are not at the beach!

It shouldn’t affect her much. It’s just some skin...bare, hairy skin...sexy, toned skin.

*Ehem*

She shouldn’t be bothered but she was.

Why?

The reason was obvious and yet she didn’t want to think about it.

"I..." Tony pulled the chair for her to sit. "I wanted to wake up early to make breakfast but..." he smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, it’s fine. I had a good night’s sleep. I was wide awake. You didn’t have to wake up..."

Marcella poured the syrup for him and offered him the cutleries.

"Coffee?" She asked.

"Yes, please."

Tony tried to get to her but she gestured for him to sit. She got the coffee and offered it to him.

"No sugar?" she asked.

How can he drink bitter coffee without any sugar?

Tony said nothing and watched her add several spoonfuls of sugar in her mug with awe. "Did you develop a sweet tooth?" he asked.

She used to not like sweets much.

Marcella shrugged. She heard somewhere that sad people tend to like sweets more. She is a wretched being. Sweets are the littlest joy in the world.

"Do you smoke?" he asked.

"No, never liked it," Marcella answered.

She tried thinking she would love it as she didn’t mind the smell, but she didn’t like it. She then refused to get used to it. Also, Gloria had an aversion to people who smoke and she just didn’t try smoking again.

"Do you?" she asked.

"Cigars," Tony answered. "Got a taste for it..."

Marcella nodded. Her father used to like cigars too.

"...after Don DeAngelo left his collections with me."

Tony added and Marcella raised her brows, surprised. She didn’t know that he kept close contact with her father for that long. For her father tl leave his priced cigars to Tony...

"You weren’t there for the will," Tony said.

"Yeah..." Marcella bowed her head. She didn’t have the energy to fight the Romano couple. She didn’t even know what her father left for her.

"I attended your grandmother’s funeral service but I couldn’t talk to you..." she said.

When she got information that Cynthia Crawford died, she was devastated. She didn’t have the guts to face Tony after the stunt she pulled just a year back with that other guy. So, she left without meeting him.

Tony smiled. "It’s fine. I saw you...but..."

He couldn’t face her properly. So, he avoided her.

Marcella nodded and continued to eat. She had become calm by then.

Tony took a bite. "It’s good. Thank you for your efforts," he said.

"Oh, please... I am glad you like it..." Marcella said. She didn’t know why she felt like her cheeks were burning up for him complimenting her basic cooking skill.

Tony smiled seeing the spread of red on her cheeks. But his smile didn’t last long.

He took the coward’s way with her always. Maybe he should change it. He, till now, tried to ignore what happened earlier. But he wanted to bring it up. Even if she was inconvenienced, he wanted her to know his feelings.

"I-uh- earlier I was dreaming...and that was why I..." He made hugging and kissing gestures.

"Oh, don’t apologize. I understa~"

"I am not apologizing," Tony interrupted her.

Marcella blinked.

What!?

"I want you to know... I have such dreams of you a lot of times. It’s only natural considering..." he cleared his throat. A layer of mist formed on his eyes as he played with the food for a few seconds.

"You don’t like it when I speak the truth, Marcella. But... "

Tony looked at her. His eyes were gentle and the slight furrow lines on his forehead exposed the desperation in his heart. He looked pleading. Marcella’s heart pounded.

The telephone rang louder than her heartbeat. Tony looked disappointed. He tried to talk but the incessant ringing tore the silence between them, drowning their loud heartbeats, and snapped their patience.

"It must be for you," Marcella said. She didn’t give this phone number to anyone yet.

"Excuse me," Tony stood up.

Tony was talking about something work-related. Marcella cleared up the table and rushed to the bathroom. She needed to get ready for work.

Even when she got dressed, Tony was still talking. It appeared that some other congressmen needed to be convinced to pass a bill. Marcella in the guise of getting ready, observed Tony. He was so passionate about the bill getting passed as a law.

He always gives his best!

Marcella checked on the baby. He was still sleeping deeply. Tony had placed the pillows around him properly bringing a smile to her face.

The mess in his room was kept locked in the baby’s nursery. Marcella figured that Tony didn’t want anyone to see them and she didn’t care. At least, she had walking room in the room.

She made the bed and folded the duvet without disturbing the baby. Rosy rang the bell at that time and she opened the door for her. Tony ended the call immediately and rushed to the bedroom to wear his shirt.

Marcella smiled.

So, only I am privy to his bare skin?

Rosy asked her not to rush there. She assured Marcella that she would call if there was an emergency.

The entire week passed without an incident at home. At work though, Cindy gave her hell. She tried to avoid Cindy and her provocations. She didn’t want to fight Cindy. She felt bad for her. Tony was wrong to use her and then throw her away.

Uncle Karl called her and informed her that there were some troubles in transferring the funds to her and that he was looking into it.

Marcella didn’t know if it was her luck that she was still poor even though she was entitled to millions. She wondered if she should move back to the DeAngelo mansion.

But it would be hard to commute every day from there. The traffic would kill her. It wouldn’t suit both of them. She scraped that idea.

Tony’s house is not bad.

On Friday, Tony was waiting for her at her office building in the evening. The first thing he asked her to do was not to worry as he informed Rosy to babysit Joey for a while longer.

"For the rings?" she asked. She had almost forgotten about it but Tony remembered. "I do not mind a simple ring. Yellow gold would suit us both," she said.

She didn’t want to strain him too much. He faced a surge in expenditure this month. He is paying for three. It must be hard.

Tony didn’t say anything, and they walked in the sidewalk. The market street was closer by and Marcella didn’t mind walking. She noticed that Tony was walking by the streetside.

He was walking closer to her. His arms were grazing on her shoulder and his hands at times glided over her hand. Out of nowhere, he held her hand.

Marcella smiled.

The entire place was lit with lights of thousand colors. With a handsome man holding her hand, as she walked, she couldn’t help but smile with glee.

It was like she was on a date.

He stopped at a restaurant. There was a queue in front of the door. Marcella had heard about this French restaurant that was all the craze. They said that one has to book the restaurant at least a month in advance.

Tony walked beside the line and reached the security at the door.

Are we cutting the line?

Marcella wondered. But Tony did not cut the line. He showed his ID to the security and he opened the door for him.

"Did you book it a month earlier?" Marcella asked as the usher removed the "Reserved" sign from a table.

Tony smiled. "Kind of..."

Marcella raised her brows. Is he jesting or telling the truth?

Tony pulled the chair for her to sit. "The elites follow different sets of rules, Marcella. Have you ever waited when you went anywhere with your father?" he asked.

Marcella smiled with admiration.

Elites... She’s back with the elites.

She looked around. They were in the private sector of the restaurant, and she noticed the manager rushing toward them with a slight bend to his back and a bright professional smile.

She’s seen people acting this way with her father. She was out of that sort of life for a while.

And now, with Tony... She’s back with the elites.

She asked Tony to order for her. When she sipped the expensive wine, she felt at home. Her father used to spoil her with the best. Maybe she did miss that life.