Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 32 - Twenty-Nine

Chapter 32: Chapter Twenty-Nine

ERWIN

I excuse myself from Leo and John to use the restroom. Let’s not mention that asshole, pain in my married ass. I don’t know what that bastard wants from John. But I have a feeling that whatever it is, it is not something good. The way Ruth looks at him is just like a predator looking at his prey. Or, just like me a few months ago eyeing the girls. That look doesn’t bring anything good.

I turn around the corner and spot the restroom. After so many years of studying here, I know this place as good as Leo’s body. I step outside the restroom after doing what I needed to do. There is someone waiting for me outside.

"H-Hey Erwin!" Lia somehow manages to give me a nervous smile.

"Why are you here?" I inquiry, my brows pinched, "Where is Tanya?"

"S-She is at the party..." Lia is trying her best to not look me in the eyes.

"Then why are you here?" I have a feeling that something is about to go to the south. "Do you need to use the restroom?"

Okay now, that sounds stupid. Surely if she needed to use the restroom then she wouldn’t come to the men’s. She is here to see me. But why?

"I-I just needed to tell you something." She stutters, cold sweat forming in her hairlines.

"That you like me?" I say it for her since she is having difficulty forming proper words.

"H-How do you know..." She asks, her voice just above a whisper.

"Lia, what do you take me for?" My limited patience running out, "Do you think I am blind? But you should’ve considered a hundred times before telling this to me, now. I am a married man. I have a husband waiting for me at the party." I spin around, ready to leave.

But Lia throws herself in my way, "I can’t, I am sorry." She pounces on me, slamming her lips over mine.

I try to push her away but she wraps her around my neck so tightly that nearly choking me.

What the fuck is she? A fucking snake?

I attempt to bite off her mouth but an abrupt pain spreads across my face from my cheek. The punch is so sudden that I stagger back a few steps in shock, my hand on my cheek.

"She was right." Leo says coldly, eyeing me from beneath his brows, fury flaring beneath his cold surface, "I shouldn’t trust you." Then she turns to Lia, "And you, whatever your name is. You disgust me."

Leo turns around storms down the hallway. He shoots me a look before he turns around the corner. He is disappointed.

Wrath and disappointment flares in my chest. I shoot a glare at Lia, who seems to be scared out of her wits, flinches in horror. You little bitch.

"Get out." I state, my tone is freezing, "Get out of my sight."

Lia winches and runs for it, stumbling a few times in her skirt. I stand there for who knows how long. I feel like there is a void inside my chest, keeping me from feeling anything at all. I want to explain all this to Leo. Everything. I don’t want him to misunderstand me. But then again, did he even try to listen to what I have to say? He just slammed his fist against my face, then said he is disappointed in me. He never tried to talk to me. So, why am I the only one who makes the effort?

There are so many emotions in my chest: anger, disappointment, guilt, regret and despair. They are making an ugly mixture inside my chest and making it so hard for me to breathe. I can’t think of any coherent thought at this moment to escape the one thing that Leo hit me.

It hurts...

"Oi, Erwin!" John snaps out of my daze, "What happened to you?!" John exclaims worriedly as he examines the bruise on my cheek. "Who hit you?"

"Why are you here?" I cut him, "Where is Leo?"

"We spotted him marching out of the party in a not-so-good mood, so Ruth went after him and I came to look after you." He pauses, "I saw that Lia girl running down the hallway. What exactly happened between you guys? You were all lovey-dovey just earlier. Then what happened?" Worry clogging up in his eyes. "Okay you don’t have to say anything. Let’s get you treated first." He starts to drag me outside.

"I don’t want to go to that house. Not for the time being." I breathe, hopelessness gnawing on me.

John eyes with so many questions for a beat but he asks nothing and just nods his head, "We are going home." Means, his apartment.

After picking up Steve from the next door, we enter the apartment.

"Brother, brother," Steve pulls his brother’s clothes to get attention. "Why is friend brother here?"

Where in the world did this kid learn to give people nicknames like this?

"He had a fight with pretty brother." John helps him to slip out of his shoes.

Who is the pretty brother? Leo? And John is going along with him.

"Why?" Steve blinks blankly.

"It is bedtime, Steve." John swiftly dodges his question, "If you don’t sleep now, I won’t take you with me for the trip." John huddles him into his room and signals me to take a bath and slip into something comfortable, he will be there in a minute.

Well done John.

Even after I moved in with Leo, I still have a stack of clothes on standby here. Well, to speak the truth, I didn’t really move anything from this apartment. I didn’t need to. Leo bought me everything I wanted, so I didn’t need to bring anything at all.

Now, when I am alone all I can think about is Leo. I am missing him. I am missing him so much that it hurts. But there is something that is holding me back from going to him. He hit me. I don’t mind that he hit me. He deliberately misunderstood me. He showed no will to listen to me. He didn’t try to believe me. And this is what it hurts the most.

I laugh at myself mockingly. Look what I have become, just because of a single guy. Never did I imagine that I would feel so miserable because someone misunderstood me. What a joke. I let myself get too close with that pink haired devil in disguise, now I am missing him with my entire soul. I have nobody to blame aside from myself. My blood boiling in anger and despair and my heart is thumping in my ear buds.

To calm my anger, I take a shower just like John said. By the time I get out of the shower, John is already waiting for me on the balcony.

"Hey, feeling better now?" He asks warmly.

"Do you have cigarettes on you?" I don’t answer his question because it would be lying if I say that I am feeling any better.

"Didn’t you quit smoking?" John asks, his brows creased.

"Just give it to me if you have got any or I am going down to get some." I snort irritatedly.

"Fine," John slides his hand into his pants’ pocket and fishes out a pack of cigarettes, "here." He passes the packet to me.

Surely he anticipated that I would demand some of it someday, so he kept it on him or else he wouldn’t because he doesn’t smoke. I light up the cigarette.

"Now, my lord will you kindly enlighten me with the details about what happened between you and Leo?" John asks half-joking and half-seriously.

I snort and then give him a full encounter of the questioned event. All the time John listens very intently then huffs, "And?"

"What do you mean by ’and’?" I am done with the cigarette and crash it on a nearby ashtray. This fucker didn’t move it from my balcony, my usual spot for smoking.

How does he know me this well?

"And this is the reason you guys are fighting with each other?" Dismay reflects on his every word.

"And this seems a trivial matter to you?" I knit my eyebrows, dejected.

John sighs, "Listen, Erwin this is not something for you guys to fight over. You can just sort it out if you just go to him and explain the matter."

"And why should I do that?" My subdued anger starts to flare inside my chest once again, "Why should I always be the one who makes an effort in our marriage? Why? Aren’t we both into it? So, why can’t he make a little more effort? He can’t believe in me a little more?!" I accidentally raise my voice a bit, which makes John flinch. So, I immediately cool myself and apologize, "I am sorry."

"It’s okay." John pates my shoulder, "But you are hurting , aren’t you? You are missing him, aren’t you?" He asks softly, worry and sympathy pouring out from his eyes.

"It doesn’t matter anymore." I shrug my shoulders, "If he can’t come to me and apologize for what he did, then I am not going to him either." I state determinedly.

"Okay, as you wish." He purses his lips and acknowledges my decision. "I won’t force you. It’s your married life. You have to be the one to maintain it. All I can do is give you some petty advice."

"Thank you." I give him a small smile.

I don’t know what great deed I committed in my past life to get a friend like him. John is truly a blessing for me. And I am very grateful to God for that.