The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 72: Divorce Her (2)

Chapter 72: Divorce Her (2)

"I want you to divorce that woman." Richard repeated his statement in case his son didn’t hear him clearly the first time, and before Cassian could give his response, Richard went further to explain. "To be frank, I’m not saying this out of selfishness since you’ve portrayed me to be someone who lacks character, but for the safety of everyone living under my roof, this is the best decision I can come up with."

Richard adjusted his collar before pushing his chair back a little. He concentrated his gaze on his son who silently pondered on the things his father had said. If Richard wanted to be really honest, he was never in agreement to Cassian marrying someone who wasn’t from the upper East quarters.

He had made plans on getting him married to Orson’s sister since Cassian was on very good terms with Orson. He assumed it wouldn’t be difficult to set up a marriage alliance between them, but as usual, the unfilial son of his had stepped out and gotten married to an invisible Baroness without anyone acknowledging the idea.

With Madeline being a Baroness, Richard couldn’t get over the alarming feeling he felt whenever he saw her. There was something very ominous about her, and after doing his deep research on the lady’s background, he finally understood why he felt she was unsafe to be around.

After hearing what his father had to say regarding his wife, Cassian let out a scoff before laughing out. His laughter turned louder as though he was amused and then his laughter died down, and his expression hardened as he leaned against the table between them.

"Thank you for your honesty father, but I also want to be frank regarding this discussion, and by that I mean I don’t care about what you think about my wife." His tone held a hint of mockery as he made it clear to his father that he was unaffected by his likes and dislikes. "Maddie’s my lawfully wedded wife now, if you can’t accept her, then go die. I really don’t care, but don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do, I’m not Abbot who would foolishly listen and follow you to the letter."

"Cassian, know your place when talking to me. Remember who I am and this attitude of yours won’t be tolerated if you keep this up." Richard fired back when the young man was starting to cross his limits with his offensive tone.

Knowing exactly that was Cassian’s intention this morning, Richard kept his cool and said.

"Orson’s sister." He began calmly. "She’s a good girl from the high esteemed home of the Marquees. She’s smart, beautiful, and knows all the rightful etiquettes that a lady of her status needs to be aware of, she’s a compatible choice."

"Wow." Cassian looked impressed as he stroked his chin, thinking it over. "Based on Jeremy’s dumb status, he’ll need a woman like that to keep him company and bring out the good in him, don’t you think so father?"

"I’m talking about you." Richard stated clearly. "She’s the right woman for you, not that upper west girl."

"For a man who can’t decide between sticking to one wife or having double the trouble, I shouldn’t really trust his words." His mouth lifted into a cynical smile. "Why would she marry a man like me? I’m nothing more than an ordinary man who lives under your roof father. I have no status, nothing. She won’t be able to handle my madness the way Maddie does."

He rose from his seat. "As much as I enjoy spending time with you father, I’ll have to call it a day." He bowed while rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Also, keep away from things that concern my wife, you have no relation with her, let’s be in agreement for once and act like this conversation never happened."

With that being said, Cassian walked out on his father with his hands habitually resting in his pocket. Reaching for the door, he turned the handle and opened it before stepping out, not bothering to close it back.

"Unfortunately I can’t find the door anymore, you’ll have to close it yourself."

And he walked off in the right direction.

Just thinking about what his father said on divorcing Madeline got him annoyed and of course, his father must have been out of his senses to think he’d get rid of the woman who saved his life, not once but twice.

"When will you learn to stop disrespecting your father?" He heard Juliana’s voice as the woman came to stand before him. Amused by her audacity to question him, he tilted his head to the side and said.

"I’ll respect him the minute you accept your calling. How was last night’s meeting? I saw a figure in the clouds last night, and the broomstick looked exactly like the type I gifted you on your birthday. You didn’t tell me you valued my gift till this day."

"You..!!.." Juliana’s jaw clenched in fury after being reminded of what the young lad gifted her during her birthday seventeen years ago.

He was only eight. He was such a beautiful boy that wherever he went, he received compliments from a lot of people. During her birthday day, he brought her a gift that was nice wrapped and a bit too big for his size. Juliana did her best to chase him away, but he looked adamant on giving her the present and refused to stop bugging her.

"For you." He stretched it forward for her to take them. His adorable Amber-brown eyes reflected like someone who would burst into tears if she didn’t take his gift. Juliana had her doubts since she’s never treated him right, but out of curiosity, she received his gift that brought a smile to his face.

The moment she finished unwrapping the gift, it turned out to be a witch’s broomstick with the word *witch* engraved on the wooden stick. She could hear her friends laugh at her since she unwrapped it before their gazes, and a sense of embarrassment washed over her, followed by anger as she snapped at the little boy who was giggling maliciously.

"You little...!!.." he had run off before she could get her hands on him. Unbeknownst to her, the brooms attached to the stick were filled with red-colored ants that matched into her clothes. Just thinking about the trauma he forced her to experience when he was a child caused Juliana to shudder, and she brought herself back to the present.

Cassian smiled as he also remembered one of his greatest achievements as a child. "We made so many memories dear Mother....of a thousand witches." He stepped closer to Juliana who instinctively took a step back when he was beginning to frighten her.

"Stay away from me, else we’ll end up creating more memories." He warned with a promising smile.

When he tried to pass, Juliana wanted to take advantage of the fact he was blind by setting her foot forward, but to her surprise, he jumped past it before chuckling softly.

"Do better next time, old woman." He hissed out before turning and taking another route that led to the balcony of the mansion.

Enjoying how he was starting to get on everyone’s nerves in the mansion, something sweet suddenly attacked his nostril as he made his way through the empty corridor, and he automatically stopped in his tracks.

At first he couldn’t clarify what scent would smell so sweet. It was super tempting that he found himself breathing in to inhale more of the sweet unknown scent. Curious to know what had sent his mind into a short circuit, Cassian immediately followed where the alluring scent was coming from.

He felt like he was being tranced by it and even when he saw nothing but darkness, the scent directed him to where it was coming from until the sweet scent got mixed with a familiar floral scent.

Madeline stood at the window, observing her neck that had reddened from Jeremy’s tight grip. "Ishhh! He made me bleed a little." Madeline quietly complained as she noticed the little blood that escaped from her neck, probably from his nails.

"I should have..!.. Ahh!!..ngg.. Cassian?!!" Her eyes widened in alarm when the young lad suddenly cornered her from nowhere, and his hand went up her neck without warning, forcing a gasp out of Madeline as she stiffened against his touch.

"C...Cas??" She could feel his slender fingers curling gently against her reddened neck. They were standing in an open corridor where people could easily see them, but Cassian didn’t mind it since his entire focus was on that sweet smell that came from her.

Madeline could read from his facial expression that there was something off about him. He looked inquisitive, yet he swallowed hard like someone who was in serious craving.

"Thirsty." He muttered.

"What are you.....??"

And his hot mouth found her neck where the blood was slowly escaping from.