He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 58: Chapter 58
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"Amber's pregnant, don't you know this stuff is harmful to pregnant women?"
"Of course I know! I wasn't doing it in front of her. She's the one who barged in without knocking!"
I looked up and saw water droplets from Blake's hair, rolling down his face to his collarbone.
Not gonna lie, his amazing body was definitely part of what made me fall head-over-heels for him at first sight.
But right now, after one quick look, I forced my eyes back up to meet his:
"I'll say it again. This is MY house, and there's nothing wrong with me doing what I want!"
Blake rubbed his nose bridge with a frustrated sigh, then sat down on the bed edge and grabbed my ankle, pulling me toward him.
"Victoria, just be reasonable. Amber's carrying my brother's only child—I can't let anything happen to her."
Blake has said this exact same thing to me a million times.
But I still didn't agree:
"The Prescott estate isn't good enough for her pregnancy? Since when do brothers take care of their pregnant sisters-in-law? I've never heard of such a thing!"
Every time Amber pulled this crap, I'd ask the same question, and Blake always gave me the exact same answer:
"My parents are getting older—they can't handle everything for her. My brother practically raised me, and now that he's gone, isn't it my responsibility to take care of his wife and child?"
Because he felt like he owed his dead brother, Blake would do absolutely anything Amber asked, no matter how ridiculous.
But he had no right to ask that of me.
"Then just get divorced! That way you can share a bed with Amber and take care of her 24/7."
Blake acted like I was just joking around.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then said in his husky voice:
"Don't be silly. Next time you want your nails done, just go to the salon. I'll send you some money, think of it as a little treat for putting up with this, okay?"
Here we go again.
Sure, I appreciate money as much as anyone, but this whole "throw cash at the problem" approach of his? Absolutely I can't deal with it.
Blake left the door open when he went out, so I could hear every single word of him chatting cheerfully with Amber.
It was driving me crazy, so I got up and slammed the door shut.
A few minutes later, someone knocked.
I knew it was Amber, so I just ignored it.
But Amber apparently doesn't understand the concept of "no," because she started talking through the door:
"Victoria, I feel so terrible about this. You and Blake are still in honeymoon—the last thing I wanna do is get in the way of you two lovebirds..."
Ugh, seriously? This bitch is starting again.
She's the one who keeps making unreasonable demands and crossing lines right in front of me.
But somehow Amber always manages to spin it so she comes out looking like the victim.
Sure enough, she started crying while she was talking.
Then I heard Blake immediately start comforting her:
"Amber, the doctor said you can't get too emotional. I'll handle Victoria—don't worry about her anymore."
Usually I'd back down, grin and bear it.
Because I was scared of making Blake angry.
But now, I just tossed my phone aside, yanked open the door, and said with "calm and relaxed" :
"Alright, let's hash this out once for all."
Seeing Amber almost leaning in Blake's arms, I let out a cold laugh:
"Gosh, if I didn't know better, I'd think I committed some horrible crime to make you so upset that you need your brother-in-law's body heat to calm down."
Amber's face went bright red, and she quickly stepped away.
"Victoria! What the hell are you saying?!"
Blake's face when he gets pissed—I used to find it scary and thrilling at the same time.
Now? It just makes me sick.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"What brother-in-law gives his sister-in-law massages?"
"What sister-in-law needs her brother-in-law to tuck her in every night?"
"What husband ignores his newlywed wife to focus all his attention on his sister-in-law?"
"If we were living in the medieval times, you two would've gotten drown if you didn't a couple! "
"Victoria!"
Blake's eyes were blazing with fury, but I stared right back without flinching.
"It's all my fault!"
Suddenly, Amber's tearful voice cut through the tension:
"Victoria is right, I'm so shameless... missing my husband through his brother's face. I'll leave right now!"
"Of course I know! I wasn't doing it in front of her. She's the one who barged in without knocking!"
I looked up and saw water droplets from Blake's hair, rolling down his face to his collarbone.
Not gonna lie, his amazing body was definitely part of what made me fall head-over-heels for him at first sight.
But right now, after one quick look, I forced my eyes back up to meet his:
"I'll say it again. This is MY house, and there's nothing wrong with me doing what I want!"
Blake rubbed his nose bridge with a frustrated sigh, then sat down on the bed edge and grabbed my ankle, pulling me toward him.
"Victoria, just be reasonable. Amber's carrying my brother's only child—I can't let anything happen to her."
Blake has said this exact same thing to me a million times.
But I still didn't agree:
"The Prescott estate isn't good enough for her pregnancy? Since when do brothers take care of their pregnant sisters-in-law? I've never heard of such a thing!"
Every time Amber pulled this crap, I'd ask the same question, and Blake always gave me the exact same answer:
"My parents are getting older—they can't handle everything for her. My brother practically raised me, and now that he's gone, isn't it my responsibility to take care of his wife and child?"
Because he felt like he owed his dead brother, Blake would do absolutely anything Amber asked, no matter how ridiculous.
But he had no right to ask that of me.
"Then just get divorced! That way you can share a bed with Amber and take care of her 24/7."
Blake acted like I was just joking around.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then said in his husky voice:
"Don't be silly. Next time you want your nails done, just go to the salon. I'll send you some money, think of it as a little treat for putting up with this, okay?"
Here we go again.
Sure, I appreciate money as much as anyone, but this whole "throw cash at the problem" approach of his? Absolutely I can't deal with it.
Blake left the door open when he went out, so I could hear every single word of him chatting cheerfully with Amber.
It was driving me crazy, so I got up and slammed the door shut.
A few minutes later, someone knocked.
I knew it was Amber, so I just ignored it.
But Amber apparently doesn't understand the concept of "no," because she started talking through the door:
"Victoria, I feel so terrible about this. You and Blake are still in honeymoon—the last thing I wanna do is get in the way of you two lovebirds..."
Ugh, seriously? This bitch is starting again.
She's the one who keeps making unreasonable demands and crossing lines right in front of me.
But somehow Amber always manages to spin it so she comes out looking like the victim.
Sure enough, she started crying while she was talking.
Then I heard Blake immediately start comforting her:
"Amber, the doctor said you can't get too emotional. I'll handle Victoria—don't worry about her anymore."
Usually I'd back down, grin and bear it.
Because I was scared of making Blake angry.
But now, I just tossed my phone aside, yanked open the door, and said with "calm and relaxed" :
"Alright, let's hash this out once for all."
Seeing Amber almost leaning in Blake's arms, I let out a cold laugh:
"Gosh, if I didn't know better, I'd think I committed some horrible crime to make you so upset that you need your brother-in-law's body heat to calm down."
Amber's face went bright red, and she quickly stepped away.
"Victoria! What the hell are you saying?!"
Blake's face when he gets pissed—I used to find it scary and thrilling at the same time.
Now? It just makes me sick.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"What brother-in-law gives his sister-in-law massages?"
"What sister-in-law needs her brother-in-law to tuck her in every night?"
"What husband ignores his newlywed wife to focus all his attention on his sister-in-law?"
"If we were living in the medieval times, you two would've gotten drown if you didn't a couple! "
"Victoria!"
Blake's eyes were blazing with fury, but I stared right back without flinching.
"It's all my fault!"
Suddenly, Amber's tearful voice cut through the tension:
"Victoria is right, I'm so shameless... missing my husband through his brother's face. I'll leave right now!"
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