The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 113: Chapter 113
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"So Clara how's work?" I decided to bring up a normal conversation because I didn't want my sister in law to think that I was a freak.
"It's hard but I'm adapting" Clara said, giving me a small smile.
Marcus kept the dishes on the table and sat beside me. He first served us food and then served for himself.
"By the way I was gonna ask you, Marcus told me earlier that your second name is Rebecca. I really love that name so can I call you Rebecca?" I asked hopefully.
Clara smiled and nodded her head. "To be honest I like Rebecca better than Clara"
"Okay Rebecca" We both laughed and I glanced at Marcus but his eyes were covered with a strange emotion. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, asking him what it was but he shook his head and kissed my head.
"Well you know who's the hottest among men?" Rebecca asked me teasingly.
"Who?"
"A man who cooks" She said pointing to Marcus and he held his chin up proudly.
I patted his arm and decided to bring down his pride. "Marcus if you keep cooking like this I'll make you my personal slave"
But Marcus turned it into his own joke and leaned into my ear. "A sex slave?"
I gaped at him in horror and Rebecca started choking on her food. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that"
After we ate dinner Rebecca left and I walked into the room to change. The emptiness of the room started taking a troll on me. What if the man comes here? Marcus was downstairs washing the dishes and I didn't want to worry him by telling him to accompany me every where I go.
I was too immersed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize two arms circling around my waist. I quickly jumped out of it's embrace in shock and fell to the floor.
"Serapha?" Marcus knelt to the floor beside me looking equally shocked.
I looked up and realised the arms had belonged to Marcus. I was too shaken up that my mind refused to distinguish anything sane.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing"
"It's not nothing. You haven't been the usual since you came home. Tell me what's wrong" Marcus helped me stand up and sat me on the bed.
"Nothing-"
"Serapha" Marcus said in a more warning tone.
"It's just that umm... I wasn't feeling well these days"
"How so?"
"Just a few headaches because of all the stress" I lied because that was the best possible lie I could come up with.
Marcus knelt to the floor and started removing my heels. "Marcus what are you doing?"
"You are trembling"
"What?" I asked more to myself.
"I know you are lying"
"I'm not-" Marcus gave me a glare, warning me not to lie again. I gulped loudly as his eyes showed pure rage. "You can see through me?" Marcus nodded his head and kept my heels neatly against the wall.
"Will you tell me?"
"Will you tell me about your past?"
Marcus looked taken back as he stared at me through his piercing green eyes, pestering holes in my skull with his menacing glance.
He then stood up and walked to the closet and threw me a towel. "Go and take a wash now"
"You are avoiding my question" I asked him, unable to contain my curiosity.
"It's sometimes better to avoid things"
I looked at him but he avoided my eyes. Sighing loudly I got up but suddenly stopped as I felt the real sickness I was having day and night.
Nauseousness.
Marcus sat on a stool in the kitchen counter and stared at me in frustration.
"Why are you so moody today?" I asked him while making a soup for me.
He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Marcus speak" I blew the soup and drank it sip by sip.
"You had been like this since you woke up. You are not gonna tell me what's wrong?"
"You really don't know what's wrong?" Marcus asked, irritation lacing his voice.
I innocently shook my head and Marcus let out a low groan in anger. I offered him soup but he just continued to glare at me.
Madeline was cleaning the pool saying she can't handle the tension inside. Marcus had been firing up the entire morning with his silent treatment and constant huffing and puffing.
I kept my hands on the kitchen counter and leaned to his face. "Tell me what's wrong"
"Why would I, when you don't even care"
I threw my hands up in the air. What the hell is wrong with him? I cupped his face with my palms and angled his head to me. But he gripped my wrists and pulled my hands away.
"Oh my god. I can't deal with this. Does men suddenly have periods?"
"I'm going to work" Marcus got up and walked outside with his keys. I ran after him but he got in the car and drove off.
Annoyed, I stomped inside and sat on the couch to cool down. Madeline looked at me in pity and then walked inside, muttering to herself.
I stood up to get dressed but my head started spinning and I felt bile rising up my throat. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and emptied everything I ate.
"It's hard but I'm adapting" Clara said, giving me a small smile.
Marcus kept the dishes on the table and sat beside me. He first served us food and then served for himself.
"By the way I was gonna ask you, Marcus told me earlier that your second name is Rebecca. I really love that name so can I call you Rebecca?" I asked hopefully.
Clara smiled and nodded her head. "To be honest I like Rebecca better than Clara"
"Okay Rebecca" We both laughed and I glanced at Marcus but his eyes were covered with a strange emotion. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, asking him what it was but he shook his head and kissed my head.
"Well you know who's the hottest among men?" Rebecca asked me teasingly.
"Who?"
"A man who cooks" She said pointing to Marcus and he held his chin up proudly.
I patted his arm and decided to bring down his pride. "Marcus if you keep cooking like this I'll make you my personal slave"
But Marcus turned it into his own joke and leaned into my ear. "A sex slave?"
I gaped at him in horror and Rebecca started choking on her food. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that"
After we ate dinner Rebecca left and I walked into the room to change. The emptiness of the room started taking a troll on me. What if the man comes here? Marcus was downstairs washing the dishes and I didn't want to worry him by telling him to accompany me every where I go.
I was too immersed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize two arms circling around my waist. I quickly jumped out of it's embrace in shock and fell to the floor.
"Serapha?" Marcus knelt to the floor beside me looking equally shocked.
I looked up and realised the arms had belonged to Marcus. I was too shaken up that my mind refused to distinguish anything sane.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing"
"It's not nothing. You haven't been the usual since you came home. Tell me what's wrong" Marcus helped me stand up and sat me on the bed.
"Nothing-"
"Serapha" Marcus said in a more warning tone.
"It's just that umm... I wasn't feeling well these days"
"How so?"
"Just a few headaches because of all the stress" I lied because that was the best possible lie I could come up with.
Marcus knelt to the floor and started removing my heels. "Marcus what are you doing?"
"You are trembling"
"What?" I asked more to myself.
"I know you are lying"
"I'm not-" Marcus gave me a glare, warning me not to lie again. I gulped loudly as his eyes showed pure rage. "You can see through me?" Marcus nodded his head and kept my heels neatly against the wall.
"Will you tell me?"
"Will you tell me about your past?"
Marcus looked taken back as he stared at me through his piercing green eyes, pestering holes in my skull with his menacing glance.
He then stood up and walked to the closet and threw me a towel. "Go and take a wash now"
"You are avoiding my question" I asked him, unable to contain my curiosity.
"It's sometimes better to avoid things"
I looked at him but he avoided my eyes. Sighing loudly I got up but suddenly stopped as I felt the real sickness I was having day and night.
Nauseousness.
Marcus sat on a stool in the kitchen counter and stared at me in frustration.
"Why are you so moody today?" I asked him while making a soup for me.
He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Marcus speak" I blew the soup and drank it sip by sip.
"You had been like this since you woke up. You are not gonna tell me what's wrong?"
"You really don't know what's wrong?" Marcus asked, irritation lacing his voice.
I innocently shook my head and Marcus let out a low groan in anger. I offered him soup but he just continued to glare at me.
Madeline was cleaning the pool saying she can't handle the tension inside. Marcus had been firing up the entire morning with his silent treatment and constant huffing and puffing.
I kept my hands on the kitchen counter and leaned to his face. "Tell me what's wrong"
"Why would I, when you don't even care"
I threw my hands up in the air. What the hell is wrong with him? I cupped his face with my palms and angled his head to me. But he gripped my wrists and pulled my hands away.
"Oh my god. I can't deal with this. Does men suddenly have periods?"
"I'm going to work" Marcus got up and walked outside with his keys. I ran after him but he got in the car and drove off.
Annoyed, I stomped inside and sat on the couch to cool down. Madeline looked at me in pity and then walked inside, muttering to herself.
I stood up to get dressed but my head started spinning and I felt bile rising up my throat. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and emptied everything I ate.
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