The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 57: Chapter 57
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I pulled my hair into a bun and sauntered towards the comfy bed by the window.
"You and the glass windows!" I laughed pointing to the windows overlooking the sea.
"You realised?" Marcus asked, surprised.
"Of course! There are always huge glass windows in every room you go" I said teasingly.
"I don't like closed places. You could even say that I have a slight case of claustrophobia"
"Why?"
Marcus didn't answer and glanced at the sea with a glint of pain in his eyes. I didn't want to pressure him if he didn't want to tell me. My heart ached in pain, realising that he didn't trust me enough to tell me his personal matters.
Marcus sat on the bed and leaned his head on the headboard looking exhausted.
"Let's take a nap before going to the press conference"
"No you take one. I'm going to watch TV" I pointed to the TV and turned to walk away from the bed.
"No. You come here" Marcus ordered mischievously.
"What? There's plenty of water for you to look at" I said in a mock tone pointing at the bright green sea.
Before I could say anything else he pulled me to the bed by my wrist. I landed on top of him with a loud gasp. Our faces were inches apart. I looked at him to see a smug look plastered on his face along with a victorious shine. His hand traveled to the back of my head and unclasped my hairtie, allowing my soft curls to fan around us.
Marcus's eyes glowed brighter as he tucked a loose strand behind my ear.
"Beautiful" he whispered softly and I blushed a deep shade of red.
He chuckled softly seeing me blush and stroked my chin evoking tingling feelings inside me. My hands were on either side of him, balancing my body so that I wouldn't fall on him.
"What are you doing?" I whispered sceptically.
"I'm preventing you from watching TV"
"You can't stop me" I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.
"Why not?"
Before I could stand up, he wrapped an arm around my back, tugging me to his chest. His arm tightened around me protectively, crushing me against him as I struggled to get up while laughing hilariously, but he wrapped both of his hands around my back and held me tightly, providing me no escape.
He took my chin by his fingers and tilted my face upwards. His eyes sparkled with desire as he stared into mine. The touch of his tender skin on mine caught me breathless as I stared at his mesmerising eyes.
He leaned forward slightly as if to kiss me but a loud knock on the door interrupted us.
"Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, you are needed at the lobby, immediately"
We rushed down to see the reporters here already as Clara made a scene at the lobby.
She had slapped an actress who had come here to publicize our event. They were both screaming at each other while the media took endless photos.
"You bitch how dare you do that?" Clara gave out an ear piercing scream.
"You think that you're a queen? Just look at yourself in the mirror." The actress screamed back and they started pulling each others hair.
Marcus groaned in annoyance.
"Can this possibly get any worse?"
We quickly jogged down the stairs and rushed to the scene avoiding the media who were bombarding us with questions.
"What the hell are you doing?" I quickly pushed back Clara before she could attack the actress again.
"This bitch needs to go" Clara yelled furiously.
" She came with us to help this event. So no, we can't do that and you can't be behaving like this" I yelled through gritted teeth.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"I'M HOSTING THIS EVENT SO I CAN!"
Marcus suddenly hauled Clara back and wrapped his arm around her shoulders trying to calm her down.
"Clara calm down the media is here. Don't cause a scene"
I was baffled by what was happening before me and I was rendered speechless for a moment before I started laughing like a mad woman.
"Says the one who is making a scene" with that I scoffed and stomped away from the lobby angrily.
"Serapha" I heard Marcus's footsteps behind me but I kept walking to the deck without looking back.
"Serapha" Marcus called again but I ignored him.
He yanked me back harshly by my arm and turned me towards him.
"Serapha just listen to me"
"What is there to listen to?" I spat angrily.
"Why are you always getting angry?"
"Why am I getting angry? That's because you make me angry" I pointed an accusing finger at him and pushed him back. "Why did you even bother coming here? Go and help your whore calm down" I yelled furiously.
"I don't even get why you are so mad about it"
I couldn't believe that he had just said that. It seemed like he just considered me to be an annoying business deal and nothing else. My blood boiled in anger at the thought.
"I am your fucking wife and I can't just sit and watch while my husband cheats on me" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"You and the glass windows!" I laughed pointing to the windows overlooking the sea.
"You realised?" Marcus asked, surprised.
"Of course! There are always huge glass windows in every room you go" I said teasingly.
"I don't like closed places. You could even say that I have a slight case of claustrophobia"
"Why?"
Marcus didn't answer and glanced at the sea with a glint of pain in his eyes. I didn't want to pressure him if he didn't want to tell me. My heart ached in pain, realising that he didn't trust me enough to tell me his personal matters.
Marcus sat on the bed and leaned his head on the headboard looking exhausted.
"Let's take a nap before going to the press conference"
"No you take one. I'm going to watch TV" I pointed to the TV and turned to walk away from the bed.
"No. You come here" Marcus ordered mischievously.
"What? There's plenty of water for you to look at" I said in a mock tone pointing at the bright green sea.
Before I could say anything else he pulled me to the bed by my wrist. I landed on top of him with a loud gasp. Our faces were inches apart. I looked at him to see a smug look plastered on his face along with a victorious shine. His hand traveled to the back of my head and unclasped my hairtie, allowing my soft curls to fan around us.
Marcus's eyes glowed brighter as he tucked a loose strand behind my ear.
"Beautiful" he whispered softly and I blushed a deep shade of red.
He chuckled softly seeing me blush and stroked my chin evoking tingling feelings inside me. My hands were on either side of him, balancing my body so that I wouldn't fall on him.
"What are you doing?" I whispered sceptically.
"I'm preventing you from watching TV"
"You can't stop me" I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.
"Why not?"
Before I could stand up, he wrapped an arm around my back, tugging me to his chest. His arm tightened around me protectively, crushing me against him as I struggled to get up while laughing hilariously, but he wrapped both of his hands around my back and held me tightly, providing me no escape.
He took my chin by his fingers and tilted my face upwards. His eyes sparkled with desire as he stared into mine. The touch of his tender skin on mine caught me breathless as I stared at his mesmerising eyes.
He leaned forward slightly as if to kiss me but a loud knock on the door interrupted us.
"Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, you are needed at the lobby, immediately"
We rushed down to see the reporters here already as Clara made a scene at the lobby.
She had slapped an actress who had come here to publicize our event. They were both screaming at each other while the media took endless photos.
"You bitch how dare you do that?" Clara gave out an ear piercing scream.
"You think that you're a queen? Just look at yourself in the mirror." The actress screamed back and they started pulling each others hair.
Marcus groaned in annoyance.
"Can this possibly get any worse?"
We quickly jogged down the stairs and rushed to the scene avoiding the media who were bombarding us with questions.
"What the hell are you doing?" I quickly pushed back Clara before she could attack the actress again.
"This bitch needs to go" Clara yelled furiously.
" She came with us to help this event. So no, we can't do that and you can't be behaving like this" I yelled through gritted teeth.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"I'M HOSTING THIS EVENT SO I CAN!"
Marcus suddenly hauled Clara back and wrapped his arm around her shoulders trying to calm her down.
"Clara calm down the media is here. Don't cause a scene"
I was baffled by what was happening before me and I was rendered speechless for a moment before I started laughing like a mad woman.
"Says the one who is making a scene" with that I scoffed and stomped away from the lobby angrily.
"Serapha" I heard Marcus's footsteps behind me but I kept walking to the deck without looking back.
"Serapha" Marcus called again but I ignored him.
He yanked me back harshly by my arm and turned me towards him.
"Serapha just listen to me"
"What is there to listen to?" I spat angrily.
"Why are you always getting angry?"
"Why am I getting angry? That's because you make me angry" I pointed an accusing finger at him and pushed him back. "Why did you even bother coming here? Go and help your whore calm down" I yelled furiously.
"I don't even get why you are so mad about it"
I couldn't believe that he had just said that. It seemed like he just considered me to be an annoying business deal and nothing else. My blood boiled in anger at the thought.
"I am your fucking wife and I can't just sit and watch while my husband cheats on me" I hissed through gritted teeth.
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