Chapter 47: Chapter 47

If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

<Azaria>

"Damn it! You guys just came out of the room now," Xyriel teased Nick and me.

"How was the honeymoon?" Keith joked.

"Honeymoon take two, Lanvin?" Charles asked with a grin.

We were outside, and we joined them for a gala. We had been locked up in Lanvin's room for three days, and his cousins kept bothering us.

"Fuck you all," Lanvin cursed at his cousins with a serious expression.

"Why did you have a fever? Are you okay now?" Ysabelle asked, checking up on me.

I nodded in response. I tightened my grip on Lanvin's black coat draped over my shoulders. He noticed that I was feeling cold, so he let me wear it.

"I'm glad you're okay now. They made me their photographer. I don't have many pictures from the places we visited," Ysabelle complained to me, pouting.

"Take a picture of me later by the lake, okay?" I cheerfully told Ysabelle.

"We got bored with them. Let's go shopping later, I'll treat you, hehe," Ysabelle whispered to me.

Nick wrapped his arm around my waist, but I removed his hand and stepped back slightly. I saw protest in his eyes.

Let him deal with his own problems!

We had a sudden argument earlier as we were leaving the condo. I got annoyed for no reason, and he got irritated too. We haven't spoken for hours now. He tried to talk to me, but I was being stubborn.

We were walking around the city looking for a restaurant. We had just finished visiting the Mayon View. The guys were hungry again, so we were walking endlessly.

Nick held my hand, but he looked at me angrily when I was about to remove his hand.

"Don't make me mad," he warned me with a tense aura.

Charles approached us with a mischievous smile on his lips. He was looking at me differently too.

"When we get home, do we have a new nephew or niece, Lanvin?" he teasingly asked.

Xyrile joined us while we were walking. Ysabelle and Keith were arm in arm, walking together.

"Made in Finland, huh," Xyrile said, meaningfully.

I understood what they were talking about, and I felt embarrassed. I tightened my grip on Lanvin's arm to let him know that I felt shy.

"What the hell are you saying! My wife had a fever because of trauma!" He lied.

"You said it!" Charles retorted.

"Tell your story; you're probably right," Xyrile replied, and they both laughed.

Xyrile and Charles were making jokes about it.

"Why didn't you just wait to get back to the parish? Then it would have been 'made in the City of Love'," Charles continued teasing.

"Their child's name will be Finne. Because it was 'made in Finland'," Xyrile joked, and they laughed again.

I hid my face in Lanvin's arms because I felt embarrassed with their jokes.

"We're married," Lanvin simply stated.

"That's why you should give us a nephew or niece! It's taking you so long to conceive, bro!" Xyrile said.

"Let's eat here. I'm tired from walking," Lanvin said with a furrowed brow as he pulled me closer to him. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

I was feeling slightly better now, but I was acting coy.

We stopped at an open-air restaurant surrounded by flowers.

Charles called their two cousins who were walking ahead of us. They seemed to have their own world.

"I think he's in a bad mood because he's lacking sex," I heard Xyrile whisper to Keith.

We stayed in Finland for one more day, and then we flew to Paris, but we only stayed for a day there. We went there just to see the Eiffel Tower and take pictures.

We often had arguments with Lanvin because he was getting annoyed with my behavior.

My mood keeps changing, and I don't understand why. It fluctuates rapidly, and I think my period is about to come, making me more emotional.

Lanvin is extremely annoyed with me because I keep refusing to be intimate with him, and we're not understanding each other. We haven't had a major fight, but our communication has been off. He's starting to give me the silent treatment.

We've been home for a few days now.

"Manang, where's my husband?" I asked the housekeeper I saw while crying.

I woke up in the evening, and he wasn't by my side.

It's already eight o'clock, and he hasn't returned yet. Is he with another woman?

"Oh, ma'am, I don't think sir has arrived yet. I didn't see him; I just got back from the grocery," she said.

I cried even more at her words.

"Manang, please find Lanvin," I sobbed to her.

"Why are you crying, ma'am? Don't cry," she tried to comfort me.

"He's with another woman. He's at the condo with a tall blonde girl," I tearfully confided in her.

She attended to me and tried to calm me down.

"How did you find out that sir is with another woman? Oh, dear, your husband can't do that. Even if he's moody, he would never hurt you."

"I dreamt that he was with another woman at the condo!" I wailed, wiping my tears.

Manang was surprised by my response.

"Oh, there he is," she said, pointing to the door.

I looked over to see Lanvin.

"What happened here?" Lanvin asked with a furrowed brow.

He was about to remove his coat but stopped when he saw me crying. He quickly approached me and comforted me.

"Sir, she said you were with another woman," Manang reported.

"I was at the company," Lanvin said with a frown.

He embraced me tightly and held me close. He looked tired, and his hair was slightly messy, but he still smelled good. My husband looked extremely worried about me.

"Why are you crying again, wife?" He asked gently while wiping my tears. I saw concern in his eyes.

"Why did you come home late? I woke up without you by my side," I cried and hugged him.

"I had meetings. I'm here now, baby. Don't cry," he cooed, kissing my forehead.

I hugged him tightly.

"You're always crying," he commented in his soft and gentle voice.

"Did you have a meeting with your girl at the condo, huh?" I accused him.

"Baby, that was just a dream," he said, turning me to face him.

He quickly kissed me on the lips.

"I miss my wife," he said, trying to be affectionate.

My tears stopped on their own.

I feel better now that I see him.

"Is it true you didn't cheat? Even if your car got scratched?" I asked him.

"Wife," he said.

"See, you love your car more!"

I pushed him slightly, but he tightened his embrace on me.

He recently bought an orange car that he loves.

"Don't be jealous. I married you, so you have no reason to be jealous," he quickly kissed me on the lips.

I hugged him again tightly.

"Even if all my cars get scratched, as long as I don't see you crying," he said seriously, concern evident on his face.

"Don't leave. Why are you always not here when I wake up?" I asked him with frustration. This was one of the things we fought about in Finland and Paris. I wanted him by my side when I woke up.

He chuckled.

"My baby is so damn cute," he lightly pinched my cheek.

"Baby, I have to work for our future," he replied.

"Tomorrow when you wake up, I'll be the one you see," he assured me.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, don't always cry. You're making me damn worried," he said gently while caressing my hair.

"Okay, let's make up," I said, forcing a smile.

"Wife," he said as I bit his neck.

"Hubby, I want egg with onion. Can you cook it for me?" I pleaded with him. My mouth watered at the thought of that dish.

"Sure, wife," he said, kissing my forehead.

I smiled broadly at him.

"Thank you, my handsome hubby!" I said happily, hugging him tightly.

"Let's go to the kitchen!" I pulled him before he could react. He chuckled at my eagerness.

He removed his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his polo long-sleeve shirt to his elbows.

I drooled at his appearance. My husband looked so handsome! He was so delicious I wanted to bite him.

I approached him and bit his arm.

"Wife!" He reacted, surprised by my action.

There was a hint of anger in his face because I almost got hit by the knife he was holding due to my action. He was surprised when I bit him.

I felt sad seeing him angry. I was just trying to be affectionate.

He let go of the knife he was holding.

"So-sorry," I apologized tearfully.

"Don't do it again! What if I accidentally hurt you, huh!" He scolded me with anger in his voice.

Tears were welling up, but I bit my lower lip to hold them back.

"I didn't mean to," I explained.

"So-sorry, I won't do it again."

"You can bite me later. Sit there and wait," he said calmly, but there was a hint of danger in his voice.

I was afraid of him.

"Go and sit there," he said sternly but coldly.

I took a step back, and due to my nervousness, I accidentally bumped into a bowl, and it fell. Because of the mix of fear and anxiety, I picked up the broken pieces.

"Wife!" He shouted, causing a loud thud.

"Ouch!" I winced as I accidentally cut my hand while trembling, dropping the broken pieces I was holding.

His anger escalated.

"Let me see it," he said in a scary tone as I hid my hand behind my back.

"Tangina!" He frustratedly cursed, burying his face in his hands, which has been disheveled for a while.

"Let me see it," he said firmly, demanding to see my hand. His gaze felt like he was telling me that I'm in trouble if I didn't obey him.

"It's nothing," I said in a trembling voice.

"I said let me see it!" I jumped in fear at his loud shout. His stare was sharp, and he was annoyed.

"I didn't mean to," I tried to explain.

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

"We're going to the hospital!"

"Don't overreact. It's just a small cut," I said in a soft voice. I was scared of him.

"What?! A small cut! We're going to the hospital! Your finger is bleeding!"

"I don't need to. I'll just treat it here."

He didn't pay attention to what I said.

"Manang, get my car keys!"

"What the hell! I said I'll just treat it here!" I said in anger and forcefully pulled back my hand.

"If you're mad about my action, I'm sorry!" I said with a heavy heart and ran into the bedroom.

"Azaria Mclaren!" he shouted in anger. His voice grew louder, and there was a tinge of rage.

I didn't look back.

I heard him curse again before I got far away. When I entered the room, I locked the door. I leaned against the door and cried.

Why is he overreacting?

It's just a small cut, why does he want to take me to the hospital? We can treat it here at home.

I looked at the cut on my finger, and it wasn't that big. I sucked on the blood as tears streamed down my face. I hoped no rice would come out from it, huhu.

"Azaria!" he called, and he tried to open the door.

"Open this damn door!" He shouted angrily.

"We'll go to the hospital. Damn, your finger is bleeding!" he said in frustration. Lanvin keeps on knocking on the door.

"If you don't open this, I'll get even more angry!" he threatened. I knew he was clenching his fists tightly and his anger was boiling.

"It's not bleeding anymore! And why are you getting angry, huh! This is just a fucking small cut! I won't die from a small wound!" I retorted in anger.

I heard him groan in annoyance.

"Azaria, please. Don't be stubborn. Open this damn door, or I'll break it," he said and tried to open it again.

I just continued crying.

"It's just a small cut, but your actions are killing me. Why wouldn't I get mad if my wife cut her finger, huh! Damn! Your finger is damn bleeding!"

He was overreacting so much.

"Manang, get the door key in my red car!" He ordered.

I continued crying because any moment he would be able to enter.

"I won't die from this cut!"

"My worry about you is going to kill me!"

"Tangina! Manang, make it faster!" He shouted in frustration.

After a few minutes, I heard the door open.

I stepped back from the door and let him in.

I saw his worried face.

"Let me see your finger," he said as soon as he saw me.

"Don't take me to the hospital. It's not painful," I pleaded with him.

He heaved a sigh.

"Let me see it, Azaria," he said in a deep yet gentle voice.

I slowly showed him my finger with the cut.

"Can you treat it instead of taking me to the hospital? Please? I'm so lazy to go, and I'm hungry. I've been waiting for you since the afternoon, and I haven't eaten anything yet," I whimpered.

He seemed to dislike what I said.

"What?" He furrowed his brows.

"Why aren't you eating? Are you killing yourself, huh, Azaria?"

"I don't want the food! You didn't even cook it!"

I know I'm showing him my childish side.

He rubbed his temples.

"God! You're the one who'll kill me," he whispered, but I heard him.

He was already stressed.

"Fuck! What are you doing? Why didn't you call me? And why didn't anyone tell me about it? I should fire all the maids and guards," he burst out. Others who shouldn't be involved got affected. Sorry.

"Don't get angry. You're scaring me!" I admitted to him.

If he didn't marry me, he wouldn't have these problems.

He approached me and cupped my face.

He took my injured hand and kissed it.

"Let's eat. We'll talk later. You've been so stubborn recently. I have to take you to the hospital, wife," he said sternly.

We were both being stubborn. Who will win between the two of us?

I cried again.

He's tired, and I'm making him more tired.

"I'm so sorry," I said. I think I'm giving him too much stress, and my tantrums are too much.

"I'm so immature."

He's tired. He needs to work, and many people need him, but I didn't understand. Meanwhile, he was always there for me. He has a lot of patience for my tantrums and stubbornness.

"I don't like it when you're stubborn."

"I'm being dramatic."

I can't control my emotions.

"Shh. Calm down," he said gently and softly, full of care and love.

"I don't know why I'm crying. My tears won't stop."

He pulled me close and hugged me. He was giving me a comforting embrace.

"I also always pick a fight for no reason. And I also always reject you. But you, you understand me."

"Hubby, my tears won't stop," I frustratedly complained to him.

He chuckled.

"Let me treat your wound. I'll tell Manang to continue cooking. We have to go to the hospital later."