Chapter 22: Chapter 22
Jace was still astonished to see his wife here. How did she get to come to Juliana's party? Did Juliana invite her? But Juliana couldn't have invited her.
Jace was confused, he doesn't think Juliana knows who his wife is nor his wife knows who Juliana is. One thing he found out about his wife when he did his research on her before marriage was that she wasn't exposed to social life and thus knew less or no celebrity.
She walked in with a brightly tan skin girl that looked about her age. Maybe the girl is her friend and she was the one invited by Juliana and she came with his wife.
He was lost staring at his stunning wife when Annabelle called his name and his eyes were able to finally blink since he set his eyes on his wife who walked into the event hall from the wide entrance.
Annabelle's face was clearly clouded with jealousy with the way Jace got lost in staring at his so-called wife.
She had followed his gaze and found out he's staring at a particular girl. Looking intently at the girl, she looks like his so-called wife but what's she doing here? She's a girl with a low social status and Juliana can't invite her or did Jace bring her here?
No, she doesn't think so. She's sure Jace doesn't love his so-called wife to the extent of bringing her here with him. She's a low class girl and Jace only married her because of his grandfather. Jace's ego wouldn't let him come with her to this prominent birthday party where most top socialites will grace and besides no one knows that he's married to the girl as he kept their marriage a secret, that means he doesn't love the girl and they can't appear publicly.
But thinking in retrospect, Annabelle had wondered why Jace got heavily mad at her because she indirectly insulted his so-called wife.
If Jace doesn't love that girl and married her because of his grandfather, Annabelle believed that he wouldn't get mad at her for trying to keep the girl at her level by ordering her around.
Though she has done so many things in the past that could make Jace stop having her as his friend, he didn't and he never got angry at her. But he had been angry with her since their meeting in London because of this low born girl.
Could it mean that Jace feels something for that poor thing with no class?
No, she can't believe it. But if she can't believe it, what then will explain Jace's sullen attitude towards her.
Jace hardly gets mad at her but he did when she messed with that girl and he didn't even come after her when she left the hotel in anger.
And right now, he couldn't take his eyes off that girl…. his eyes burned in love as he stared at that girl. He couldn't hide it, it was so visible in his eyes.
Yes, he married the girl because of his grandfather but looking at the way things are, Annabelle believes he has subconsciously fallen for the girl.
This is ludicrous, Jace is someone that doesn't love…. His heart is so cold towards love. How can this poor riffraff make him fall in love?
Annabelle was enviously Looking at that girl, she knew the girl is beautiful whether she wants to believe it or not and that fact hurts her heart the most.
This jealousy has been burning inside of her since the moment Jace told her that the girl was his wife. She wants to be the one to marry Jace and not someone else but she was slightly consoled with the fact that Jace doesn't love the girl.
Yet, she was angry that he married someone else and that was why she asked the girl to bring the whiskey in Jace's suite because she wants the girl to know her place. She wants her to know that even though she's married to Jace, he will never be hers. But right now the situation is different, it seems that she's going to lose Jace.
No, she won't lose Jace to that little thing. That girl can't win over her… she's definitely going to separate them and she will make sure that Jace's feelings don't go deeper than they are now.
“Jace, what are you looking at?" Annabelle asked pretentiously after she moved her deadly gaze from Constance. Jace didn't say a word, he only spared her a second glance before staring back at his wife.
Annabelle clenches her fist in anger. Jace has never ignored her nor stayed angry at her. This is all happening because of that little brat.
She stood up and walked away, having her plans in her mind.
Jace didn't even know when she walked away, his eyes were still fixed on his wife and the feelings of jealousy was building inside of him seeing the way his wife was interacting with those men that wouldn't stop flinging around her.
He was able to realize that Annabelle had left from where she was seated with him when he saw her talking to one of the waitresses who serves drinks.
He can't even explain why he's still angry with Annabelle, what the hell is wrong with him?
And now the jealousy in him has boiled to a hundred degrees the moment a brown skin guy approached his wife and asked for a dance and she accepted.
He tried so hard not to pay them attention but he couldn't. His cold eyes blazed at them, the aura around him is so cold and frightening.
He clenches his fist trying to control both the anger and jealousy that were already built up inside of him. No one could stand the dark aura around him, it was so visible. His dark eyes which always hide his feelings weren't able to do so at this moment… Anyone could see vividly the jealousy and anger flaming in his eyes.
Something in him urges him to walk up to that man and hit him in the face and then scream at him… 'this is my fucking wife!'
He shut his eyes at those thoughts. 'what the fuck is wrong with you Jace!' he screamed in his head. 'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right?'
When he flapped his eyes open, he saw his wife walking away in an unsteady steps. She's tottering as someone who's drunk. But he only saw her take a few sips from the red wine given to her and he believes that wine is not alcoholic, his little wife doesn't look like someone that would take an alcoholic drink.
He wasn't so satisfied with the way his wife walked through the brown door he assumed to be the route to the restroom. She doesn't look well, he was pushed to go after her but he ignored that thought and sat still in his seat. He said he will never care about her, so he won't go after her… she will be fine by herself.
Saying such a thing was useless because after a few seconds, he found himself standing from his seat and went after his wife. No matter how he tries to ignore that little charming wife of his, he just couldn't. He always finds himself caring and worrying about her even though he doesn't want to.
'urgh!!!' he groaned silently but still didn't stop from walking after her.
Walking through the same brown door as his wife, he met a quiet pathway and there's no sight of his wife. Where could she be?
He was still pondering on that question when his eyes caught a pair of silver heels lying carelessly on the floor.
He picked the heel and his eyes carefully assessed it. Who has this heel and why's it lying so carelessly here on the floor.
Could it be…
His eyes wide in shock or what seems like fear. Could this belong to his wife?
He couldn't explain the stung of fear that hit him the moment those impressions flashed through his mind.
Seeing the way this heel lay on the floor, maybe the owner was forced to release it.
His wife… has his wife been kidnapped? Without further thinking, he quickly scuttled forward through the pathway. Checking the doors on the pathways they were all locked but he believes his wife must be around this place.
Though he doesn't want to admit, his nose and mind had recorded the way his wife smells. He doesn't know the type of perfume she uses but she has the sweet smell of lavender and honey, that scent of hers is too sweet and addictive.
At some point, he came to the end of the pathway but there was another long pathway by the left, so he quickly took the path.
Finally, he was able to see a man struggling with a lady in his hands as he tried to open the door which stood in front of them.
The… the lady in that man's arms looks like his wife. His presumption turned out true when her head fell to her left due to how she's been carried by the man.
That's his wife. What's that man trying to do with her? Is he trying to take advantage of her?
His aura blazed with hellfire as his clenched fist has tightened and his knuckles turned white, all the veins in his hands popped out with angry faces. He felt as if all the blood in him had dried as he imagined another man on top of his wife…
This is not the right time to think about why he's angry at imagining another man on top of the supposed girl he shouldn't care about how she lives her life.
The only thing he feels now is to hit that man until there's no life left with him.
He was enraged! How dare that man try to mess with his wife!
His facade has turned so dark as he hasten his steps towards them, he looks like a devil walking through the darkness to devour his enemies.
The man was still struggling to open the door not knowing when a heavy blow landed on his head. He felt dazed at the moment as his eyes turned in great dizziness and his mind reset for a moment.
He was about falling with the girl in his arms but she was taken from him and only him fell to the floor.
Before he could gather his blurry views and his throbbing head, a large fist smashed on his face and forced him back into wavy darkness. He heard the sound of crack bones…. the sound of his nose being broken and felt the dripping of blood not just from his nose but from his mouth and eyes. How can a single hit damage his face? Who the heck hit him?!
He tried clearing his haphazard view but that attempt was futile because another hit landed his face as he heard another crack of bones. A large hand raised him up by clutching onto his collar shirt and within the blink of an eye, several punches landed on his face and repetition of broken bones echoed through the vicinity. At this moment, he couldn't bear it and was forced into darkness after his body was thrown with force and hit the nearby wall. The last thought in his mind before the darkness engulfed him was regretting messing with the girl. Who the heck is she?!