Chapter 10: Are you in Trouble?

It was from Stuart. Only his voice was as cold as an iceberg. Edie didn't know why such a cold voice could relieve her heart at such an awkward moment. They just met a few days ago. She didn't even know him very well.

Donald looked up and saw a handsome face with cold, withering eyes. It seemed like his words were orders, Donald loosened Edie's wrist immediately. As soon as she got free, Edie took a step back toward Stuart. Seeing she was leaning in, Stuart asked sincerely with a touch of warmness in his eyes. "Are you in trouble?" Edie shook her head. She didn't want him to get him involved in the chaos. After all, it had nothing to do with him. "No, it was just a misunderstanding. Let's go."

Donald recognized it was Stuart Yates. After all, his father was the boss of Hawk Real Estate. Actually, his father had tried hard to do business with the Yates on many occasions but had never succeeded. He was wondering how Edie knew Stuart Yates? Even so, he couldn't let go of Edie without difficulty. She had wronged his beloved woman.

"I'm afraid it is not a misunderstanding. I saw you push Joanna just a few minutes ago. Is it a misunderstanding?" Donald questioned firmly and then turned to Stuart. "Mr. Yates, you may not be aware that this woman has been pestering Joanna and me for the past year. This is not the first time!" Edie was trembling with anger, and she could not believe that the man she had loved would one day treat her like this.

Stuart didn't say anything, and his eyes said it all. They were narrow, rigid, cold, and hard. Holding Edie's shoulder and cuddling her, he stared into her eyes. "She's my wife. She can do anything she wants." Edie's heart skipped a beat. What did he say? She looked into his eyes and couldn't help herself from blushing uncontrollably. He... he was saving her.

Donald frowned slightly. He felt a twinge of indescribable pain when he saw that Edie and Stuart were together as if something had belonged to him began to disappear gradually. He didn't know why he felt this way. Seeing that he was in a trance, Joanna reminded him, "Hey, Donald…"

Donald came back and shoved aside the chaos in his mind. "Mr. Yates, you've spoiled your wife."

"Well, if I don't spoil my wife, should I spoil yours?" Stuart replied with a touch of sarcasm. Although he was smiling, his words were like a sharp sword. "Still, you think you are qualified to teach me how to love my wife?" Stuart was so arrogant, but there was no way that Donald would contradict him. After all, he didn't dare to offend the L.N. Group. This would make it hard for his father's business in the city.

What Donald didn't know what he had already said to Stuart just now had already offended him. He should not have done that. Donald lowered his head and concealed his feelings. "Mr. Yates, I'm sorry, that was rude." Stuart didn't even bother to look at them and left with Edie.

After they had vanished in the corridor, Donald was still in a trance. Joanna was so furious that she clenched her teeth, but she didn't forget to wear a mask of the weak. "Donald, you let them go?" Donald didn't coax her this time. "Joanna, remember to avoid her when you see her next time. Don't let yourself get hurt." Joanna nodded, but her eyes became cold. Time was getting more and more urgent. She must get rid of Edie as soon as possible.

All the way home, Stuart didn't say a word. He drove the car with his eyes fixed ahead. The vibe around him was weird and dreadful, which indicated that he was not in a good mood. Edie wanted to explain to him, but she was scared. She parted her lips a few times and said nothing. She licked her lips with her tongue as if they were dry, she wanted so much to explain, but she could not find the words. She was too nervous.

She didn't know if she was doing something wrong. It was a deal between them, not a real marriage. Why did he get so angry? Even so, she still felt guilty, as if she must give him a sensible explanation. She hesitated almost the whole way until they arrived at the Villa.

Stuart parked the car and walked toward the house without waiting for her. She slowly walked in, and when she finally entered the living room, Stuart had already returned to his bedroom.

"Mrs. Yates," Mr. Sampson asked gingerly, "Mr. Yates seemed a little unhappy?" Actually, it's not a little. His eyes scared him when he came back. They were fine when they left. Why didn't they enter the house together? Mr. Yates's face was gloomy. He knew right away that something must have happened. Edie bit down on her lower lip and answered awkwardly, "maybe it was me. I think I may have offended him."

Mr. Sampson seemed like he was experienced. "Don't worry, Mrs. Yates. It seems that Mr. Yates is hard to approach, but actually, he won't mind if you were to apologize to him sincerely." Mrs. Yates must mean a lot to Mr. Yates. Otherwise, he would not have been so irritated. No other person could make him really angry, no matter how big the mistake was.

Apologize? Thinking about the eyes which were as cold as ice, Edie retreated. She went back to her room and took a bath. As she was lying in the bathtub, she wondered if he was hungry since he had not eaten anything at the restaurant. Should she bring him some food? After all, he had helped her so many times and bought so many clothes for her, and it would be a shame to leave him alone.

His room was next to hers, and she lightly walked over, raising her hand, getting ready to knock, but she retreated again. What was she doing? She was a little annoyed with herself. She wanted to turn back, but she couldn't persuade herself to give in. She paced back and forth, but she couldn't get the nerve to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" A voice, as cold as ice, came from somewhere in the house. Edie was scared. She froze instantly. Looking around cautiously, she saw that she was alone in the empty corridor, realizing the voice was coming from behind the closed door. How did he know she was there?

Edie hesitated and asked sincerely. "Are you hungry, Stuart?" There was silence for a while. She decided that he was not going to answer, so she started to leave. Suddenly she hears an indifferent voice coming from inside again. "No, I'm not." "Okay." Edie was trying to talk to him, but now she didn't even know how to respond. She felt disappointed and slowly walked back. "Come in if you would like?" he asked.

Edie didn't know if it was an illusion or not, and the voice was not that cold. She opened the door and sneaked in, but found there was no light inside. Stuart was standing beside the window, leaning against the bar. His eyes were still cold and cruel, but there was no jeweled hardness in their depths.

She walked in and had no idea what to do in the dark. His hand lifted to touch the side of her neck, a hint of color-washed into her pale cheeks. Surrounded by silence, she could almost hear his breathing and her slightly disturbing heartbeat. "Tell me," he said.