Chapter 2 Send You Home

Did she have any questions for Liam? Could she ask? Was she allowed to ask?

Bitterness welled in her heart, but she maintained a smile as she lifted her head. "Did you have a good day at work?" she asked.

Liam furrowed his brows and ignored her.

He put down his cutlery. "I'm done. You don't have to cook for me in the future. I'll eat out and come home later," he told her.

Amelia sensed he was mad but couldn't understand what she did wrong. Liam did not bother to explain it either.

He got up and left without a word, leaving Amelia alone to eat and clean up. She felt completely disheartened as she ate in silence and tidied the table. Everything soon quieted down in the villa, so much that one could hear a pin drop.

Amelia sniffled as a tear streamed down her face, hitting the back of her hand. She felt her heart throbbing in her chest. She couldn't understand how they ended up this way.

During the first days of their marriage, she was dedicated to Liam's needs, but he accused her of trying to seduce him. From then on, Amelia acknowledged the insignificant place she occupied in his heart.

She no longer crossed the line. Rather, she played her role as his dutiful wife at home. Bitterness gnawed at her heart as she thought of it.

After she cleaned up, Amelia hesitated before returning to her bedroom. She thought Liam was already asleep, but he was still sitting by the bedside, reading.

As she exited the bathroom, she was met by his stunning looks. Her heart skipped a beat. She contemplated calling his name when his gaze fell on her.

Their eyes met momentarily and she froze, suddenly nervous.

Liam's face darkened.

At first glance, he noticed the thin nightgown she was wearing. Amelia had just finished bathing after all.

She put on her clothes before drying herself, and they clad her figure tightly. Liam furrowed his brows. The sight of his anger made her anxious.

Did she do something wrong again?

Regardless of whether she possessed any ulterior motives, she was still his wife. Even if she had wanted to be intimate with him, Amelia saw nothing wrong with that.

Still, she dared not question him. She had been humiliated several times and had long lost the courage to do so.

"You can go to bed. I'll be done soon."

As she spoke, she quickly grabbed another set of pajamas and went into the bathroom. She felt embarrassed and upset, and her cheeks were burning.

When she emerged again, Liam was still awake. Yet, he had stopped reading and was resting with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes when he heard the rustling noise.

Amelia had changed into a pair of regular pajamas that revealed none of her figure. Liam snorted slightly. So she still had some self-respect.

Amelia, on the other hand, couldn't understand if he was unhappy with her actions or if there was another meaning behind his actions.

The atmosphere in the room became tense with ambiguity.

Liam said eventually, "It's been a while since you returned home. Do you want to go back?"

Amelia clenched her hands tightly after realizing the intention behind his request.

"What do you mean by that?"

Was he sending her home because he was unhappy over what happened during dinner? He was the one who was acting intimate with the female celebrity!

Liam was overwhelmed with impatience at her reluctance.

"Just go to bed! I'll have someone send you back tomorrow!"

Amelia pursed her lips. Her heart was filled with hurt as Liam lay down without another word.

She stood there for a while, then gently climbed onto the bed. But she only sat at the edge, not daring to inch closer to him.

He must have been fed up with her and wanted to send her back. She racked her brain to think of what she could possibly lack to deserve this. Anger and injustice overcame her, and tears welled up in her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back.

Her heart ached as if knives had stabbed it.

She thought Liam had fallen asleep, so she bit her lip and forced back her sobs. Contrary to her beliefs, Liam was still wide awake.

The bedside light illuminated the room.

He turned around and looked at the woman with whom he had shared a bed with for three years. They were married on paper, but they didn't share any feelings for each other. He noticed her back was trembling, and it seemed like she was crying.

He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. Exasperatedly, he turned over.

Women like Amelia were such trifling inconveniences!

She may carry the title Mrs. Prescott, but she hadn't been born into a wealthy family, nor could she compare with that woman.

Liam's voice turned cold. "If you want to cry, just fucking leave! You should carry out your duty as a granddaughter to your grandparents after all they have done to raise you! You've never even thought of visiting them. The moment I mention sending you back, you start crying. You're such an ungrateful brat!"

The first time he saw Amelia, he had been slightly lost in thought. It was as if the woman in his memories had returned. His confused thoughts led to his mistake of agreeing to this marriage.

But now, looking at Amelia, she was nothing like the woman in his mind. In the end, she wasn't who he wanted.

Perhaps he never should have agreed to marry her in the first place.