Chapter 4: Misunderstanding

Scarlett’s Point of View

“Argh…!” I groaned when I felt my head as if it would split in two.

“Water…” I murmured..

My throat felt dry and scratchy, as if it had been drained of all moisture. Not only was my head throbbing with pain, but my entire body ached. It was as if I had been relentlessly battered by a crowd of thousands.

‘What happened to me?’

I opened my eyes slightly and let my eyesight come back to life. A magnificent picture sprang up in front of me: a beautiful ceiling with elaborate decorations. The tiny embellishments of miniature paintings, each a monument to the artist’s skill, complemented the walls’ soft white tint.

The room was filled with a hushed stillness, broken only by the sudden sound of a gentle rustle that reached my ears from beside me.

As I cautiously rotated my head, a sharp pang of discomfort shot through my skull, intensifying as my eyes fixated on the sight before me. And as soon as I realized who was beside me, my eyes widened in astonishment and my jaw dropped in shock.

“Storm?!” I shouted.

As that name timidly slipped out of my tongue, I felt a rush of memories flooding back, each one vivid images of the events that led me to this very moment.

The way his strong, yet gentle hands caressed my chest. The way his perfect lips kissed mine and their warmth traveled around my body. His breath felt like a gentle breeze across my skin as he explored with fervor, claiming me with his passion.

‘Shameless! You’re shameless, Scarlett!’ I scolded myself while I was pulling my own hair.

Then, I froze when a husky morning voice spoke. “You’re noisy. It’s still early in the morning!”

In a blink of an eye, I felt an intense pressure trapping me onto the bed. Two strong arms confined my torso while a figure of God towering above me.

A gloating smirk was frozen on his lips, yet his eagle eyes of fury directed towards me sent a chill throughout my body.

“Do you recall all the details now?” he asked coldly, as if challenging me to remember.

My heart raced as I felt his warm embrace, however I quickly pushed him off when reality sunk in. My face went beet red as I stuttered my apology, “I-I’m so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing last night!”

His eyes glimmered with disdain as his cruel lips formed a jeering grin. “You didn’t know what you were doing? For somebody who kept pushing and prodding to get her way, you sure do have guts!”

“That’s not true! I can explain! Just listen to me for even just a minute!”

“Explain? Alright, I will give you exactly a minute to justify your actions.”

At his words, I panicked. My mind raced to come up with a convincing explanation for my actions, but yesterday’s events remained shrouded in fog.

The time limit of one minute he had set for me was evaporating. I looked up at him, but he was expressionless - not a flicker of emotion across his face.

“What? You can’t find any reason because in the first place, it’s your plan. You want me to touch you!”

My eyes burned in response to his words, and he returned my heated gaze. Not wanting to succumb to his haughty demeanor, I firmly said, “And what’s the problem with that? Aren’t you my husband, Mister Scoville?”

“And so?”

“And so, it’s normal for us to do this since we are married, after all!” I tried to hide my embarrassment behind the words. ”Besides, if you didn’t like it, why didn’t you just run away?”

“What kind of bullshit--”

“You didn’t run away, so obviously, you enjoyed my advances too. Come on, you’re a man, no? You have all the strength to push me away if you truly wanted to!”

I wanted to say more, but when I looked into his face, I was met with the fierceness of his eyes. The rage he had been bottling up was ready to erupt, so my voice softened until it faded away, and I remained silent.

‘I can’t let the tiger get angry!’

“If that wasn’t what you were intending, why is the aphrodisiac in the trash can?” He grabbed a container from the side table and presented me with tablets that looked like medicine. “I asked my secretary this morning to do a general check of the alcohol and water in this house, and can you guess what I discovered?”

I gulped as I inquired, “W-what?”

“Every liquid in this house is positive to have an aphrodisiac drug!”

My eyes widened to what he said but even I wanted to defend myself, I didn’t know how.

“So, you wanted to drug me just so we could sleep together? Is that your pathetic attempt at getting me in bed? Are you that horny or you just really want to get pregnant? Tell me.”

A voltaic wave of fury tore through my body, and I was ready to throw down. But as I contemplated his words, a thought raced across my mind.

Last night, my father had been so anxious when I took a drink of water, almost as if he knew what would happen. To add more, that man looked overjoyed when I started feeling feverish.

‘So, it’s his fault again?! Did he say something to grandpa that made Storm so livid? Is this why this man was so angry with me yesterday?!’

Ha! I didn’t know my father was cleverer than I thought!

My heart thudded as I balled my hands into fists and locked eyes with Storm. I was determined to reveal the truth, but before I could say a word, he grabbed me by the arm and marched me towards the door.

“Get out!”

I halted the door from shutting, sticking my foot in its way.

“Wait!” I exclaimed. “This is all a big misunderstanding. I can assure you that I had no intention of getting pregnant, nor did I want to force you into anything...”

He looked coldly at me, then responded, “I have no desire to hear any of your explanations. I said leave!”