Chapter 12. Cannot be trusted

(Ernesta POV)

Marcus did not immediately respond.

I sat nervously in the passenger seat, regretting asking that question.

Where he goes and what he does is his business, what right does a contract wife like me have to interfere?

Marcus suddenly spoke up when I gave up trying to find an answer.

“When we're having sex, you call 'darling’, why now 'Mr. Johansen' already?”

My face suddenly became hot, my hands tightened around the seat belt, and last night's lovemaking was like a replay in my head.

His voice rang out, still containing some anger.

“Or do you call everyone that way?”

The feeling of embarrassment quickly passed, and I was stunned by his next words.

“Anytime, anyone who goes to bed with you, you call them 'darling', right Eulalia?”

Just as it reached red, the car stopped, Marcus also turned to look at me, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, blue veins showing. His deep black eyes seemed to want to see through my soul, making me shiver.

I don't understand, yesterday was still good? Why has his attitude changed like that now?

Suddenly thinking about Eulalia's dark history, I no longer found it strange but I was still surprised.

Didn't he have to research everything before choosing Eulalia? Why does it seem like he just discovered it now?

Just as I was still confused, Marcus's cold voice rang out again.

“Say, Eulalia, you went to bed with those men, right?”

“Are you asking me or Eulalia?” I suddenly blurted out something that even surprised me, but I tried to control my emotions.

A light flashed in Marcus's eyes, he said.

“I asked my wife, Eulalia Willems.”

"That's right."

I immediately confirmed.

“It's true, your wife Eulalia once slept with them.”

I don't know why Marcus knew but still deliberately asked, but since he knew the truth, there was no reason for me to lie.

It seemed that Marcus was a bit distracted and didn't notice the strangeness in the way I spoke. His emotions changed so clearly that I could see it with my naked eyes. Obviously, he lost interest or was extremely dissatisfied with this answer. He still looked at me but his body stiffened as if resisting some kind of explosion.

It's not difficult to understand, he spent money to buy a wife, but in return, he was a deceitful woman, who could be happy?

In the blink of an eye, the traffic light turned green, he didn't say a word but looked away from me and focused on driving.

For a short minute, I felt like I had just gone through a long mental test.

I admit, when I asked that question, I had the thought of wanting to confess everything to him, that I was not Eulalia, I had never slept with anyone but him, he was my only man. But then I hesitated, maybe my feelings for him weren't big enough, maybe it wasn't even called feelings and it was because of Silas.

He was silent, I was also silent.

The whole long way, until we entered the Johansen villa, we still didn't say a word to each other.

It wasn't until after taking off his shoes that Marcus suddenly spoke.

“Eulalia.”

I was stunned for a few seconds before turning back to look at him.

I almost forgot I was Eulalia.

Heli, who was cleaning nearby, also noticed.

Marcus looked straight at me.

“From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to leave this villa.”

A decision, like an announcement, I was not surprised but a little frustrated.

Based on what mistake Eulalia makes, I am always the one who has to bear the consequences. Her wedding, her past.

I pursed my lips and looked at Marcus. Maybe six months wasn't long for him, but for me, it wasn't short. Some things needed to be made clear.

Before Marcus went up the stairs, I stopped him.

"Okay."

Marcus frowned at me, I looked up seriously and said.

“If that's what you want, I agree. But there's something I have to tell you.”

“Say it.”

This man didn't even want to waste words on me, but it didn't matter, he still let me speak, and that was enough.

I adjusted my emotions and said with the most sincerity possible:

“That's in the past, since yesterday I became your wife, so that won't happen again.”

“Are you sure?” Marcus looked skeptical.

I immediately nodded.

“At least, when I was your wife, the man by my side was only you.”

When I said this, I didn't know how red my face was. I just saw Marcus walking around me without saying anything and going upstairs.

Surely it's okay? At least he won't hit me for no reason, right?

I didn't even know what to do when Marcus's voice echoed from above.

"I forbid you to go out, but not from eating. Why don't you go change quickly?"

I was startled and rushed to my room but stopped when I reached the door.

I don't forget, now my room and his room are one.

Should I enter or not? This is a difficult decision. Even though we've done the most intimate thing, we're still not really husband and wife.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

“You still want me to invite you in?”

I silently bowed my head and walked inside, Marcus's eyes never left me.

I originally intended to wait for him to shower first and then I would shower later, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at me.

“Aren't you going to come in?”

“Ah… no… you take a shower first and then I'll take a shower?”

“Before, after what? Come in now, save water.”

I was bewildered and Marcus pulled me into the bathroom.

What about saving water? If you want to do ‘that’, say it directly. With the money he makes, I could shower three times a day for the rest of my life.

Whatever comes must come.

In the bathroom, steam swirled around, mist obscured the vision, the temperature increased with each thrust, and the sound of skin colliding made the senses strangely excited.

Before leaving the bathroom, I thought I would be fucked to death.

Now looking at that man with a satisfied but cold and uncaring expression, I really want to drown him.

“Can you come down to eat or should I bring the food up?”

Ha, he even dared to ask that question.

Even though my legs were still shaking, I still kept my mouth shut.

“I can eat down.”

He nodded nonchalantly and left the room.

Looking at the door closing, I couldn't help but pick up the pillow and throw it out.

Marcus Johansen, you man who thinks with his lower body.

Damn it, I can't feel my legs anymore.

***

(Marcus POV)

It took a long wait for Eulalia to appear.

Seeing her limping gait and her angry expression but not daring to speak, I couldn't help but feel happy.

It turns out that teasing a girl can also improve mood quite a bit.

It's fun, but I don't forget what she did, I can't forgive her that easily.

Sitting opposite me, Eulalia didn't say a word, her face clearly looked 'unwell', sometimes even looking at me with eyes that seemed to say I was an animal.

Seriously, she's so adorable. If only those things didn't happen, maybe I could love and pamper her for the rest of my life.

But, doesn't she feel uncomfortable wearing that wig forever? Besides, when she showers, she almost always wears a wig.

“Eulalia.”

She stopped when she heard me call, her eyes turned up, looking straight at me, waiting for my next words.

I lightly swallowed my saliva.

“How was your work today?”

Don't ask why, I know Eulalia doesn't like talking about wigs, I can't talk about something she doesn't like.

But work is different, my wife is not someone that anyone can bully.

Eulalia was silent for a few seconds then bent down again.

“Nothing special.”

"Really?"

"Yes."

I put down my spoon. I was sure she understood what I meant, but being patient like this was not her style. At least, the Eulalia I knew would not tolerate anyone or anything. Once she gets into trouble, she will immediately tell her father and those who make her feel uncomfortable will have to face the consequences.

So what about me? Didn't I make her trust me? Or is it because I just grounded her that she shows an attitude?

“I know what happened at your workplace. If you feel that the manager is not okay, change it.”

Having finished speaking, I stood up and went upstairs.

How could I forget? She didn't come to me willingly like she did to those other men. How can she trust me?