Chapter 291

I did not know how to console him, so all I could do was give him reminders.

Lifting a brow, he cast an icy gaze at me. “You’re not going to stay?”

After a pause, I shook my head.

Then I grabbed my jacket and left.

So many things had happened unexpectedly. By the time I reached the villa, it was already past midnight.

Before my car entered the garage, I saw the man standing by the doorway. He was a towering man. Under the dim streetlight, he looked like a weary traveler.

After parking my car, I stood by the doorway. Once again, it started drizzling.

His expression darkened. “Are you planning to stand outside for the rest of your life?”

With that said, he strode toward me. The more droplets landed on him, the more distant he seemed to me.

Pressing my lips tightly together, I muttered, “Didn’t you say you’ll be late tonight?” What I had understood from his call earlier was that it was likely he would not return tonight. After all, J City was far from K City. It would take him half a day just to fly there and back.

He sneered, “Do you think this isn’t late?”

He was right; it was already past midnight.

Instead of saying anything else, he pulled me into the villa. Staring at me with a dark look, he asked, “Where did you go?”

“Central Park,” I replied, not planning to hide anything from him. Whatever happened today was major, and I was late in coming home. Even if I said nothing about it, he would find out about it tomorrow.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Why don’t you say there for a few more days? It’ll save you the trouble from having to travel around.”

I nodded. “Sounds good. I plan to do that too.”

“Scarlett!” He gritted out, “Who is your husband?”

Speechless for a moment, I huffed, “You’re the one who asked me to move there. Why are you angry at my reply?”

“Am I not allowed to be angry? You’re spending most of the day with Marcus. Why don’t you just take him in as your godson? That way, you can keep him company every second of your life.”

Looking at his enraged expression, I retorted, “Why don’t you tell me to marry him instead?”

Smack! He slammed his hand onto the table, looking a second away from strangling me to death. “So it’s right of you to come back after midnight?”

I dropped my head, whispering miserably, “No. You only know how to lose your temper every time. You don’t even bother asking me why I’m there or what happened. All you do is lose your temper. You’re even saying that I’m in the wrong just by coming home late. Ashton, you’re unreasonable.”

He tensed, nearly barking out an angry laugh. A beat later, some of the anger melted away from his face, and he asked, “All right. Tell me then. Why did you go to Marcus’ place?”

I sat down and muttered, “Get me a glass of water first.”

He froze as the corner of his lips twitched. “Scarlett, you-”

“Forget it if you don’t want to. Don’t yell at me again. I’ll stop talking if you want me to.” After all, it was not like he could do anything to me, even if he got mad.

His dark eyes stared at me for a while as he bit down on his thin lips. In the end, he said, “You’d better say something I want to listen to later, or else…”

He did not continue his sentence. Instead, he gave me a glass of water and sat down opposite me. “Speak.”

I cupped the glass with both hands as I ruminated over the events before replying, “Benjamin’s dead.”

He raised a brow at that. “I know. Aunt Sally told me about it.” After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and uttered, “That’s all?”

I sighed. “Marcus’ mother, Sharon, jumped off Prism building today. I’m scared that Marcus would not be able to take it, so I spent some time with him at Central Park. That’s why I’m back late tonight.”

He furrowed his brows and questioned, “What actually happened?”

In recent days, he had been busy. Perhaps Sally only mentioned Benjamin’s passing to him; she might not have even told him any details.

After all, this was the Whites’ family matter. At the end of the day, Ashton and I were outsiders.

After a brief thought, I continued, “The day Benjamin passed, Sally told Sharon things from a decade ago, and I think they really affected her. Her mental state did not seem right near the end. Maybe she couldn’t take it, so she followed in Benjamin’s footsteps.”

He only nodded, having little thoughts about the Whites’ family matter. Then he looked at me and said, “Marcus has his own life to continue, so don’t keep going there. Don’t forget that I’m your husband, not him.”

I could hear the jealousy oozing out of his words.

Pursing my lips, I huffed, “Ashton, I’m just repaying a favor. Can you not assume that everything is as complicated as you think they are?”

“Repaying a favor? You’ve got so many ways to repay a favor. Did you have to go there yourself?” There he was, being sarcastic again.

Anyway, he was not in a good mood, and he did not wish to talk much to me. Therefore, I did not take his words to heart.

Instead, I said, “It’s already late. Aren’t you sleepy?”

He shot me a glance before storming up the stairs.