Chapter 30

Chapter 30
Mr. Thompson stood quietly, watching the couple with a mixture of curiosity and concern. He thought to himself, "Ah, the boss has finally offended Madam, and she's slowly getting her revenge. I wonder what she has planned."
Fernandez requested, "Anna, make me another black coffee and pour this trash away. This Americano is disgusting."
Anna smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm afraid we're out of black coffee, sir. You'll have to drink the Americano from now on. Maybe it's time for a change, sir."
Fernandez looked at Mr. Thompson, who quickly recovered himself and left to check if Anna was speaking the truth. "I'll go check, sir," he said, his voice neutral.
Anna, who had disposed of the remaining coffee, smiled cunningly while Fernandez gazed at her, thinking she was up to something. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he growled.
Mr. Thompson returned, "Sir, Madam is right. There's no black coffee left. I checked the inventory myself."
Fernandez held his breath and painfully swallowed the Americano, thinking it was poison. Anna smiled bravely, thinking, "I've made him do what no one else has ever done. He's finally submitted to me."
After drinking, Fernandez quickly told Mr. Thompson, "Get me my favorite black coffee, now! I don't care if you have to go to the ends of the earth to get it."
The day went on quickly, and it was time for lunch. Anna and Fernandez's food were sent to Fernandez's dining room. He was seated there already, waiting for Anna, but it was past five minutes, and she wasn't there. He called his Personal Assistant and asked, "Where is Anna? I thought we were having lunch together."
Mr. Thompson informed him, "She said she won't have lunch with you today, sir. She seemed quite determined."
Fernandez didn't understand, "What do you mean? Where is she? Find her now!"
Mr. Thompson showed him a video of Anna seating with a male employee in the company cafeteria, laughing and chatting. Fernandez slammed the table angrily, his face red with rage.
"What is the meaning of this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Who is this man sitting next to her!"
Anna, unaware of the storm brewing, laughed and chatted with her colleagues, thinking she had finally gotten her revenge. But little did she know, Fernandez's anger was only just beginning.
Fernandez stormed angrily towards the company cafeteria, his face red with rage. The employees quickly dispersed, leaving Anna alone.
"Why did you spoil my fun?" Anna asked, sighing dramatically, as Fernandez approached her.
Fernandez's eyes blazed with anger. "You think you can flirt with other men in front of me?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Anna smirked. "I was just having lunch, Fernandez. Don't be so possessive."
Fernandez's face darkened. "Possessive? You're my wife, Anna. You'll do as I say."
Without warning, Fernandez crashed his lips onto Anna's, his kiss fierce and demanding. Anna struggled against him, but he held her firm, his arms wrapping around her like a vice.
The cafeteria fell silent, the employees watching in shock as Fernandez claimed Anna's lips.
As they broke apart for air, Fernandez snarled, "You're mine, Anna. Don't forget it."
Anna's face was red, her lips swollen from the kiss. "I hate you," she spat, but Fernandez just smiled, his eyes glinting with triumph.
As they left for the mansion, Anna blew a kiss to the employees, especially the males, making Fernandez's jealousy simmer.
At home, as they sat down for dinner, the tension between them was palpable. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the aroma of roasted vegetables and grilled meat filled the air.
Anna stared at her plate, her appetite gone. Fernandez, on the other hand, seemed to savor every bite of his grilled steak, his eyes fixed on her as he chewed.
Their dinner consisted of roasted vegetables, grilled steak, and garlic mashed potatoes. The steak was cooked to perfection, the vegetables tender and flavorful. But Anna couldn't bring herself to eat, her mind racing with thoughts of what Fernandez will do to her.
Fernandez, however, ate with relish, his eyes never leaving Anna's face. He seemed to enjoy her discomfort, his expression triumphant.
As they finished dinner, Fernandez pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on Anna.
"You're not eating," he said, his voice low and husky. "Is something wrong?"
Anna shook her head, her eyes downcast. "I'm not hungry," she lied.
Fernandez raised an eyebrow. "You need to eat, Anna. You're too thin."
Anna's eyes flashed with anger, but she said nothing. She knew better than to argue with Fernandez when he was in this mood.
Anna knew she wasn't in control now, so she tried to be invisible. But Fernandez just scoffed, his mind racing with the best punishment for her.
As they changed into their nightwear, Anna put a partition between their beds and covered herself with the duvet. But before she knew it, Fernandez had dragged the duvet away and covered her body with his.
Just then, Anna's phone rang, an unknown number flashing on the screen. She hesitated before picking it up, Fernandez watching her vividly.
"Anna, Sweetheart!" a male voice said, his tone endearing.
Anna's heart skipped a beat as Fernandez's eyes narrowed, his grip on her tightening. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Fernandez's face darkened. "Tell me, Anna. Who is this man?"