Chapter 195 He would never get over that hurdle in his lifetime!
Asa observed his actions, an unconscious urge to step forward rising within her. Antonio cast a cold glance in her direction, declaring, "She is my wife."
A moment of hesitation seized Asa, her fists clenching in response.
With Sarah cradled in his arms, Antonio pivoted and coldly pronounced, "The collaboration is canceled."
Wife?
Serene watched their retreating figures, her eyes dimming with the distance...
...
As the Maybach sped away, a palpable tension filled the car. Sarah decided against further explanation, choosing instead to wait until Antonio had regained his composure.
Upon their arrival at the villa, the staff noticed Antonio carrying Sarah from the car.
They rushed forward, concern etching their faces, "Mr. Valencia, what happened to Madam?"
Ignoring their inquiries, Antonio's icy expression remained unbroken as he carried Sarah into the house.
The staff, wondering if Madam's foot was causing her pain again, wanted to offer assistance. However, they were held at bay by Antonio's frosty aura, causing them to shiver and keep their distance.
Antonio gently laid Sarah on the bed and retrieved some medicine, taking a seat beside her.
"Your foot."
His voice was low, a deliberate attempt to mask his irritation.
"It hurts, Antonio..."
She furrowed her brow in feigned distress, reaching for her aching foot while surreptitiously studying Antonio's expression. As anticipated, his brow furrowed slightly, his movements becoming more tender.
Seeing that he still cared for her and that her own agitation had subsided, she quickly began to explain, "You really misunderstood today's situation. Mr. Donat and I didn't do anything. I agreed to let Mr. Donat carry me because I was afraid of delaying work. Mr. Donat was just being kind..."
Her explanation was met with a resurgence of Antonio's icy demeanor.
His application of the ointment became unintentionally harsh, causing Sarah to wince in pain. Her dark eyes fixed on him, filled with questions.
"Antonio, it's really not what you think. We really..."
"I know."
Antonio cut her off abruptly, his intense gaze fixed on her as if she were prey, radiating a dangerous aura.
She sighed inwardly, unable to comprehend his anger.
However, since he had responded, she reasoned that he must believe her. Recognizing his lingering anger, she wisely decided not to broach the subject again.
After applying the ointment, Antonio set it aside.
"Someone, remove all sharp objects from Madam's room."
His command echoed through the room, his voice as cold as ice.
The staff glanced at her nervously, but under Antonio's piercing gaze, they had no choice but to comply.
A sense of unease crept over her as she furrowed her brows, "What are you planning?"
"You will stay at home and no longer need to go to work."
His tone left no room for discussion.
Sarah's anger flared as she watched Antonio's forceful attempt to confine her. She pushed him away, rising to her feet despite the pain in her injured foot.
"What gives you the right?" she demanded, her voice echoing with indignation. "Whether or not I go to work is my decision. How dare you infringe upon my personal freedom? I am not your possession!"
She was baffled by Antonio's behavior, his actions crossing a line she had never expected him to.
Antonio watched as she pushed him away, her anger seemingly overpowering the pain in her foot.
A surge of anger welled up within him, breaking free in an uncontrollable wave. "I want you to stay at home, so you will stay at home. Or is it that you want to go out and see your old flame!" he shouted, his deep-set eyes filled with accusation.
Sarah stared back at him, taken aback by his outburst. She felt a momentary confusion. Asa had pursued her once, but that was years ago. How could Antonio possibly know about that?
"What old flame? There’s nothing going on between Asa and I!" she retorted.
"Do you think I'm oblivious?" Antonio's intense gaze bore into her, his eyes bloodshot and unyielding. Sarah recoiled, taken aback by his intensity.
When she regained her composure, she noticed that Antonio had locked the room door. She rushed towards it, stumbling and falling to the ground. Antonio hesitated for a moment at her fall, but then, with a grit of his teeth, he continued.
"Open the door, Antonio. What gives you the right to lock me in? This is baseless. Why are you being so obstinate?" She pounded on the door, enduring the pain in her leg.
Outside, Antonio's face hardened further. Was this how she saw him - as obstinate? He stared at the closed door, his fist creaking as he clenched it.
"I can't get past this, Sarah. I'll never get past this in my whole life!" he declared, his voice cold and resolute. Ignoring her continued pounding on the door, he walked away.
In his study, Antonio leaned back in his chair, impatiently loosening his tie in an attempt to alleviate the frustration building within him. But even as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with thoughts of Sarah.
"Sarah..." he whispered her name, a sharp pain tearing through his chest.
Why did you betray me...
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