Chapter 848 You Don't Like Me Being Kinky?
"Ryan." Antonio sighed inwardly and tried to finish his sentence, "Can you come over and help me push the wheelchair? I need to go to the kitchen to help your mom."
Ryan looked up and met Francis's disappointed gaze. After a moment of hesitation, he walked over, "Alright."
Francis finally smiled, "Thank you, Ryan."
Soon, Sarah and the maid brought all the dishes to the table and formally introduced Brady.
"It's rare for our whole family to gather for a meal. Francis is back, and Brady can stand again. Things will only get better from here. We must celebrate today!"
She opened the wine and drinks on the table, "The kids and I will have drinks, but those of you who can drink wine, fill your glasses!"
Antonio quickly stood up, "You sit down, I'll do it."
"Dad, start with this!" Ethan came over holding two glasses, "First for Grandpa and Mom, then for Uncles!"
Ryan and Harper also ran over to help.
The atmosphere in the dining room was filled with joy and laughter, a rare scene for the Valencia Family.
However, this warm scene didn't last long before an uninvited guest arrived.
Guadalupe walked into the dining room uninvited and sat down next to Francis.
His arrogant and domineering presence made the air feel colder.
"Having a meal without inviting me, Francis, it seems you don't consider me part of the family." His cold, eerie voice sent chills down everyone's spine.
Francis tensed up under Guadalupe's fiery gaze, "We thought you were busy since you weren't back yet."
As the atmosphere grew more awkward, Kevin and the kids didn't know what was happening and remained silent. Brady looked at Sarah in confusion, unable to understand the situation.
Since Guadalupe was already there, they couldn't just ignore him.
Sarah exchanged a glance with Antonio and reluctantly spoke, "Mr. Diaz, we were just about to send someone to check if you were back. Since you're here now, let's eat."
She then asked the maid to add another set of utensils.
Antonio's deep gaze swept over Guadalupe, the smile on his lips was particularly irritating.
He had been staring at Francis since he arrived.
What exactly was the relationship between Guadalupe and Francis? And in what capacity was he staying by Francis's side?
Guadalupe's eyes scanned the table, and he said indifferently, "What a coincidence. I've gotten used to Francis's taste over the years we've lived together. It seems I'll enjoy this meal."
He then turned to look at Francis, "Right, Francis?"
Francis wished he could throw all the dishes in his face!
But with his family and kids watching, he had to force a smile, "Yes, if you like it, eat more."
Guadalupe noticed his tightly clenched hand under the table and his eyes grew more amused. He slowly picked up the utensils and placed a piece of beef on Francis's plate. "This beef is cut very evenly, eat more."
The loaded tone made Francis extremely uncomfortable.
Guadalupe was implying that he was under his control.
Sarah and Antonio exchanged a glance, both frowning.
Although Francis's face showed no signs of distress, this man named Guadalupe was too strange.
But with the whole family at the table, they couldn't say much despite their doubts.
The kids, unaware of the tension, started talking again, occasionally casting curious and fearful glances at the imposing Guadalupe.
Francis had no appetite and put down his utensils after a few bites. "You all continue eating, I'm done."
Sarah asked with concern, "Francis, you didn't eat much. How about a bowl of soup?"
"No need." Francis smiled faintly, trying to ignore the annoying gaze beside him, "I think I've had too much greasy food, feeling a bit stuffed. I'll go for a walk, you all continue."
He then maneuvered his wheelchair and headed outside.
Guadalupe watched his back and let out a cold laugh. "With your whole family here, he can just leave. I'll go check if he's about to burst."
Sarah shivered inexplicably, feeling like Guadalupe would beat Francis up outside.
Antonio's face darkened, "I'll go check."
"I'll go." Sarah held his arm and pushed him back into his seat, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth, "You haven't had a proper meal with the kids in a long time. Enjoy the meal, and if anything happens, I'll call you."
She thought Antonio might act impulsively, especially since it involved Francis, whom he cared about deeply. If he went out, he might end up fighting Guadalupe before anything else happened.
She gave him a reassuring look and walked outside.
The night breeze was a bit chilly, making the garden lights sway gently.
Sarah looked around at the entrance and, not seeing them in the front yard, walked towards the back of the villa. She soon heard a heavy argument ahead.
Francis's voice was filled with suppression, "You let me come back, but you still won't give me any personal space, will you?"
"Personal space?" Guadalupe sneered, "Francis, have you forgotten who you belong to? Talking to me about personal space? Hmm?"
"I've told you before, you belong to me, everything about you is mine. It seems you've forgotten that recently. Do you think you're powerful now? Or do you think Antonio can take you away from me?"
Francis remained silent, gritting his teeth.
However, Sarah was so shocked her eyes almost popped out. The last bit of rationality made her hide immediately, pressing tightly against the corner wall, not daring to make a sound.
The conversation between these two sounded off.
Guadalupe's eyes were like black holes in the universe, swallowing all light.
He pinched Francis's chin with two fingers, his sharp voice like a blade, "Speak!"
"Let go!" Francis, unable to bear it any longer, pushed his hand away and took a deep breath. "I've followed all your arrangements, what more do you want from me? They're my family! Do I not even have the right to be with my family?!"
Guadalupe sneered, leaning closer, "You have to listen to me. If I don't allow it, you stay by my side obediently, understand?"
"If you want such opportunities, you have to please me, not anger me. Otherwise, I'll make sure you never see them again."
Francis gritted his teeth, "Guadalupe, you're a pervert!"
"You're just realizing that?" He never cared about such descriptions.
Guadalupe's crimson tongue brushed his lips. "I'm a pervert, don't you like it?"
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