Filed to story: Big Bad Husband Please Wake Up All Episodes Free
“Why were you there? Do you want to be a model? Adrian asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hand.
“No, I was doing Ivan a favor.” Ciara turned to look at him and after a short pause, she continued, “Ivan is the designer who cooperates with SJ Entertainment. I’m sure you’ve heard about what happened before.”
Glancing up from the book to give her a meaningful look, he said, “That’s good. Show business is like a cesspit. It’s no place for you. And you’re still my wife until the divorce. I hope you can stay away from other men in the meantime.”
Ciara was a little confused by this. “Don’t worry, I won’t have much contact with men, unless it’s for work.”
“Really? Well, that’s good to know.” Adrian chuckled to himself. i don’t want this kind of thing to happen again. You were lucky tonight that you met a good guy. Next time things might end up different”
“I know,” Ciara replied, her voice quiet.
Adrian, still not satisfied, continued, “So, you should keep a low profile from now on. Try to avoid wearing provocative dresses like that if you want to avoid men like Jett.”
Ciara’s mind went blank before it hit her. He blamed her for attracting a pervert by wearing a revealing dress.
Enraged at this accusation, she fired back, “That’s bullshit! Are you seriously blaming me for what happened? I can wear what I like. How dare you!”
Just then, the car stopped and Ciara climbed out, slamming the door behind her.
Adrian rarely found himself being contradicted. He stared at her back as she walked away, slightly displeased.
Horace couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself, and asked, “Boss, why don’t you just tell her it was you who saved her? Instead, you scared her. You got lucky that Kenny had enough time to alter the video before she noticed the camera.”
Adrian snorted, “She needs to learn a lesson.”
Horace glanced at Adrian in the rear-view mirror. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.
“If you have anything to say, just say it,” Adrian said as he leaned back in his seat.
Horace licked his lips before turning his head toward the back seat. “Boss, could it be that you’re jealous? Otherwise, why would you care what she wears?”
Adrian stiffened. Then the photo Calypso had sent him came to mind. His throat became dry all of a sudden. He swallowed.
Horace continued, “Maybe, your problem is not with Ms. Mitchell clothes. You just don’t want other men seeing how beautiful she is.” Horace mused, as he studied his boss’s expression.
Adrian sneered at this. “You’re overthinking it.
She’s simply my possession. You’d better keep an eye on her. I want to know what she’s planning.”
“Yes, boss.” After this, Horace kept silent. He didn’t dare to say anything else.
“Let’s get out of the car,” Adrian said. As he reached for his coat, his eyes narrowed. His left wrist was covered in red scratch marks.
When Ciara got home, she took a long shower, rubbing her skin clean until it was raw. Even after this, she still felt disgusted. When she closed her eyes to try and sleep, her mind filled with images of Jett that she desperately wanted to forget.
Several hours went by, as she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her chest felt so tight that she eventually had to go downstairs to drink several glasses of cold water to make herself feel better.
When she did finally fall asleep, she dreamed of that mystery man who had held her tightly. stroking her body. Just as he leaned in to kiss her, she shot awake, doused in a cold sweat.
She glanced at her alarm clock. It was only one am.
With a deep breath, she lay back down, and pulled the quilt up over her face. She felt so helpless.
The image of that man holding her entered her mind once again. When she gave it some more thought, the man seemed a little familiar. Something was telling her that she had seen him somewhere before.
She didn’t understand why he was so afraid of her seeing his face. He had been her hero after all. Could it be someone she knew?
Lynch maybe?
Ciara felt disgusted at the mere thought of that scenario, and dismissed it immediately.
Lynch was not that tall.
Then Adrian popped into her mind. Her husband did have a similar figure, but being paralyzed, it couldn’t have been him.
She reached out her hand and studied the Band- Aid on her finger. One of her nails had broken off and she had found it in the shower. It must have happened during her struggle with the mystery man.
If that were the case, he would also be injured. Her nails were long and sharp after all.
Maybe she’d recognize the man if he had scratches on his hand.
But those scratches would no doubt heal quickly, so it might not be of much help. There were way too many people going to the party. She wouldn’t be able to investigate them all.
The only thing she could really use was the footage from the security cameras.
It felt like her thoughts were going round in circles. Frustrated, she reached for her phone. There was a flirtatious text from Lynch sent three hours before.
She smiled. He had taken her bait. She didn’t reply straight away. A good fisherman knew the right time to reel them in.
The next morning, Ciara and Adrian sat down for breakfast together.
After their argument the night before, neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere was so tense that even her favorite toast didn’t seem appetizing to Ciara.
She sipped on her milk absent-mindedly. Every now and then, she would steal a glance at Adrian.
He ate quietly, each of his movements delicate and elegant.
Some people were simply born with grace.
Ciara snorted to herself. He might be handsome, but that was no disguise for his mean character.
She took a big bite of toast and chewed.
Then she realized that Adrian hadn’t been. using his left hand, and his sleeve was pulled down over his wrist.
She thought back to the night before. The mystery man had held her with his left hand.
A suspicion crept in.
She knew it was a long shot, but she picked up the jam jar and held it out to Adrian’s left hand. “This jam is delicious,” she said with at smile.
Adrian gave her a meaningful look and didn’t move.