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Chapter 142
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“What’s wrong? Is there an earthquake? Is there a fire? What are you shouting
for?”
Abellyn took her sweet time exiting the room, completely unfazed by Ryder’s
bellows.
In truth, she had been awake for quite some time and had been watching
some video clips on the bed. She had enjoyed herself so much that she did
not realize it was already six o’clock.
Ryder pointed at her and bombarded her with questions. “You useless
woman! Didn’t I tell you to stay home so you could cook? Where’s the food?
Why is the kitchen so quiet?”
“You told me to stay home, and I did. Besides, I never agreed to cook. Why are
you so mad? It’s not too late to cook, anyway.”
Abellyn had no fear of Ryder, nor did she think the man would dare to hit her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt’ll be better if he does. That’s domestic abuse. I’ll have a legal reason to
leave him, then.
“Y–You!”
Ryder was seething, and his fists were clenched tightly.
He never lost his temper when Abellyn played poker every day instead of
working, taking care of Tommy, or cooking meals.
However, it was Tommy’s birthday that day. Ryder could only get off work at
five thirty, and he had already invited Emmanuel and his wife for dinner to
celebrate Tommy’s birthday at six. By seven o’clock, the couple would leave.
And now, it was already past six, and Abellyn had not even prepared a single
dish. What will Manny and Ms. Quillen eat later?
“Why are you clenching your fists, huh? To hit me? Go on! Do it then!”
Abellyn continued provoking him, even though his face was already
contorted with anger. This coward wouldn’t dare to touch me. I’ll make sure
he completely submits today. That way, he wouldn’t dare to lash out at me in
the future.
Ryder never thought of hitting his wife, but her stubborn refusal to admit her
wrong was pushing his limits.
Fortunately, a knock sounded on the door right then.
“Ryder, Abellyn, are you guys at home? Mackenzie and I are here!”
Standing outside was a cheerful Emmanuel who wore a bright smile. After all,
it was Mackenzie’s first time visiting his relatives.
“Coming!” Ryder responded quickly before hissing at Abellyn, “I’ll deal with
you later!”
“Hah! Deal with me? What makes you think you can do that?”
Abellyn crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with disdain. She was annoyed,
so instead of going to the kitchen, she sat on the couch in the living room
with her legs crossed.
“Manny, Mackenzie, I’m so sorry about this. Abellyn and I have just started
cooking since we just got home. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for a little while.”
Ryder rarely lied, but he did not want to expose his family’s discord. Thus, he
lied to cover up his wife’s flaw. Manny and his wife will look down on Abellyn if
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthey find out about her character. I’d be the one humiliated when that
happens.
To Ryder’s horror, as he led Emmanuel and Mackenzie into the house, Abellyn
remained seated in the living room, the kitchen still in complete darkness. It
clearly did not look like anyone was cooking.
“Y–You! Why aren’t you cooking? Are you trying to p*ss me off?”
Ryder’s anger erupted. His face darkened as his features were
overshadowed by fury, and his fists clenched tightly again.
Abellyn was taken aback by his reaction. She half–pretended to leap up from
the sofa and hid behind it as if afraid her husband would abuse her.
“Ryder, calm down!” Emmanuel quickly stepped forward to stop Ryder from
doing anything rash. “It’s okay. I can help you guys. The food will be done in no
time.”
Mixed emotions–frustration, anger, exasperation-swirled in Ryder’s heart as
he sighed. “You guys are the guests. How could we make you cook?”
“It’s fine. I cook at home, too. Besides, you’re my cousin, not a random
stranger.”