Chapter 7
Ryba, panicked, stepped forward. “Mr. Davidson, we really did come here with the utmost sincerity to apologize. Kate was… poorly raised. She’s naive, impulsive, and, well, acted without thinking. Please forgive her.”
Alfred didn’t even spare her a glance. His lips curled in disdain as he replied jeily, “Kyla, this is none of your business. If I didn’t ask you to speak, then keep quiet.”
Kyla’s face turned pale. She bit her lower lip hard and clenched her dists but didn’t dare say another word. After all, working at Sutton Group as part of senior management, she knew Alfred’s character far better than Kate did. He wasn’t a man to cross
Alfred turned his attention back to Kate, who had somehow regained her composure. Instead of walking out, she walked further into the pavilion.
Both Kyla and the bodyguard were stunned.
“Kaler Kyla hissed. “Come here, now!”
Ignoring her, Kate casually sat down across from Alfred. Inwardly, she admired the dishes laid out on the table–each one looked like a masterpiece. The Davidson family’s chef had truly outdone himself, the food rivaling that of the finest restaurants,
wandering over the dishes rather than focusing on Alfred.
“Mr. Davidson, I’ve come to apologize sincerely,” Kate said, her eyes w
She was far too hungry to care about anything else. Starving is pure hell. What was Leven thinking in my past life, going without food for days just to marry Chris? she thought.
Alfred watched her closely, his eyes gleaming. He leaned in slightly and asked in a deep voice, “Hungry!”
Kate nodded eagerly, thinking. Hell yes, I’m starving. Please, just feed me already?
“Want to eat!” he asked again.
She nodded even more vigorously, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. His face was as handsome as ever, and she couldn’t help but swallow hard. Honestly, even if he can’t have sex because of his injury, I could spend the rest of my life just staring at that face, she thought.
Her blatant staring made Alfred’s expression darken. Is she more interested in the food on the table or me” he wondered.
“Kate, get out!” Kyla’s panicked voice called again, clearly terrified that Alfred would lose his temper and drag her into it too.
Alfred’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling as he spoke with a chilling edge. “Throw Kyla out. She’s too damn noisy.
Kyla froze, wide–eyed in disbelief. Before she could protest, two bodyguards grabbed her and started dragging her away
“Mr. Davidson! Mr. Davidson! 1. L. Her voice trailed off as she was hauled outside, not even able to finish her sentence before being unceremoniously thrown ouL
Watching Kyla’s swift removal, Kate instinctively flinched. She recognized that Alfred was ruthless, cold as ice–he didn’t even blink when giving the
order.
Considering what she had done to him, Kate figured she was lucky he hadn’t tossed her out like that too.
“Scared?” Alfred’s lips curved up in a sarcastic smile.
Kate immediately softened her tone. “Look. Mr. Davidson, I know I’ve hurt your pride with what I did, and I’m really, really sorry. I came to apologize before I even had a chance to eat. I just hope you can find in in you to forgive me this time.”
“Forgive you this time? So, you’re planning to screw up again! Alfred’s tone tumed sharp as he glanced at Kate’s bandaged wrist.
“No, no, not Cutting my wrist was agonizing Kate quickly replied.
Alfred scoffed, muttering to himself, Agonizing If it hurt so much, why did you go and pull that stunt right in front of me! You are the only one bold enough to act like a damn fool in my presence.
“I swear, I won’t do anything stupid like that again. I’ve realized how amazing life is, and I really want to live,” Kate said earnestly. After facing death and coming back from it, she cherished life more than ever.
At that moment, the bodyguard who had been sent to fetch the hottest chili came back, holding a plate piled high with chopped peppers. He walked into the pavilion and handed the plate to Alfred. “Mr. Davidson, here’s the chili you asked for.”
“Add it to these dishes,”/
Alfred ordered.
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Watching this unfold, Kate grew anxious. I don’t eat spicy food, babe. But she didn’t dare say it out loud, only watching helplessly as the bodyguard dumped a ridiculous amount of chili into the dishes, the spicy fumes making her sneeze uncontrollably.
“Bring another set of tableware for Mrs. Davidson to join me, Alfred said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Kate’s mouth twitched. Great He’s definitely doing this on purpose. But how does he know I can’t handle spicy food? she wondered.
She glanced at the papers folded on the table next to Alfred and thought to herself, is that my information? Did he have me investigated?
“What were you grinning about just now!” Alfred suddenly asked.
Kate froze. She looked around nervously, too scared to answer, fearing that if she did, he’d force her to eat all that chili.
“Kate.” Alfred called out, his voice low and menacing. If you keep dodging my gaze, you’ll pay for it. His cold words sent a shiver down her spine as she stole a glance at him.
His handsome face was clouded with anger, his eyes sharp and unyielding, his lips pressed into a thin line. He tapped the table lightly with his right hand, the gesture sending waves of tension through the air. His whole demeanor weighed on her like a ton of bricks.
“I saw Kyla acting terrified of you, and I figured she must’ve tried to seduce you and got kicked out of bed Kate suddenly stopped, realizing she might’ve gone too far.
Alfred’s expression darkened with fury. Sering her shrink back, he picked up a spoon and tapped it twice on her head
“Ow!” Kate yelped, rubbing the sore spot, but she didn’t dare complain.
- She just gingerly rouched the spot hed hit, watching him warily
“Do you remember what our relationship is now Alfred asked, his voice calm but dangerous.
Kate nodded quickly “Yeah, I remember. We’re legally married. We’re a real couple
She started rummaging through her pockets, intending to show him their marriage certificate, but came up empty–handed. Where the hell is my marriage license! Did I lose it? Shit, she cursed internally
“I can’t find our marriage license, Kate said, her voice filled with anxiety. I had it with me, and I haven’t changed clothes since I woke up. How the hell could it be missing? Can we get a replacement?
Alfred stayed calm, but his words were cuting “You managed to lose our marriage license? Why don’t you try l
losing yourself while you’re at it?”
“It wasn’t on purpose,” Kate mumbled. “Can we get a new one? Or maybe could I borrow yours to make a copy?” The thought of not having the license made her uneasy.
Alfred tapped her twice more with the spoon, making Kate wince. She shot him a look, her eyes a mix of anger and frustration.
tone cold.
“Do you enjoy it when other women try to seduce your husband?” Alfred suddenly changed the subject, his to
Hmm, how the hell am I supposed to answer that? Kate thought. If I care about you, then yeah, it pisses me off. But if I don’t, then who gives a damn? We might as well just get a divorce! She hesitated, delaying her response.
“Answer mel” Alfred’s voice grew darker, his authority pressing down on her. Being around him always felt like walking on eggshells–he was too unpredictable.
“Do I really have to say it Kate lowered her gaze, not at the floor but at Alfred’s lower body
She wondered. Ever since the car accident, there have been rumors that his injuries left him… not quite a man anymore. If a woman tried to seduce him, could be even do anything about it?
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