Chapter Twenty-One: An Agreement
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Lyndsay felt restless after returning to her room.
She felt that it really wasn’t healthy for her and Marcus to stay under the same roof.
Why did it seem like he was the one angry at her when he was clearly the one at fault?
She had already thought about confessing everything to Tristan… but she hesitated because she noticed there was also a cold war between the brothers.
She didn’t want to add more problems.
They weren’t close as siblings.
And from what she could see, there was something deep-rooted behind it.
Honestly, whenever Tristan looked at Marcus, she could see anger in his eyes.
Based on the way they acted around each other, they definitely weren’t okay.
No wonder Tristan hadn’t invited anyone from his family to their wedding.
Actually… she still couldn’t understand why even his grandfather and mother hadn’t attended their wedding day.
Wouldn’t it have been nice if at least one of them had shown up?
This family was so strange.
It was as if… they were all hiding too many secrets.
She stayed inside her room the entire day.
She didn’t want to run into Marcus or Vanessa.
Whenever she faced those two, she felt like she was dancing over burning coals.
She was also feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous, so she asked her mother-in-law if the maid could just bring her meals to her room instead.
That was what happened during lunch and dinner—the maid delivered her food upstairs.
It was still the effect of her pregnancy cravings.
As night fell, she remembered that Tristan would probably be coming home soon.
She decided to take a shower first and change into her sleepwear.
She still wanted to look presentable in Tristan’s eyes all the time.
She wore a matching cotton pajama set and blouse for comfort.
After getting dressed, she applied her favorite perfume and lotion.
She even lightly dusted some face powder on to freshen herself up.
Even with her simple appearance, there was no denying Lyndsay’s beauty.
She had a gentle face—the kind of beauty that never got tiring to look at.
The kind that only became more beautiful the longer you stared at it.
She had just finished getting ready when she glanced at the time.
It was already 8:00 p.m., but Tristan still wasn’t home.
She tried calling him, but his phone was out of coverage.
She forced herself to calm down.
Why did she seem so worried about her stranger husband?
She lay down on the soft bed to relax herself.
Hugging a pillow tightly, she shifted into a more comfortable position.
Before she realized it, she had already fallen asleep.
Lyndsay didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but she suddenly stirred awake when she felt something brushing against her cheek.
The moment she opened her eyes, her heart nearly leaped out of her rib cage when she recognized the person in front of her.
It was Marcus.
And he was slightly drunk.
She immediately jolted upright from the bed.
“Marcus… get out. What are you doing here?!” Lyndsay stammered anxiously.
“Lyndsay, why did you really come back? What… to blame me? Yeah… you probably came back just to blame me!”
Marcus spoke between hiccups.
Oh no… he was definitely drunk.
“Please, Marcus, for God’s sake… please leave. My husband will be home soon, and I don’t want him seeing you here!”
she said softly but firmly.
At this point, she might really be forced to run out of the room herself.
Tristan could arrive any moment now, and she didn’t want him misunderstanding the situation if he found his brother inside her bedroom.
Oh my God… she had to think of a way to make Marcus leave.
She suddenly remembered the time Marcus got drunk back when they were still together.
It had been exactly like this.
He wouldn’t stop bothering her after one of their fights until she finally talked to him.
Good heavens… she just hoped the brothers wouldn’t run into each other while Marcus was still here.
If that happened, how would she even explain this to her husband?
“Come on, Lyndsay… why do I feel like you’re avoiding me? Is it because of my brother? Because he’s the one you love now?” Marcus said drunkenly as he staggered closer to her.
“Marcus, leave now! If you don’t leave, I’ll be the one leaving this room. Or I’ll scream so your wife can hear that you’re here!” she threatened.
She was already feeling dizzy, but she would force herself to get out before Marcus did something reckless.
She didn’t want to attract everyone’s attention.
Please… she didn’t want trouble.
“Tell me, Lyndsay. Isn’t all of this just an act? You’re here because of me. I’m not happy, Lyndsay. I’m not happy with Vanessa… I still love you!”
“Please, Marcus, let’s talk some other time—not now. You’re drunk. Please… I’m begging you. I don’t want any trouble. Your brother might misunderstand if he sees you here,” she pleaded desperately.
She had never seen Tristan truly angry before.
And… she didn’t want to.
“Fine… fine, sweetheart. But promise me you’ll talk to me… just the two of us?”
Lyndsay became conflicted about whether she should agree or not.
But in the end, she said yes because she could tell Marcus wouldn’t leave without reassurance that she would talk to him alone.
Maybe that was exactly what they both needed.
Closure.
So everything could finally end and she could truly start over.
So her past would stop haunting her.
“Okay… fine. I promise,” Lyndsay answered.
She only hoped she had made the right decision.
Lyndsay felt like she was no longer used to lying to Tristan.
It was as though she was trapped between two colliding rocks.
She knew there was still something she needed to finish before her heart could finally move on from all the pain of yesterday.
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