Chapter 4 Greta Wants to Have It

"You're so mad just because of Greta?" The terrible man stroked her waist to retaliate against her biting remark. His fingers groped about to subdue her.

"Kolton, let go of me." Physically sensitive, Elyse couldn't bear such unscrupulous tantalization, especially in the closed dark space. Her senses became very acute, and she couldn't help but tremble. In her desperation, she gnashed her teeth and pushed him, "You're disgusting. Stay away from me."

"Disgusting?" Kolton's eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and dropped the jacket. Elyse finally saw the light. Before she could react, her body was spinning in mid-air.

She was shocked, "What are you doing?"

Kolton carried her to the bathroom, locked the door, and cornered her. His warm breath assailed her neck, and he answered fiercely, "Fulfilling my duty."

He lifted her chin, delighted to see a blush on her fair cheek, "You throw a tantrum as soon as I come back. Isn't it just because of your unsatisfied desire?"

Elyse felt cold all over and shoved him, but to little avail, "Get lost, you make me sick."

"Heh, live with it, you owe me this."

Her lips were pressed. Scorching breath assailed her senses and carried her away...

Late at night, Kolton took a bath, lay down, and claimed suddenly, "We'll go back to the old house tomorrow."

Elyse nodded and replied calmly, "I see."

Kolton looked at her and warned, "I hate people who tell on me. We rarely come back, so don't upset the seniors."

Elyse's heart sank. She wanted to explain that she had never told on him.

But experience told her that Kolton needed no truth. In his mind, she was a viper.

Elyse draped her clothes over her shoulders and turned around so that the frustration on her face could not be seen, "You're aware of the gossip and rumors. Do I even need to tell on you?"

Following her speech, she dragged her sore legs and walked to Greta's room.

The girl was fast asleep and smacking the lips which glistened lovely.

Elyse held her tender body and lay next to her. Her heart finally warmed up again.

The following day saw the family of three returning to the old house. Her mother-in-law, Avery Nash, prepared a hearty meal and could not tear herself away from Greta.

Since the family of three rarely came back, the stern patriarch smiled amiably and praised Elyse for her performance in their family business.

"Thank you for taking care of the company. If we let Kolton mess things up, I won't have a day of peace." Ford Moody complimented Elyse and warned his youngest son.

Kolton simply turned a deaf ear and held his daughter in his arms.

Greta smacked her lips and grabbed his arm eagerly, "Daddy, I want to have fish meat."

As his daughter cried piteously for food like a cute hamster, his heart melted. When he was just about to feed her the crisp fish, his arm was patted.

Elyse snatched his chopsticks, dropped the fish into his bowl, and reproached him with a livid face, "Kolton, Greta can't have fried food."

After a moment of silence, Kolton looked at her coldly and sullenly, "Elyse, do you have to oppose me on such an occasion?"

Was she venting her frustration from yesterday?

Elyse held Greta in her arms and faced him indifferently, "I have nothing to say if you think so."

"Argh!" Kolton was annoyed by her nonchalance. She acted like he was making trouble out of nothing.

A taut thread hung in between the couple. Any carelessness would cause it to break.

Greta gingerly kissed Elyse on the cheek and coaxed her gently, "Mommy, it's me who wants to have it. Don't get mad at daddy."