Ava's POV:
I frowned at her. "You just called me Mrs. Earlton, so do you think I need your permission to see him?"
I snorted and walked past her, got to my car, and drove out.
How badly hurt was he? And from the look on Keren's face, it was obvious she didn't want me to go there.
After a long drive, I parked the car before his mansion and hurried inside.
My steps halted when I spotted Yan by the window, his back facing me as he was having a conversation through the phone.
"Thanks, Keren, I will take care of it."
Why was Keren calling him? Did she call to let him know I was on my way? If she did that, then it only meant they had something to hide.
"I am good; cancel all my meetings tomorrow. The weather won't be good," Yan said and turned to find me.
He didn't look hurt or injured, so what did the kids mean by he was hurt?
"Why are you here?" He questioned me, and I approached him, took a proper look at him, and couldn't spot any injury.
"Those men, did they hurt you?"
"Are you worried about me?" He suddenly changed his tone to a teasing one, and I rolled my eyes.
"I don't give a fuck about you; I just want to make sure you are fine after you saved my kids."
"Our kids, Ava," he corrected.
"I agree that at the beginning I was taken aback by the fact that I have kids, but now I have come to terms with that, and I am willing to protect them till the end."
"Of course, pretend you had no idea about me being pregnant, and I will pretend I care about you." I chuckled and walked to the door. He was fine, so there was no reason for me to stay here.
I stopped on my track and turned to him; he stood there staring at me.
"About Keren…" What was I even trying to ask? He was going to get the wrong idea.
"What about her?" He asked, and I sighed heavily. I wanted to know if they had an affair, but was he going to be honest with me?
"You.."
I was interrupted by loud thunderstorms. I swallowed back my words.
I could hear loud rain outside; why did it have to rain now?
"Forget it," I said and rushed out of the house. I was about to insert my car key when Yan pulled me towards him.
"Do you want to drive under such circumstances?" He scolded, and before I could reply, he dragged me back into the mansion, and we were both soaked in water.
"What do you suggest I do? I need to go home."
"You are home," he stated, and I snorted.
"Go take a warm bath; you know how easily it is for you to catch a cold." Yan said more of an order; at least he remembered that much about me.
And I also didn't want to catch a cold, so I pointed upstairs, "Where is the guest room?"
"Why do you always try to irritate me?" He asked, and I walked past him and went upstairs to his bedroom, and he followed me.
I walked to the bathroom and gave him a warning glare before I closed the door.
After slipping out of my dress, I suddenly realized I don't have another one.
"Uhm, Yan," I called from the door.
"Hmm," he responded.
"What am I going to put on?" I questioned nervously and was already expecting his teasing .
"There is an outfit on the bed," he replied, and I sighed in relief. "Can you please bring it to me?" I extended my hand outside so he could give me.
"Come get it," Yan replied, and my eyes widened in shock. Why was he such a pervert?
"Don't do this, Yan." I was getting angry and didn't want to get angrier than this.
"Fine, tell me something romantic, and I will pass the dress to you," I peeked out of the door, and he stood beside the bed, staring at me.
"Yan, stop."
"If not, you could stay in there forever," he chimed in, and I snorted. It was better I stay in here and wait for my clothes to dry.
But I was starving and tired; I couldn't stay in the bathroom. "Well, thanks for saving the kids."
"I didn't know what to do in order to save them; I was confused."
"In such situations, what should you have done?" Yan asked.
"I am used to solving issues concerning the kids alone, so..."
"What should you have done, Ava?" He wasn't given up with his question, but I knew he was right; if Cynthia hadn't contacted him, then maybe the kids would have been in more danger.
"I should have come to you."
Yan picked the dress on the bed and handed it to me before he left the bedroom; was that what he meant by something romantic?
I snorted and checked the dress; it was a shirt. "Yan!!" I yelled angrily. How could he give me simply a shirt?
There was no response, so I was forced to stay in my wet underwear and put on the shirt before I snuck out of the bedroom.
"He is such a jerk," I scoffed and stood beside the window. The rain was getting worse; how do I get home?
"Coffee?" Yan asked, and I turned to find him holding a tray with two cups of hot coffee.
Then I noticed his gaze on my thighs and quickly sat on the bed, using the duvet to cover my thighs.
He chuckled and placed the coffee on the bedside table, picked up a cup, and shoved towards me, "Exactly how you love it."
I took a look at the coffee before I shoved it back to him. "I don't drink coffee with honey in it."
Yan had a confused look. "Since when?" he asked. It's true, honey in coffee is something we both had in common, but that changed; a lot of things about me changed.
"I am not the old me anymore, Yan; a lot of things about me changed."
"I see," was his short response before he sipped his coffee. It was just us in his place, and I had to admit I was nervous with a lot of dirty thoughts running through my mind.
"I…I will sleep in the sitting room." I stood up with the duvet wrapped around me and walked to the door. Yan held my hand and pulled me towards him; his gaze had darkened as it dissipated so much anger.
"Why do you always annoy me, Ava?"
How was I annoying him? I didn't even do anything. "You are my wife."
Oh, it was about this? "I will work on the divorce process starting tomorrow."
There was no way I was going to stay married to him, and it wasn't even a real marriage; it was all just a sham.
"I dare you to." His words sounded more of a threat. "I will, and your silly threats won't stop me."
To my surprise, he dragged the duvet of my body and said, "Only my wife gets to touch my things; either you admit that you are my wife or you take off my shirt."
Huh?