Ice and Fire novel Chapter 702

"An ordinary employee? Then why would go out of his way just to save an ordinary employee, even putting his neck on the line that he literally got injured for that? And in return, I donated blood to save him! Is that what you mean by a normal relationship between a boss and an ordinary employee?" inquired Greg nonchalantly. He had frozen entirely with anger, and even the beautiful, affable woman sitting right next to him couldn't melt the icey layer that had now encrusted his heart in a flash without prior warning.

"So what explanation do you want from me?" asked Violet calmly. She hadn't expected that her first quarrel with Greg after marriage would arise so soon and escalate by petty altercations. Did Greg distrust her? Or was he merely oversensitive? Greg knew she once worked in the GR Group before they got married, and he also knew Roger got injured while trying to save her. If he couldn't accept all those things, why did he marry her? And she would not have promised to marry him so easily if she had known that he would care so much about those things! She loved Greg very much, and she was willing to do everything for him. Even without sentimental endorsements of love and an extravagant wedding ceremony, Violet was romantic in her own authentic way. All that she wanted was to be with Greg. She had quite a deal of scars on her skin, but Greg didn't care about all those blemishes. She had been confident, in him she had found a man who looked beyond those little imperfections. She believed Greg was a real gentleman who loved her for the beautiful, courageous and unpretentious person she was. It always moved her heart to know she had such a rare gem of a man for love. Counting herself fortunate in a world where heartache and pain were almost synonymous with relationships, indeed, she counted herself lucky to have Greg. For him, she had inwardly vowed to be the very best could. Priceless love, they had together. That's what she had always told herself.

But what was happening now? What the hell was going on? He was angry with her. He didn't trust her. His expression, his eyes, and even his tone of speech told her that he didn't love her as much as she had thought.

While she struggled with this deluge of thoughts, Greg sat there, quiet as a mouse left forlorn of hope. He didn't know what explanation he wanted either. He just knew he was mad at Roger's leering eyes and attitude towards Violet.

Although the sky was clear, the air inside the car felt like an ominous cloud hung in above, threatening to erupt in a furious storm. Getting increasingly frustrated by Greg's detached demeanor, Violet decided to let him be.

At that moment, Violet then took the dessert bag from the back seat and unbuckled her seat belt. "I'll go to Uncle Mond's house alone," she declared.

Without another word, she got off the car, walked a few steps and waved down a taxi.

As Greg watched the taxi drive away, he didn't know what to do, but he was sure, it would be no use trying to catch up with Violet at the moment. He needed time for navel-gazing. maybe that would calm him down.

When she got off at Mond's home, her thoughts wandered off as she pressed the doorbell. It was only when she saw the nanny who answered coming out of the villa that she broke out of her reverie.

"Hello," cheerfully, Violet greeted.