Poison and Passion

Chapter 18

Arthur's PoV

Everyone except my father sat for dinner. He had a meeting with his friend.

Something is wrong with her. She isn't behaving her usual self today.

She is doing it again, she is eating at a breakneck pace.

"Brother Arthur, can we go shopping tomorrow?" Rebecca asked.

"We?" I asked.

"I and your wife," she said. Should I allow them?

I looked at my wife, she didn't say anything but smiled at Rebecca.

"I will accompany you," I said. It is better if I go with them for security purposes.

Rebecca and my wife looked at me suspiciously. I ignored their grazes.

"Okay, after shopping I have to meet him. You wouldn't mind waiting?" Rebecca asked.

"Meet who?" Marcus asked instantly. He probably isn't aware. He wasn't present when our father announced her marriage.

"My groom," she replied.

"You are just twenty-two, that is no age to get married," he said.

"You knew about this?" he directed the next question to me.

"It wasn't my decision, it was father's," I replied. He wasn't pleased with my answer.

"You got married at twenty," Rebecca interrupted. She is doing it again. When she can't handle people's interference, she pokes their sensitive topics to piss them off.

"Don't Rebecca," Marcus sternly warned her.

"Don't flatter yourself with fake concern for me. We both know there is nothing you can do and nothing brother can do about it," Rebecca argued back.

"Stop it, Rebecca," I said. She is pushing my buttons.

"Why? Are you ashamed of the fact that you can't go against our father? I begged you. I begged you to get me out of this marriage arrangement. But what did you say? Should I remind you?" She is crossing all the limits. My patience is running out.

"Ouch," my wife screamed, holding her stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning to her.

"My stomach is hurting," she said. This time, I couldn't figure out if it was a lie or if she was telling the truth. She did have painful expressions. Probably indigestion.

"Let's go to the medic," I said, standing up and forwarding my hand.

"I can't get up, it hurts," she cried in pain.

I couldn't think of another solution, so I pulled her chair back and picked her up in my arms.

It will take time for the medic to reach here, and take her for examination.

She didn't protest at all. Is she really in pain or is it another trick of hers?

I went to the medical room and lay her on the bed carefully.

As soon as I put her on the bed, she sat upright. She was smiling.

The medic came rushing to check on her, but I sent him outside the room. There were only two of us in the room.

"Seriously?" I couldn't believe I fell for such mediocre acting.

"Seriously," she replied smiling.

"Why did you do that?" I questioned.

"Because my feet were aching and I didn't want to walk to my room," she said with an innocent expression. The elevator is closer to the medic room. I couldn't believe her.