MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 33

Ann’s POV

I try to shut the door in his face, but he stops me by sticking his leg in and restricting the door from closing.

In frustration, I leave the door and rush in, falling onto the bed.
I am on the verge of tears right now.

Everyone will look at me differently now, including Mark, the other Chef, and the other women who used to hold me in high regard because of the guards always swarming around me.

The worst part is the fact that I might not be able to go back there again.

Vincete has ruined it all. I should have known he would do this the moment he mentioned something against the academy.

He disapproves of it, and now he has indirectly ruined it for me.
“Ann.”

“Go out, please. I don't want to see or talk to you right now.”

Silence falls. I'm not sure if he has taken any steps, but I am not curious to know. I just want to bury my face here for as long as possible.

“You don't want to know what he said or why I did that?”

“Does it matter?” I retort back sharply.

The deed is already done. Even if Mark had done something wrong, the fact that Vince had hit him first is enough to get people on Mark’s side.

They all like him. They love his flirty personality, but I don't.

“It does if it has to do with you,” he mutters calmly, forcing me to push myself back up to face him.

“What do you mean?” I ask immediately, but he shakes his head and murmurs as expected.

“Nothing.”

“Did he tell you he likes me?” This is the only reason I can think of, or maybe Mark disrespected me.

Mark already told me that, but I told him I wasn't interested. All I wanted was to learn what he had to offer me. All I wanted was for my dream to come true.

Vince's eyes widen on me.

“Is that why you hit him, Vince?” He doesn't reply, but apparently, that is it.

“I like him…” The rage is back on his face. “...because he is my chef. Our chef. Why would you do something like that? He is a friend too. Can't I be friends with other people?”

He gulps. “He was staring lustfully at you. He was practically stripping you naked with his eyes, Ann. You expect me to stay calm that way?”

If I weren't in a sour mood right now, I would have laughed at his narration.

That is Mark’s personality. I wouldn't deny that.

“He is just a friend,” I say softly, hoping he will be convinced that he really is. Mark and I met as a friend before he became my chef.
Vince is looking everywhere but at me.

He seems embarrassed by what happened and doesn't know how to apologise for his actions.

I always forget the kind of man he is. Soft-spoken but ill-tempered to everyone else but me.

The only time Vince was mad at me was when he found out I knew Dante, who had a connection with the Silicones.

And a Mafia at that.

The moment the police arrived and left almost immediately, without Vince following them, I remembered who he indeed was.

A Mafia.

I sigh.

Now, I am still trying to figure out what to do. I'm not sure I can go back there, and I'm not sure everything will be the same.