"G-GIDEON!" I muttered when Gideon grabbed me in the arm and placed me at his side.
He didn't give me a glance as his eyes stayed on Charlie.
"What are you doing with my wife, Charlie?" Gideon asked in a dark voice. "Didn't I ask you to stay away from her?"
"I saw your wife throwing up, Gideon," Charlie answered with the same dangerous voice as Gideon. "I just helped her. If you don't want to see you with another man, then you should've never left her side."
I could feel the tension between the two men. I knew Gideon hated his brother. But Charlie... this is the first time I've seen him with this expression on his face.
"G-Gideon... Charlie just helped me." I grabbed his left arm. "Let's go..."
I knew Gideon wouldn't make a scene here. And Charlie... he's never violent, but he's very perceptive. I didn't want him to notice anything.
Gideon's left arm snaked to my waist. "The next time I see you near my wife, you know what I'd do, Charlie." He gritted his teeth before pulling me away.
"Gideon..." Charlie muttered coldly, making both Gideon and I stop.
"Did you hurt Bianca?"
I felt like my heart had stopped beating in my chest.
Gideon dropped his hand that was on my waist and turned around to face Charlie.
"Me? Hurting Bianca?" Gideon let out a dark chuckle. "Do you really think I'll be able to do that to my pregnant wife?"
"Why don't we ask your wife?" Charlie replied, his voice challenging the man in front of him.
Charlie, please stop.
I shut my eyes for a moment before I turned around. I never dared look at Charlie. I was afraid that my eyes would give me away.
Gideon turned to me. He was smiling. But I knew what he really meant with that smile. "Did I ever hurt you, Bianca?"
I shook my head. "No. You never hurt me, Gideon."
Gideon drew his gaze back to his brother. "See? I never hurt Bianca. Tell me, Charlie? Why are you doing this?" Gideon smirked evilly. "You still can't accept that Bianca chose me over you, can you?"
"Shut it, Gideon. This is not about that."
This time, I couldn't help but glance at Charlie. He clenched his fist as he stared coldly at his brother.
"Just remember this, Gideon. The moment I learn you are hurting your wife, you don't want to know what I'd do to you." Charlie said as he walked away from us.
My eyes widened as I followed Charlie's back. What did he mean by that?
"What did you tell Charlie?" Gideon whispered through gritted teeth as he dragged me to the exit of the hotel.
"I didn't tell him anything, Gideon." I gulped. "Are we going home now?"
I felt his grip tighten on my waist. "We no longer have business here."
I anxiously looked at him. His face was grim. "B-but we haven't said our goodbye to your mother."
"I'll just call her later."
We were nearing the exit when Amelia saw us.
"Where are you two going?"
"We're already heading home, Mom." Gideon flashed his mother a smile. "Bianca was already tired. She needs rest." I felt him caress my arm.
"Oh. Take care, dear."
Amelia gave me a peck on the cheek before she let us go.
Our whole ride to our home was quiet. I gulped as I saw Gideon gritting his teeth as he gripped hard on the steering wheel.
"Gideon, slow down..." I said, nervous about how fast he drives and with his grim expression.
"Shut up, Bianca," he barked, throwing me a dark look.
"Now, tell me. What did you two really do there?" he asked me the moment we entered our house.
"Nothing, Gideon." I answered as I sat on the couch, taking off my shoes. "He just helped me. Like what he said to you." As soon as I took off my shoes, I stood up. "I'll head to our room."
"We're not yet done." In an instant, he was already in front of me. "What did you tell him?"
"Nothing, Gideon. I didn't tell him anything."
"Stop lying to me, Bianca." He gritted his teeth.
I swallowed. "I'm telling the truth, Gideon. I didn't tell Charlie anything. But he saw a bruise on my pulse." I showed him my left wrist.
He grabbed my wrist and looked at me with slanted eyes. "You let him touch you?"
"I…" I didn't manage to finish when he dragged me to the wall. My back touched the cold wall.
"Don't lie to me, Bianca. What did you tell him?" he asked. His dark eyes zeroed in on me. His jaw clenched hard.
"G-Gideon, I'm not lying. Let go. I'm hurting."
My eyes widened when he gripped my mouth, forcing it to open. "You will really get hurt if you won't be honest with him." He warned. "I repeat, Bianca. What. Did. You. Tell. Him?"
I blinked back the tears in the corner of my eyes. "I said nothing."
"I know you still love him, Bianca.” He smirked evilly. "Did you tell him that, huh? Did you tell him you missed him? Did you tell him he's the father of your fucking baby?"
A tear fell from my eyes as I felt pain in my mouth.
He's really a devil! "You're right! I still love Charlie." I answered him as I gritted my teeth. "But I didn't tell him anything, Gideon. I didn't tell him that you only forced me to marry you… and that he's the father of my baby!" I looked at him, my eyes burning in fury.
"Now, let go of me, you devil! B-because if something happens to my child, I will hurt you, Gideon."
His grip tightened as he dragged me away from the wall.
"Before you do that, I'd hurt you first, bitch," he said, before pushing me down to the carpeted floor.
My back hit something hard. A wince escaped me.
"You know I hate it when you talk back to me."
I didn't answer. I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth and listened to his footsteps as he walked away from me.
When I opened my eyes, Gideon was already gone. I slowly stood up... but then my eyes widened in panic when I saw blood gushing out of my legs.
"My baby... No..."