Chapter 5 Aren't You Embarrassed?

Warren's jaw tightened as he felt anger that he couldn't quite put his finger on burning inside his chest. Somehow, Skye's current obedient and submissive demeanor irritated him more than her old arrogant and domineering self that he used to remember. She called, "Mr. Whitley?" Clenching the key, he took a deep breath before handing it to her. She wasn't expecting this at first. Then, she bowed and reached out both hands to receive it with a wary look on her face. He narrowed his eyes. If his memory served, she had slender and fair fingers. She often wore colorful nail polish and decorated her nails with rhinestones and sequins, but now, her hands were covered in calluses. She didn't dare to touch him with her bloodied hands. Therefore, she only grabbed the other side of the key and pulled it out of his hand cautiously. Once it was done, she thanked him, turned around, and tried to flee the scene with Scott in tow. "Not so fast." His words startled her. Her body went rigid before she tilted her head to him and asked, "Anything else?" "Let's talk somewhere else." She was confused for a moment. Is that a joke? Two years ago, she had tried countless times to have a proper conversation regarding their marriage with him. And how did he respond to my request every time? He would lose patience soon after she said something before he started to find excuses, such as he was late to work or was meeting Matilda. He used to avoid me as if I were the plague. What could he possibly want now after all these years? "If you have something to tell me, just say it here." "I'm not asking for your opinion." He strode toward her and draped his coat over her shoulders without any explanation. Skye raised her hand to refuse Warren's gesture, but he grabbed her wrist forcefully. "Where do you think you're going half-naked? Aren't you embarrassed about that?" His words angered her, and all those emotions she worked hard to keep at bay finally took over. "If I'm to be embarrassed about that, it's my own image that I'm ruining. What does it have to do with you? At best, you're just my ex-husband. What right do you have to interfere? Come on! Let me go already!" He refused to let go, even as she struggled or struck him. He even raised her wrist higher and sneered. "Now you've stopped pretending? Weren't you pretty good at that just a moment ago?" His harsh words pained her, and tears welled up in her eyes. Furious, she didn't care if her words stepped on his toes. "F*ck you!" His expression turned cold. "Come again?" "I said, f*ck you!" She didn't care if she worsened the situation. "I'm always an uncouth woman to you. Now, you've gotten what you wanted, so why are you complaining?" "You—" "Warren!" Matilda got out of the car timely and grabbed his arm. Her voice was soft and her tone gentle. "It's natural for Skye to throw a tantrum, considering she's just been released, only to find out about the accident that happened to her family. Please don't make things difficult for her for my sake." Skye's gaze fell on their intertwined arms for a few seconds before looking away calmly without a word. He was slightly calmer, with Matilda standing next to him. He had never treated Skye with such tenderness before. After scolding Warren, Matilda turned to educate Skye. "Skye, even if you're angry, you shouldn't insult Warren. You must apologize to him." Skye almost sneered at that. I haven't seen her in two years, but it seems like she has become better at putting on the nice and innocent girl act. Deliberately ignoring Matilda, Skye twisted her wrist and firmly spoke, "Let me go, Mr. Whitley. Otherwise, I'll resort to violence." He tightened his grasp as a sarcastic smile formed on his lips. "What can you possibly do in that state? Ouch! D*mn it, Skye!" As she bit his hand, he shouted her name angrily and shoved her away in pain. She stumbled backward. Then, she wiped the blood off the corner of her lips before she turned to leave. Before she could make it far, she felt a hand wrapped around her waist, and the next moment, he was carrying her on his shoulder. She was hanging on his shoulder upside down. Gripping the hem of his shirt, she cried up in fear, "What are you doing, Warren?" He walked briskly toward the car. Ethan quickly opened the backdoor for him, and he threw her into the backseat, not caring if it would hurt her. Skye's head hit the other door. Her phone flew out of her pocket and fell under the seat. It was the most valuable item she possessed at the moment. Worried that it was damaged in the process, she immediately bent down to retrieve it. "Warren." Matilda, who remained outside the car, didn't dare protest outright. She clenched her fists desperately, yet she put on a friendly face and said, "Stop picking on Skye. She's facing a difficult situation at the moment. Just let them go." Warren was staring at the bite mark on his hand. He paid no attention to her words. She indeed isn't all bark and no bite. She could've bitten my hand off if I hadn't stopped her in time. After picking up her phone, Skye fumbled for the door handle, but the car was locked. Since Warren was distracted, she held her breath and tried to sneak past him. However, as soon as her head poked out, he pushed her back to the seat with one hand. Her eyes turned red with emotions, and she kicked her legs, hopping in the seat like a hare as she struggled to escape. He grabbed her waist and got into the car with a frown. He put both arms around her waist to restrict her movement. He also put a hand on her mouth as he learned from the mistake he made a few moments ago. Turning his head toward Matilda, he told her, "You can take a cab home." Matilda suggested, "I'll go with you—" "Ethan," he instructed the other man. "Bring Scott over." She fell silent. Ethan forcefully dragged Scott and pushed him into the passenger seat at Warren's command. He even closed the back door for Warren. The Maybach was designed for five-seaters, yet it couldn't fit one more Matilda. Before getting into the car, Ethan nodded at her politely and finally drove away. She stood there watching the car go, her face livid. ... Goodwill Apartment. Warren carried Skye under his arm and covered her mouth with another hand when he got out of the car. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the building. His apartment unit was his private domain, or rather, the couple's nest that he shared with Matilda. One specific memory was deeply ingrained in Skye's mind. It happened in the first year of their marriage. There was one time when Matilda purposefully showed off her amethyst bracelet to Skye when Skye already received the exact same thing from Warren before. Enraged, she slapped Matilda, and Warren happened to witness that. As a result, he gave her the silent treatment for three months. Back then, she loved him so much that she threw her dignity away. She couldn't bear his cold shoulder, so she prepared breakfast and came to his place to offer him the olive branch. After knocking on the door a few times, Matilda finally answered it. She was dressed in a red lace nightgown, and her damp hair was draped over her shoulders. Her lips were red after being abused by kisses. Warren, in his pajamas, turned up in the corridor with a cup of coffee, asking her who the visitor was. It was a scene Skye would never forget. Once she had calmed down, he finally released her, allowing her to land safely on the ground. He adjusted his sleeves before saying, "You and your brother can stay here for now. I'll—" "I'm not staying here!" Warren's patience bottomed out. "Stop being so obstinate, Skye." He couldn't care less about her well-being if it wasn't for the fact that they were formerly married. Matilda's perfume permeated the air. Every time Skye took a breath, she felt as though a dagger was piercing her lungs. How could I be so blind? She always knew Warren and Matilda were deeply in love, yet she pretended to be oblivious to it and tried so hard to turn his head. Regretful tears pricked her eyes as she announced, "Warren, I won't deny that my persistent pursuit in the past had caused you a lot of trouble. But now, we're divorced, and I no longer have those feelings for you. Just continue your life with Matilda and stay out of my business." He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a neutral expression. "Can you afford another place? Where will you stay if you don't stay here?" "In the park or on the footbridge. Anywhere but here." "Fine. As you wish." He was smiling. Yet, the smile didn't reach his eyes. "You sure got a backbone, Miss Crawford." She looked down, hiding the hurtful expression that threatened to emerge. At last, she took Scott's hand, walked past Warren, and headed toward the exit. "Skye!" Warren turned in their direction and warned sternly, "Once you leave the house, never come back to me for help." She answered by slamming the door shut.