Deadly Doting Marriage Novel - Chapter 13
Chapter 13: You Don’t Want to Serve Me
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The funds involved in the agreement they just signed amounted to several hundred million dollars, but John paid not much attention to it as he was a multi-billionaire.
He glanced at Karl, who was standing beside him, and said indifferently, “You’ll be working with Ms. Millan on this project after this!”
Karl nodded his head. “Alright, Mr. Lambert!”
Sherri’s face darkened upon hearing that. ‘What’s that supposed to mean? How could he let me work with a mere assistant?’
She grabbed John’s hand and begged, “John, I want to work with you…”
“I don’t have time for that!”
Upon saying that, John shrugged off his hand and left.
Sherri clenched her hands into fists as she watched him leave, her long nails digging deep into her palms that red blood was dripping down her palms.
In the evening, masses of clouds drifted across the sky, and under the glow of the setting sun, they were a fiery red.
It was already six o’clock when John was done with the last meeting of the day.
The office had become quite empty as most of the employees had left.
John looked over at Karl, who then nodded his understanding and called the driver to have the car ready at the entrance of the Lambert Group.
John picked up his suitcase, turned around and went downstairs.
After getting into the car, he cast a glance at the driver and ordered, “Go pick up Kathleen!”
The driver paused for a moment before he said, “Ms. Yates is already home!”
John raised his brows upon hearing that. “Go home then!”
As usual, the driver drove back to Lambert’s residential villa.
John got out of the car and headed straight to the living room.
Barkley, the butler, went up to him, took over his suitcase and greeted respectfully, “Young Master, welcome home!”
“Where’s Kathleen?”
“Ms. Yates is doing chores in the maid’s room.”
John went to the maid’s room and saw Kathleen inside.
The slender figure was sitting in front of a bucket, wringing out a cleaning cloth and wiping away the dust on furniture.
When she caught sight of John, she rose to her feet and said, “Young Master!”
John replied indifferently, “Come with me!”
Kathleen left the cleaning cloth in the bucket before she washed her hands and followed him to the study.
John removed his prosthetic leg in the study and passed it to Kathleen, who then skillfully began the process of cleaning and disinfecting the prosthetic leg.
Her long hair fell over her forehead as she kept her head low, adding a playful touch to her and enhancing her comely features.
John grabbed her hand and pulled her in until she was sitting on his lap.
Kathleen looked up at him and muttered, “Young Master, I’m done disinfecting…”
John lifted her chin and stared deeply into her eyes. “Why do you look so disappointed every day? You don’t want to serve me?”
Kathleen turned her head away. “I do not look disappointed!’
“You’d better not!” John sneered, “Don’t forget that I ended up like this all because of your father! You have to take care of this leg for the rest of your life until I die!”
Kathleen looked up at him and remained silent, just like what she had always done.
“Say something! Why aren’t you saying anything?” John felt like ripping her apart as he stared into her stubborn eyes. “Tell me if you’ve got any complaints! Say it!”
“I don’t have any complaints. So long as you’re happy, you can treat me however you like,” Kathleen answered, her face remained impassive.
John pushed her to the floor and yelled, “Get out!”
Kathleen glanced over him, turned around and left, as she was told.
John burst out in rage. He picked up a cup on the table and threw it hard onto the floor.
The delicate teacup instantly broke into pieces with a loud crash.
Blue veins on his forehead were grotesquely protruding, and he looked like an angry beast.
He hated himself for being unable to control his temper.
He was always angry in front of the girl, for he resented her father for causing him to lose a leg.
On top of that, he resented her indifferent and stubborn attitude toward him.
He forbade her to treat him like that. He wanted to rule her life. Furthermore, he wanted her world to only revolve around him.
He would lose control every time she shot him a disdainful look.
Barkley heard the noise from downstairs and hurried toward the study. “Young Master, is something wrong?”
Seeing the grim expression on John’s face, Barkley dared not say anything further. He crouched down and began cleaning up the broken pieces of the teacup on the floor.
John felt extremely annoyed with himself. ‘What is wrong with me? Why did I become the way I am now?’
Moments later, he looked up and said with just a touch of coldness in his voice, “Get the car ready!”
Before Barkley left, he nodded his head and said, “Okay, I’ll inform the driver now.”
After he had left, John put on the prosthetic leg and went downstairs in large strides.
The driver had already parked the car outside the living room. When he caught sight of John, he dutifully opened the door for him. “Young Master, where do you want to go?”
John did not say anything as he got into the car.
The driver dared not ask him again as he peered up at the expression on John’s face. He had no choice but to drive to the bar where John frequently visited.
Wild Encounter Bar was the biggest bar in Hillford. It had a thriving business and lots of customers.
John would come to this place to drink with Carlos and Erwin every time he felt upset or depressed.
The driver had picked him up from the bar several times before, so he knew a little something about it.
When the car arrived at the bar’s entrance, John tugged his tie loose, got out of the car and went inside the bar.
He walked up to the bar counter and said to the bartender, “Get me a few glasses of whiskey!”
Seeing that it was John, the bartender asked, “Welcome, Mr. Lambert! Are you here alone?”
However, John went straight to his private room without saying anything.
The bartender soon prepared the three glasses of whiskey and served them to John, who then picked up one glass and finished it.
He then gulped down three glasses of whiskey in one sitting.
