His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 33: Possessiveness

Kiana Sutton had a chaotic and bloody dream.

At the beginning of the dream, everything was warm and wonderful; she stood on a ridge, watching a boy surrounded by fields of golden wheat.

The boy was wearing a black little suit, a white shirt, and a red bow tie. His features were so delicately handsome that he looked like a little prince straight out of a comic book.

He held an orange-red violin in his hand and was playing Tartini’s "Devil’s Trill."

Kiana Sutton couldn’t understand violin music, she just knew that he played beautifully.

When the music stopped, the boy smiled and waved at her, "Kiana, come here."

Little Kiana ran toward him with her short legs, laughing, but when she reached him, she saw a mess of corpses—so many little cats and dogs lying sprawled beside him, their bellies split open, blood staining the entire wheat field red.

Ah...

Kiana Sutton jolted awake, drenched in scented sweat, her heart still pounding with lingering fear.

Realizing she’d just been dreaming, she finally let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.

"You’re finally awake."

Hearing a man’s voice, Kiana Sutton jumped in fright, whipping her head around only to see a man sitting in a wheelchair, elegant and refined in appearance.

His hair was long, tied back with a black leather band; atop his nose rested a vintage, silver-chained monocle, and every gesture exuded an aristocratic air.

Kiana was a bit dazed—she didn’t remember knowing anyone like this!

As if he had caught onto her thoughts, the man introduced himself coolly, "My name is Simon Ives, I’m Ethan Sinclair’s friend. When you fainted, both Ethan and I were there, so we brought you here."

It was only then Kiana noticed she was in a hotel room.

So where was Ethan Sinclair?

"With such a big issue in your planning department, there’s no way the CEO Ethan would ignore it."

Kiana bit her lip gently, lowering her eyes.

"You’re really afraid of cats?"

The instant she heard "cat," Kiana’s body trembled slightly, her face visibly pale.

"The cat that scared you is mine. His name’s Blackie. He usually doesn’t jump at people—unless he likes them."

Simon rolled his wheelchair to the bedside, his long, beautiful eyes fixed deeply on Kiana. "Can you tell me why you’re afraid of cats?"

Kiana shook her head, face ashen.

The next moment, the door was pushed open—Ethan Sinclair strode in, face gloomy and terrifying.

Seeing that Kiana was awake, Ethan said to Simon, "Simon, it’s getting late. I’ll have Connor Grant drive you back."

"Okay."

As soon as Connor Grant wheeled Simon out of the room, Julian Garrison called in.

"Simon, is that woman really Ethan’s mute little sweetheart?"

"Like you didn’t already know?"

"Damn, I seriously got blamed for nothing. How was I supposed to know the chick Blackie jumped on was Kiana Sutton? I just helped her up a bit, but Ethan near enough killed me."

The more Julian thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, complaining endlessly, "Did you see his face at that moment? When he made me hand Kiana over, the guy looked terrifying. Fuck, anyone would think I’d pocketed billions of his cash."

Luckily, Julian had answered an agent’s call and made a quick getaway. Otherwise, he had a strong feeling he’d be in serious trouble tonight.

"Hey, what’s with Ethan anyway? Doesn’t he hate Kiana? Why does it feel like his possessiveness over her is so intense? Also... I have to say, Kiana Sutton is really beautiful. No wonder Archie Warren keeps talking about her to me!"

Simon got fed up with Julian’s noisy complaints and just hung up.

As for Ethan Sinclair...

That guy seemed somehow different from before.

In the room.

Kiana looked at Ethan Sinclair, his whole face murderous, not daring to even breathe loudly.

She truly hadn’t expected Ethan to be here tonight, much less that he’d witness Harold Young being caught cheating red-handed.

The air in the room thinned with Ethan’s presence, making it hard for Kiana to breathe. She got out of bed, and with cautious gestures signed, "I... should go home now."

Kiana wanted to leave as soon as possible, but exiting meant passing by Ethan.

Just as she came up beside him, Ethan grabbed her and threw her back onto the bed.

The next second, a crumpled white bit of paper was tossed onto her.

"Did you write this?"

Kiana unfolded it—it was the note she’d written to Harold Young, imitating Winter Sheridan’s handwriting in lipstick.

When Winter Sheridan went to the restroom and everyone was busy drinking, Kiana had snuck the note onto Harold Young’s table, unnoticed.

"You were the one who sent Harold Young’s wife a photo of Harold and Winter Sheridan, got her to catch them in the act too, weren’t you?"

Kiana clenched her jaw, face drained of blood.

How did he know?

He actually knew everything?

Seeing her expression, Ethan Sinclair raged, "You really thought you could hide everything you did? What do you think the hotel security cameras are for? Even if there weren’t cameras, once Harold Young figures out he was set up by you, guess what he’ll do to you?"

Kiana Sutton was still too inexperienced—she’d been so focused on making Harold Young and Winter Sheridan pay, she hadn’t considered the consequences at all.

"An angel’s face but a mind full of schemes, ugly through and through! I put you in the planning department to work, not to stir up trouble!"

Ethan’s words stabbed into Kiana’s chest like a dagger, hurting excruciatingly. Furious, she gestured, "They were the ones bullying me first!"

"So you still don’t think you did anything wrong?"

Kiana didn’t think she was in the wrong. If she kept swallowing the humiliation, they’d only bully her even more.

Ethan saw the stubborn look in her eyes and grew even angrier. "Winter bullied you, you could retaliate. Harold Young covered for Winter, you could get back at him too—but you shouldn’t have dragged Harold Young’s family into it!"

"Harold Young’s daughter has a heart illness. Harold was fighting with his wife over a divorce, and the kid had a heart attack and was rushed to hospital."

Kiana’s face changed drastically. She grabbed Ethan’s hand nervously, desperate to know about the child’s condition.

Ethan jerked her hand away coldly. "Lucky for you the kid’s fine. Otherwise, you’d have indirectly killed an innocent child because of your actions!"

Kiana collapsed onto the bed, trembling in fear just thinking about it.

"If you don’t want to work, just take your tricks and get the hell out of Evercrest Group. Then I won’t have to see you anymore!"

Ethan’s face was full of disgust and impatience. After he left, Kiana hugged herself tightly, unable to stop the tears flowing down her face.

The next day, when Kiana got to work, she heard from Amy Manning that Harold Young and Winter Sheridan were leaving Evercrest Group.

Seeing Kiana’s pale face, Amy consoled, "Kiana, you did great this time. Nobody’ll dare bully you again."