Chapter 25
“Mrs. Sinclair, we’ve straightened up the bedroom. Call us if you need anything else,” the maid told Anathea.
Anathea nodded slightly in response. When the maids left, she opened the bedroom door.
It had been a month since she’d last stayed at the Sinclair residence. She recalled how Gregory had left her alone in the room after
he’d gotten a text from Natalie and rushed to the airport to pick up the latter. After that, he hadn’t come home for the night.
Anathea had even had to cover up for him when Brisa had asked about it, saying he’d gone to take care of urgent matters at the
company. Anathea had known that he was catching up with Natalie, rekindling old sparks and setting sheets ablaze with their
passion and yearning.
Anathea figured Gregory wouldn’t return to the Sinclair residence for the night. He was likely guarding Natalie’s bedside and
nursing her injuries. He probably wouldn’t let anyone else take care of his precious first love.
She couldn’t care less where he spent the night as long as he didn’t bother her.
It was getting late. Anathea loosened her hair from its updo before entering the bathroom to wash up. When she was done, she
realized she’d forgotten to bring her pajamas into the bathroom with her.
She stared at the door, feeling conflicted. Then again, she doubted the maids would barge into her bedroom unannounced.
She got over her dilemma and opened the bathroom door with only a towel wrapped around her. But she’d only just stepped out
when the bedroom door swung open, and a pair of long legs came into her line of vision.
Anathea went still. Her gaze trailed up those long legs and met Gregory’s.
What was he doing at home? A baffled look flickered in Anathea’s eyes. Unfortunately, she was bare under the towel and started
to feel self–conscious under Gregory’s assessing gaze.
Nonetheless, she regained her composure within seconds. She wasn’t completely naked; the towel was long enough to reach past
her thighs, ensuring nothing inappropriate showed. She’d only come off as awkward if she shied away from Gregory’s gaze.
With that in mind, she ignored Gregory and padded to the closet to grab her pajamas.
Her fingers had barely grazed the fabric of her pajamas when a towering silhouette materialized before her, its shadow looming
over her. Before she could respond, Gregory had pinned her against the frosted glass of the enamel–paned window.
The moment Anathea’s back hit the cold glass, her eyes widened. Startled as she was, she placed a hand on Gregory’s chest
defensively and asked, “Can I help you?”
Shouldn’t he be with Natalie? What was he doing back here?
Besides, he stood only a mere hand’s breadth away from her, close enough for her to pick up on the crisp pine scent of his
cologne. The scent was masculine, which suited his cold and domineering demeanor.
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“Do you think it’s fun to play dumb right now, Anathea?” Gregory demanded, narrowing his eyes as he pinched her chin. “Don’t pretend you didn’t tell Grandma to summon me home.”
When had she done such a thing? Anathea was confused.
Was Brisa angry that Gregory hadn’t returned to the Sinclair residence with Anathea and decided to needle him over the phone?
Was that why he was so incensed?
Still, even if Gregory showed Brisa respect under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t do her bidding unless he felt like it.
Noticing Anathea’s mind had wandered elsewhere, Gregory pinched her chin even harder. “So, you had Grandma call me and
demand I come back here, and then I walk in to find you parading around the bedroom in nothing but a towel. Do you expect me
to believe you didn’t set this whole thing up?”
Even though Anathea thought she wasn’t revealing anything despite wearing only a towel, she’d honestly forgotten how
attractive her figure was.
Although the towel reached past her thighs, her proportions were modelesque, and her long, slender legs were nothing short of a
siren’s call.
Gregory snorted and said sarcastically, “You refused to let me touch you before, remember? And now here you are, stooping to
new lows in hopes of getting me to sleep with you. It makes me wonder what other shameless lengths you’re willing to go to just
to bait me,
Anathea.”
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