Chapter 446 - Returning Slowly

Anne woke up from her sleep when the sun was high. After marrying Alan, this was the first time she could sleep very soundly without any disturbance from the man. When she opened her eyes, she did not find Alan beside her, her eyes actually caught the appearance of a black shopping bag on the dining table. Half sleepy, Anne got out of bed and approached the dining table to find out the contents of the bag that caught her attention. She almost screamed when she saw the contents of the bag she had taken out.

"Do you like it?"

Alan's baritone voice was clearly heard by Anne who was hugging the cell phone case she had just taken out of the black bag on the table.

"I-is this is for me?"

historical

"Yes, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to have a cell phone," Alan answered casually.

"I like it, but..."

Alan frowned. "But what?"

"But honestly, I'd rather have my old phone back."

As soon as Anne finished speaking, the dark aura from Alan returned. The man stared at her without blinking, with a glint of anger in his beautiful eyes. "I won't allow that to happen, Anne."

"Why?" asked Anne boldly.

"You're Mrs. Clarke right now and you don't need the phone back, there's no point in you connecting with those people in England. You're going to live with me in Luxembourg, you haven't forgotten that, have you?" Alan asked back.

"I need to socialize, Alan, you can't restrain me like this," replied Anne, her voice rising.

Alan, who realized that Anne was angry, then stepped closer to the woman who had just woken up. Her eyes that were still droopy made her look even more beautiful. She had a natural beauty that made Alan crazy of course.

"I'm not forbidding you to socialize, Anne, not at all. I'm actually glad you did that, because it's good for you. As Mrs. Clarke, you do have to make a quality friendship and that's all you can do when we get home later," said Alan flatly when he was already standing so close to Anne, that if Anne wasn't still holding the black bag containing the cell phone, they would be touching by now.

"I have friends in London, I still have..."

"Ah, your friends in London! I see.... now come with me." Alan immediately cut Anne's words and led the woman to walk to the bed. He sat her on the bed where they had messed up, after that he grabbed his smart tablet and played with his fingers slowly until he finally handed the tablet to Anne.

"Look."

With a little confusion, Anne accepted the tablet. Her eyes stared intently at Alan who was still smiling at her.

"All your questions will be answered by looking at the tablet, Anne." Alan ordered Anne to avert her eyes from the tablet she was holding.

Intrigued by the contents of the tablet in her hand, Anne immediately shifted her gaze from Alan to the black smart tablet. Her eyes were opened wide when she saw the photos that appeared on the smart tablet.

"Linda and her husband are now owners of several large flower shops in London, including your little flower shop. They are currently very busy with their business and my men have also informed them that you have dropped out of college. Apart from Linda and Paul, you don't have any other friends, Anne, so you don't need your old cell phone that I've thrown away."

"You got rid of it?"

"Yes, because you don't need it," Alan replied confidently.

Anne's hands trembled when she heard the last sentence that escaped Alan's lips.

"Besides," added Alan "your new phone is much more sophisticated than your old one, honey, so there's no reason to turn it down, right?"

Anne's tears suddenly rolled down her face as she recalled the only historical photo of her with Jack at the York Minster that was on her old cell phone. Her chest tightened at the memory. Filled with outrage, Anne suddenly gained the courage to throw her hand towards Alan's face with full strength.

"You're presumptuous, Alan! Who gave you permission to get rid of that cell phone? You have no right to throw away my personal belongings like this," Anne shrieked loudly.

Anne forgot that at the moment, Erick was there to help her, so actually all she needed was a cell phone and it didn't matter if it was an old phone or a new one. However, when she heard that Alan had thrown away her old cell phone, Anne's emotions rose again. Her blood was boiling because she was very upset. She did not accept that her only beautiful memory with Jack, whom she loved so much, was destroyed by Alan. It was like Alan destroyed any hope for her future at the moment.

The heat from Anne's slap did not make Alan angry. He stayed calm even when he could taste the blood flowing in his mouth. Anne's slap was really so hard that it could tear Alan Knight Clarke's lips a little.

"I'm your husband, Anne, don't forget that. I can do anything for you including getting rid of your personal belongings," Alan answered calmly. He had vowed not to leave any more bruises on Anne's body. Last night, unbeknownst to Anne while she was asleep, Alan had apparently applied the cream he had gotten from one of the North Camp Tour staff when he came to his office. That was when Alan swore to himself that he didn't want to leave any more scars on Anne's body when he saw the red-purple marks on her shoulders.

"Don't use that status continuously to curb me, asshole! Didn't you refused to marry me when Grandpa asked you in the beginning? Then why are you so proud with our status that you keep mentioning it when we're fighting like this? What do you really want, Alan? You've ruined my live once. Do you want to destroy the remaining life I have, huh?!"

Anne screamed like a madman, bombarding Alan with cruel words that would surely hurt Alan. But Anne did not care about that. At the moment, her mind was full of swear words that Alan deserved.

Alan smiled. Anne's words finally made him remember the name of a man who bothered him so much. The name of the man Anne had called when he first touched her. "Are you this angry because that old cell phone has your precious memories with that guy named Jack, Anne?"

"Don't say Jack's name with your filthy mouth, Alan!"

"Hahaha... that's true, because of that damn man who's currently dead."

Anne's face went pale. Her anger was gone and it was replaced by an overwhelming sense of tightness when Alan mentioned that Jack had died.

"I do not think you will instantly silent when I mention a man named Jack who ...."

Ringg ...!

Suddenly, Alan fell to his knees, holding his head which felt an excruciating pain. In his head, Alan heard a voice so loud it made his ears hurt.

Seeing Alan fall to his knees, Anne panicked, especially when she saw Alan started to have a nosebleed. "W-what's wrong, Alan? What happen to you?" asked Anne worriedly as she grabbed Alan's hands which were holding his head.

Alan, who was looking down, then looked up at Anne sadly. "My Marianne..."

Alan said the two words before he finally fell unconscious.

To be continued