Chapter 98: Sweet Torture
Thinking he can have his scandalous office kiss with his beloved, Tony walked to her. As he was about to grab her waist, she turned.
"What?" Marcella jerked back seeing Tony right in her face. "Move," she walked around him and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Tony asked.
He was not pleased she was walking away. He was right at the precipice of touching the sky and now the sky is moving further away.
"I’ll ask someone’s help. How come no one minds that your office is like...a pigsty?" she squinted her face.
"Pig... sty?" Tony gulped.
His heart sank to his stomach. He was flying high to have his wife in the privacy of his office room. But she pulled him down to the trenches with just a word.
"You can call me a pig but you cannot call my office room a pigsty..." he huffed.
He was not mad at her for calling his room a pigsty, his disappointment was more about her avoiding his kiss, although she didn’t know he wanted to kiss her.
"Really?" Marcella folded her arms over her chest.
Tony gulped. "Sure..." he looked around. It did look terrible. He didn’t realize it has gone this bad. "It might look... It’s just..." he took a deep breath.
"Look, Marcella," he pointed his finger at her. Marcella raised her brows.