CHAPTER 307: ARE YOU MAD?

But a few more seconds had just passed when she suddenly felt a hand on her body right before she felt herself being picked up off the ground.

Fiona’s first response was to flutter her legs and try to get off, only to bite down on her tongue as she willed herself to remain still like before.

But it only got worse when she clearly heard Fervor continue to mumble loudly under his breath.

"You stink! Enough to destroy my nose!" he said with an absolutely serious and severe tone that showed no hint of humor.

Fiona almost smiled with pride until she heard him push open the door of the bathroom and stride in with her in his arms.

Instantly, she knew what he was going to do, and before he could do it, her first reaction was to jump out of his arms—only to feel her entire body sink into a huge tub of cold water a second too late.

Fiona gasped in shock, even as she hurriedly pushed her head out of the water and struggled to take in a deep and long breath of air, wiping her wet face as she glared at him. Her immediate intent was to get out of the tub.

"DON’T!" he snapped at her, but Fiona only glared at him harder with a sneer across her face that said she dared him to try and push her back in.

"You stink! You must also stink to yourself, or have you completely lost everything that makes you human?" he asked, a slight questioning tone in his voice, which was rare considering how cold and neutral he always was.

"This matters because... oh let me guess! You can’t fuck and impregnate a stinking woman, can you?"

"THEN LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Fiona screamed at him with a fierce look in her eyes, even as her chest heaved from the anger she was trying to hold back within her.

"No! I have no intention of doing that... You can pick anyone you want, but the fact remains that you need to get pregnant and fast!"

"Do I have to explain—" but Fiona didn’t let him finish before she went ahead to interrupt him before he could finish whatever he had in mind to say. A bigger frown on her face as she rose up from the full tub of water, ignoring the way the gown she wore clung firmly to every curve of her body.

Gaze fixed on Fervor, whose gaze was fixed just as intensely on her.

"WHAT? I’m too ugly for you to fuck? We both know it can’t be because you can’t bear to touch your friend’s lover?"

"Why? Because you’re a heartless son of a bitch without a heart!" she snapped at him with a smug look on her face, but Fervor simply continued to look at her, even as he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed one of the body wash containers lined on the counter close to the sink.

Fiona was still wondering what he was up to when she suddenly watched him move back closer to the tub just before he went ahead to pour the contents right into the tub.

Putting his hand in, even as he lathered the soap.

Fiona couldn’t help the confused expression on her face as she watched him get to work, draining some of the water even as he turned on the hot water and allowed it to gush into the tub.

Barely seconds had gone by, and Fiona could already feel the tub slowly get warmer.

"A bath would help you feel—"

"Whatever you’re doing, I refuse! I’m not fucking anyone, and you can’t make me!" she screamed at him instead, her anger only doubling as she felt tears flood her eyes in a way that made her want to scream even louder than before.

Fiona was enraged and furious, and the warmth of the water only seemed to make it worse as it threatened to remind her of a comfort she’d rather forget.

The cold water was better. It was better!

"I’d rather go back to my father than stay here!" she said when she opened her mouth to speak again, her voice much lower than before, even though that didn’t prevent Fervor from being able to make out every word.

"What’s the difference between being his pawn and yours?" Fiona gasped, allowing tears to fully slide down her face, too tired to bother to wipe them off, as she glared at Fervor, who had already dropped the body wash container and simply leaned against the side of the tub, staring at her in silence.

At first, the neutrality of his expression pissed her off, only for her to slowly fall into a state of not caring as she turned away from him, moving to the other side to try and get out.

But she had just moved to lift her leg out when she suddenly felt her body being dunked back into the water all the way to her neck.

This time around, Fiona didn’t wait to yell at him as she jerked her head to the side and glared at him.

"ARE YOU MAD!" she screamed at him, only to be taken aback by the hint of a smile she could see on his face as he looked right at her while he spoke next.

"You’re like a fucking child that needs to be consoled! If you lie back, I’ll wash your hair! You can even order me around!" he said, his face still cold, but there was an amusement in his tone that surprised her as she watched him move to the sink counter and grab another bottle.

A shampoo, before striding back toward her, clearly about to help her wash her hair like he had said.

Fiona frowned. Her voice was hoarse from shouting, but that didn’t mean she would do whatever he told her to.

Having already made up her mind to return to her father, all Fiona had to do was look for an opportunity to escape.

’At least Father might have mercy and outright kill me,’ she thought to herself, even as she watched Fervor from the corner of her eye about to pour the contents out.