Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon's Reluctant Love-Chapter 198 - 197: His Confession: I’ve Fallen for You

Chapter 198 -197: His Confession: I’ve Fallen for You

Evening.

When Gu Siting returned to Imperial Garden, Aunt Zhong’s face was tense and her brows were furrowed as she said, “Fourth Master, the wife hasn’t eaten anything all day, you were too much last night!”

Thinking of the tender skin of the wife marred with purple and blue bruises, the old woman felt heartache.

“I haven’t prepared your dinner tonight, and I will cook for you only when the wife forgives you!”

The carpet was a mess.

Gu Siting’s jawline tensed.

His gaze fell on the woman’s fair and delicate neck, and seeing those glaring red marks, his eyes darkened, and his heart ached with a dull throb.

He extended his long arm to embrace the woman in his arms.

His chin rested on her head as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “I was wrong last night, and perhaps you won’t believe me—and when I say it, I hardly believe it myself—I’ve fallen for you.”

It was because he had fallen for her that he cared too much.

Caring too much, he would lose control just from a few words, a single text message.

In front of others, he was cold, bloodthirsty, and unstoppable, but deep inside, he harbored fear and insecurity!

He had never met her Senior Brother, but he could feel that he was an excellent person.

In his bones, he was a domineering, aggressive, and selfish man; he did not like his woman coveted by others.

At the same time, he was scared that one day, she would truly leave him!

And once he lost control, once he had an episode, he would turn into a devil, a crazy man!

Such a man, just as Song Yuzhi had said years ago, did not deserve the affection of anyone!

Her breathing was overwhelmed by the man’s fresh, pine-scented fragrance, and although it was still the scent she used to love, this time, Ming Yao felt no ripples in her heart.

She pushed the man away, looking at him with cold detachment, “I don’t need this kind of liking from you.”

This was the first time Gu Siting had expressed his feelings to a woman.

He was never good at saying the word “like” out loud.

But he had said it to her.

Yet she said, she did not want it.

His loss of control last night, he knew in his heart, how could it have been just because of a single text message?

The real reason was that he felt she did not like him that much.

Just as he had guessed, if one day he was no longer her tool for aiding sleep, she might leave him!

Therefore, that text message ignited the jealousy in his heart.

As a result, he did something that hurt both their feelings!

He closed his bloodshot, narrow eyes and gently pinched her chin with his fingertips.

“Ming Yao, whether you hate or resent me, now that you have become my wife,” his lips pressed tightly together, his voice dropping a few degrees colder, “then in this life, you can only be my wife!”

He got up and left the room.

Calling Aunt Zhong to clean the bedroom, he went to the neighboring guest room.

Standing under the shower, he looked at the myriad of scars on his body, varying in depth and length but all starkly visible, and he couldn’t help but recall the scenes of the previous night.

He was forceful, and she was no meek rabbit; when she resisted as his large hand was on her neck, she scratched him all over.

The more she struggled and resisted, the more extreme and persistent he became!

As if to prove that he was her man!

But little did he know, this would only push her further away, and by the time he sobered up, it was already too late!

Gu Siting clenched his large hand into a fist and struck the wall fiercely.

Instantly, the back of his hand was a mangled, bloody mess.

…

For several days in a row, Gu Siting would come back every night to cook for Ming Yao, but whatever he made, she would fling onto the floor.

She wouldn’t eat what he cooked, nor would she pay him any mind.

Before Gu Siting could say anything, Aunt Zhong had already walked toward the servant room.

Steward Zhong, coming from the back yard, happened to hear Aunt Zhong’s words and pulled on her sleeve, “How can you speak to Fourth Master like that?”

“You didn’t see what he did to the wife!”

“Fourth Master has been quite restrained these past years, why would he suddenly explode again? Could it be an outbreak of his illness?” Steward Zhong said with concern.

As the loyal servants of Fourth Master, they knew what he had gone through as a child.

It was an indelible psychological trauma for a young boy!

Later, there was a period when Fourth Master was confined to a mental institution; it took nearly a year before he was taken back to the Gu Family.

Since then, he had become silent and reclusive, but if someone angered him, he would become like a devil.

The psychologist said he suffered from a serious psychological disorder.

This was one of the reasons he was abandoned among the young masters of the Gu Family and deemed unfit to vie for the title of Person in Charge.

In the past two years, he took control of a great power, moved to Imperial Garden, and did not live with the people from the Gu Family side, and he hardly had any outbreaks!

Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong had thought he had returned to normal.

A sharp pain surged in Aunt Zhong’s heart when she thought of Gu Siting’s unfortunate childhood.

She wiped away tears and said, “It’s truly not easy for the young master to live till now, I feel for him, yet I also feel for the wife.”

With a sigh, Aunt Zhong added, “Anyway, I’m now standing with the wife; if she doesn’t want to deal with Fourth Master, neither do I.”

Steward Zhong was deeply troubled.

After Aunt Zhong returned to her room, Steward Zhong went to the kitchen and was shocked to see the bustling tall figure inside.

“Fourth Master, let me cook!”

Gu Siting had taken off his coat, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his toned arms. Seeing Steward Zhong enter, he shook his head, “No need, you go and attend to your duties.”

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Gu Siting prepared a porridge and made two simple but nutritious side dishes.

He personally carried them upstairs to the bedroom.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and only an orange yellow wall lamp was lit.

The woman lay on the edge of the bed, covered with a silk quilt, her black hair scattered across the pillow, and it was unclear whether she was asleep or not.

Gu Siting placed the meal on the bedside table, sat at the edge of the bed, and wanted to sweep aside the long hair that fell across the woman’s cheek.

But before he could touch her, she turned her head away.

His fingertips froze midair.

“Aunt Zhong mentioned you haven’t eaten anything all day?” he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

The woman on the bed did not respond to him.

Most of the time since they had known each other, it had been her accommodating his temper.

When he was angry, she would coax him with a smile brimming with warmth.

Perhaps because he was sometimes a tool to help her sleep, she seldom got angry with him.

Even when she was angry, she would either run away from home or block his phone and WeChat.

But this time, she didn’t leave Imperial Garden, nor did she block his calls.

She simply ignored him.

An inherited aloofness and coldness seeped into their bones, causing him to feel panicked and uncomfortable.

Gu Siting’s lips, a faint red, were pressed into a straight line, he lifted the quilt, wanting to pick her up to eat, but before he could touch her, the woman’s delicate body contracted into a ball.

As if she had a strong aversion to his touch.

Gu Siting froze, then after a moment, he still picked her up along with the quilt.

“Getting angry with me is one thing, but don’t mistreat your stomach.”

He brought over the porridge he had cooked to her.

The next second, the woman reached out her hand and directly flung the porridge onto the floor.

Gu Siting had no choice but to leave his coat in the room and rest in the neighboring guest room each night.