Chapter 39 Question

• When the cab pulled to a stop in front of the Monson’s villa, Sia crawled out with her bags in her hands. She groggily walked inside the compound where she met Michelle waltzing out of the garden.
• When Michelle saw Sia creeping into the house, she paused on her tracks and plastered a welcoming smile on her face. She summoned the servants to help with Sia’s bag which they took within seconds.
• “Welcome back, Mrs Monson...” As usual, Michelle greeted. However, she was quick to notice something, hence she questioned Sia.
• “Where's your car and the driver?” She quirked her brow, staring pointedly at Sia.
• Sia yawned tiredly and shrugged, “ the car developed a problem on our way out so I told the driver to take it to the mechanics for some repair.” Sia curtly answered, walking into the house.
• “Oh my, now I understand your reason for returning late. I was beginning to wonder if you went somewhere else after shopping.” Michelle air quoted.
• While walking behind Sia, her eyes traveled down to Sia’s right wrist that’s splotches of red and was slightly swollen.
• “What happened to your wrist Mrs. Monson?”
• Hearing her question, Sia paused and her mind reflected back to what happened some hours ago.
• What happened to the car?” Sia asked her driver who was struggling to turn on the ignition.
• “Uh, ma’ am. The car has a slight breakdown.”
• Sia rolled her eyes, bolted for the door and crawled outside and her driver followed suit.
• He moved forward and opened the engine to see if he could fix a few things but Sia cut him off.
• “Don’t hassle yourself about that. I'll give you my technicians number. Call him and take the car to his place.”
• She wiggled out her phone from her bag and programmed the technician’s number on her drivers phone.
• Afterward, Sia waved for a cab and squeezed inside it before heading to the grocery store.
• A few minutes later, she arrived at the grocery store and began picking the items on her list and dropping it in her cart.
• However, while Sia was shopping she heard people discussing about a company they heard might fold any moment due to financial crisis. It didn’t occur to her they were talking about Evangelista group.
• Heedless of this, Sia shook her head pitifully and proceeded with her selection.
• When she rolled into the provision section and was selecting a few things. Sia clutched on a pringles. As she was about to stuff it inside her cart, the pringles slipped from her hand and fell.
• Sia sighed and hunkered down to pick it up when she felt someone’s hand on top of hers. She lifted her eyes and locked it with Silas’s.
• Shocked, Sia pulled her hand away from his and raced to roll her cart away but Silas drew her back by gripping her arm.
• “Where are you rushing to, love? Ain’t you happy to see me?” Silas smirked when Sia trailed her eyes to his face. He could feel the hatred sluicing from her eyes.
• “Can you please let go of my arm?” Sia’s rashly asked, balling her hands into fist.
• “Oh, love. You’re becoming too rude to me you know. You can’t even acknowledge my presence in the public.” He said inching closer to her.
• “Don’t you know if the press sees us bickering here they would confirm my words as the truth. That there are skirmishes in the Monson family and that you jinxed my brother. Just leaking some secrets to you.” He winked.
• ‘He’s saying rubbish. No ones knows your true identity yet. Just ignore him.’ Sia heard her inner voice spew then she slapped Silas’s hand away and began rolling her cart away.
• She halted in front of the counter to pay and have her goods packaged when Silas advanced toward her.
• “Sia! You dare snob me!?” He shouted, drawing people’s attention.
• Sia got alarmed by his words. She knew if she stayed any minute longer Silas might expose her identity here and people would take pictures of her and splay it on the media.
• She doesn’t want that yet. Not until she has gotten a piece of her revenge on Lucas.
• Sia grabbed the packaged bags and instantly walked outside the store. However, Silas still followed her, routing.
• “Stop right there Sia!” He commanded.
• Everyone began looking their direction and Sia felt intensely mortified. She tried to stop a cab in front of the store but Silas dragged her back and traped her in his arms.
• “Your balls is really becoming so annoying to me. How dare you ignore me, Silas Monson in the public? No woman has ever done that!” He said, pinching her chin.
• “I am not like other women that would do anything to stand by your side.” Sia whispered yelled.
• Silas smirked. He trailed his fingers on her cheeks, caressing it with his head tilted. His infatuation for Sia is slipping out of control.
• He yearns for nothing but to get a hold of the property and subdue Sia as his.
• “Silas let go off me, you bastard!” Sia shouted, hitting him on the chest and Silas listlessly grinned at her futile struggle.
• “Why? Are you shy to let the public know about our little secret?” He asked, drawing her against his chest. Sia pushed him back, stomping on his leg.
• “You’re crazy to even think I shared anything with you. Let go of me…”
• Everything else that happened there came as a surprise to Sia.
• Her eyes blinked when she felt Michelle lightly grip her bruised wrist.
• “Follow me to the living room so I can apply some ointment on it.” Michelle dragged Sia into the living room to sit down. She rushed to her room and grabbed her ointment before returning.
• Placing Sia’s hand on her lap, she proceeded in applying the ointment on her wrist.
• “That’s not the case now! You dare try to hurt her!”
• Lucas’s voice reverberated in her ears. She saw the rage in his eyes when he punched Silas on the face.
• ‘He was angry someone held me? Why was he so angry?’ She mused.
• Sia’s mind was reeling that she didn’t grasp a thing from what Michelle was rambling about.
• All she could see is Lucas. The rage in his eyes when he smacked Silas and the tenderness it held when he pulled her to his car.
• “Sia, I saw how he held you in a vice grip. He was hurting you…”
• His words crept in her ears. Sia unknowingly balled her hands into fist.
• She felt so annoyed that she’s was beginning to have a rethink about Lucas because of a mere façade he displayed in front of her.
• ‘Don’t buy his acts. He’s the man that hurt your feelings years ago.” Her inner voice whispered.
• Sia was snapped out of her musings when Michelle tapped her shoulders.
• “Is everything okay, Mrs. Monson?” Michelle asked. Concern shrouded her voice.
• Sia trailed her eyes to Michelle’s and asked,
• “Am I bad? What do you see me as?”
• Hearing Sia’s questions made a smile to cross Michelle’s features.
• “The very first time I saw you, I already knew inside me that you have a heart of gold. You’re never a bad person, Mrs. Monson. You’re straight forward and always meticulous when it comes to business.”
• Michelle paused and proceeded in applying the ointment.
• “Mr. Monson has eyes and I know he saw everything in you before asking for your hand in marriage.” Michelle looked up to Sia and grinned.
• “I know lots of women he distanced himself from when he married you, Sia. He accords with you so much respect. Mrs. Monson, I see you as my daughter . You mean a lot me. I value you the way I value Mr. Monson. Trust me if you were bad Mr. Monson wouldn’t have relinquished all his property to you.”
• Michelle huffed after saying this. Sia just stared at Michelle in silence. Among all Michelle said, one sentence stuck with Sia.
• The fact that Michelle sees her as her daughter makes Sia’s heart reel with joy.
• “Thank you, Michelle. I appreciate your kind words.”
• By then Michelle already finished applying the ointment on Sia’s wrist. She straightened from the seat and giggled.
• “My pleasure, Mrs. Monson. Your dinner is served.” She said and bowed.
• “No food tonight. I’m nipping junk only.” Sia spouted over her shoulder as she stared as Michelle’s receding figure.