Chapter 785 - 782: Still Angry?

Chapter 785: Chapter 782: Still Angry?

"Seth Quinn!" She had been trying to be gentle and accommodating, but now she couldn’t take it anymore. She puffed out her chest and raised her voice, retorting,

"Are you worried my acting will embarrass you? Is that it? Then why did you insist on marrying an actress in the first place?

"You should have just married some proper lady from a good family, one who stays home all day and never steps outside! She wouldn’t embarrass you, wouldn’t bring you any shame!"

’He knew I was an actress when he married me. Why didn’t he bring any of this up back then?’

’Besides, don’t actors need to have some professional dedication? And it’s not like I absolutely have to do a real kiss scene. Didn’t I already suggest faking it with camera angles? And he *still* said no!’

"If you want, you can stop acting. You can be that proper, stay-at-home wife who never steps outside."

"You..." Clara was speechless with anger. ’So he just isn’t going to agree. He won’t give an inch, will he!’

"In your dreams! I enjoy the process of acting and the emotional fulfillment it gives me. I’m not giving it up. As for the kiss scene, if you agree, fine. If you don’t, then forget it!"

With that, Clara lay down, pulled the covers completely over her head, and ignored him, giving him no chance to get a word in.

Seth frowned. ’What did she mean by that last part? Is she going to film the kiss scene whether I agree or not?’

He shot to his feet, staring down for a moment at the lump under the covers. But what could he do? He couldn’t bring himself to hit her, and he couldn’t bear to scold her. In the end, he could only huffily stalk to the other side of the bed, lie down with his back to Clara, and go to sleep!

...

The next morning, Clara slowly stirred awake in a warm, spacious embrace. Half-asleep, she squinted and snuggled lazily into it.

"Awake?" Halfway through a nuzzle, a voice—also a little lazy and full of affection—sounded from above her head. Clara was instantly wide awake.

She looked up and saw Seth Quinn’s face. Clara flinched and pulled away from his arms.

’Didn’t we have a fight last night? Weren’t we ignoring each other, sleeping on opposite sides of the bed with our backs turned?’

’What’s more, I remember being so angry that even half-asleep, I kept fighting him for the blankets, pulling them all onto my side.’

’At first, when I hogged the blankets, he’d patiently pull them back.’

’Then, he just scooted over and wrapped his arms around me from behind so we could share.’

’I remember fighting back... I remember kicking him away... So how did I end up back in his arms when I woke up?’

Clara’s expression was tight. Ignoring him, she swung her legs out of bed. Seth immediately sat up and grabbed her arm, murmuring softly, "What’s wrong? Still mad?"

Clara still didn’t respond, not even turning her head. She shook his hand off and went into the bathroom to wash up and change.

Seth watched her go, shaking his head in resignation. He then quickly got out of bed as well.

By the time he had washed up, changed, and come out, Clara was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom.

Startled, Seth hurried out of the room and downstairs, only to see Clara sitting in the living room below. He breathed a sigh of relief. He’d thought that, in her anger, she might have skipped breakfast at the main house and gone straight to the film set.

Seeing him come downstairs, Eve, who stood behind Clara ready to attend to her, said softly, "Mrs. Quinn, Mr. Quinn is downstairs."

Clara glanced up at him, her expression blank, then stood and walked toward the door without waiting for him.