She regretted asking that question immediately. Grandma went pale as though she had lost all the blood in her body, worse still, she had a shock and wouldn't move. Angela panicked. "Grandma?... are you okay..?" She shook Grandma, but she didn't even blink. The door opened and Antonio stood there, his eyes shifting from Angela's sweat-beaded, tear-filled face to Grandma, white as a corpse. He had come back earlier than expected. That look on his face, Angela knew she was done for; tears rolled freely down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to…” Antonio rushed to Grandma Elizabeth and shoved her aside, ignoring her. “Grandma,” he yelled, shaking her hard. No response. “Grandma!” His voice growled this time. “I …am fine…” Grandma gasped and blinked several times. Antonio sighed, running his fingers through his hair in relief. Grandma turned to Angela, who was soaked in tears. “Sorry for scaring you, my dear, it wasn’t intentional. What was that you asked me again?” “I think you need to rest, Grandma. No more discussions for now.” Antonio stated and carried her in his arms to the bed. He then instructed her maid to inform the doctor to check on her as soon as possible. The maid bowed and left to carry out his instructions. Antonio eyed Angela, who was sobbing uncontrollably, her hand still on her chest in shock. “Come on, we need to talk.” When she didn’t respond, he took her hand and dragged her out of the room. “Easy, my dear. It’s not her fault,” Grandma pleaded as the door slammed shut. “You’re hurting my wrist, please let go,” Angela’s voice quivered between sobs. Antonio stopped instantly, his hand still holding hers behind him but he didn’t look her in the eyes. “I will follow you. Please, you are hurting me,” she pleaded again, sniffing. Before she could say another word, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms. She was too stunned to complain anymore. Antonio eyed her as the floral scent of her hair swiftly passed his nostrils, he walked towards the elevator and pressed the button. As soon as he stepped in, the door jammed. Slowly, Angela stopped sobbing as a surge of heat traveled to her cheeks, her head practically on his chest, listening to his fast beats made her blush. She had stolen numerous glances at him, but he had never, for once, looked at her. Silently, she wondered what her fate would be if he found out about her question that caused his grandma to turn pale. She had no idea it would happen anyway. As soon as the elevator stopped at the first floor, the maids and servants bowed. The females tried as much as possible not to smile at the sight of Angela being tiny in Antonio’s arms. Poor Angela, it wasn’t her fault that Aguero had to be a real-life giant. A sexy, strong, and terribly handsome giant, actually. Shy about the servants, she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck to hide herself. The scent of his male perfume was tempting; she was tempted to sniff more, hoping he wouldn’t notice, she thought. Angela’s hot breath covered Antonio’s chest, and he felt his nipple sensitive beneath his suit and suddenly a slight tightness around his groin. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, Freckles,” his eyes warned. When they got to their room, Antonio kicked open the door. Alerted, Angela thrust her face out and looked around to see they were inside her room. He didn’t throw her on the bed like last time but gently set her to her feet. Angela slowly sat down on the bed, unaware of how to start her explanation. “I didn’t mean to shock her with my question, I… I didn’t…” “Shut it, Freckles. I never asked you anything about Grandma,” he interrupted. Angela didn’t know if that should be a relief or not. “It’s best you let her be, for now,” he stated and left the room, slamming the door shut. Then she heard him turn the lock from outside. She fell on the bed in frustration. Great! First, I almost had a heart attack after Grandma went all pale, and now I am locked in this Montero dungeon. What's this? A time out! I am a full-grown adult. What next—he will come back to lighten his mood with forced sex? Hours later, she glanced at the wall clock; it was past six. He was not back. This calls for a celebration. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and walked into the bathroom. Stripped off, she slid into the lavender-scented bubbles and let her mind drift over the music coming from the MP3 speakers. The instrumental sound faded by Alan Walker echoed in her head. Despite the battle that loomed large in her future, all the muscles in her body melted into blissful oblivion. When was the last time she was able to indulge herself in this luxurious lifestyle? Never. She had never had such an opportunity, of course, until now. Then she heard the lock open. She reddened and quickly sat upright, her eyes widely open as water cascaded onto the floor. “What... what are you doing here?” She gasped, wrapping her arms around her naked breasts. Antonio raised a brow and rolled his tongue in a flirty manner. “Well, because I can be here,” he replied smoothly, not hiding his amusement, his evil grin spreading as his predatory eyes drifted down to her. Angela cursed softly. What is she going to do now? How can she escape this situation?