Chapter 35 - Behind every angry woman stands man who has absolutely no idea what he did wrong

Lily fumed with anger as she entered the living room.

"Alexndre!" With trembling fists she stood across from him and stamped. She felt like a little kid. As he loomed up in front of her and looked down at her. Suddenly everything seemed so cramped.

She remembered finding a bouquet of red roses and chocolates on the bed. When she left the steaming bath. Had he wanted to apologize to her? She did not know. But why did he act that way? It did not make sense. He did not make any sense! He behaved so contradictory. She did not understand his signals. Lily crossed her arms over her chest.

"Just tell me what it is you want from me." Alexandre forced himself to say. Actually, he did not want to argue with her. It just was not supposed to bother him how she felt.

Actually, she should have smiled at him, happy about his presents. She should have thanked him and should have invited him to an adventure between bed sheets. He had expected that from her. But she was nobody else but Lily. He had understood that by now.

Her noses fluttered slightly. It took all her self control not to start to yell. His arrogant words irritated her, only more. "Alexandre, you said yourself I'm your wife ..." she started calmly. "But I don't feel like you treat me like your wife. How am I supposed to trust you when you keep things from me and I need to hear it from others?"

"What are you actually trying to debate with me?" Alexandre acted as if he was ignorant.

"Maybe if you listened, I wouldn't have to keep telling you."

Lily snap, forgetting herself as every emotion seems to pour out of her. "Did you ever stop to think that I have feelings too?!" Tensions kept rising on.

"Are you upset now? Why are you like this?" Alexandre asked in astonishment. He felt overwhelmed in this situation. Uncomfortable. He has never been hit with words like that before. He was angry with her. Why did she make a scene? He did not understand it. After all, he had not done anything wrong.

He did not want to get expressively mad. He wanted to argue, but he found himself speechless. Why could not she accepted his gifts and let it go? He knew that she had feelings. He was not an idiot. But he did not understand her feelings. Alexandre's insecurities hit its peak. A reserved look was in his eyes.

"I am angry! How sharp-witted, Sherlock!" Lily's lower lip trembled, she could barely hide her bitter undertone. "You think I can just forget what you did?!"

"What I did?!" His voice sounded unnaturally calm. "I fulfilled all your demands. I bought you jewelry and clothes. Married you. Although you certainly did not deserve it." He looked at her in disgust.

"Yeah! You are so great. The great Alexandre de Valois has lowered himself to this unworthy woman and taken her as his wife. You are so generous."

"We both had our benefits of this marriage!"

"If we both had our benefits of this marriage, why the hell are you show me of, like your latest achievement. You forge your own plans and don't ask about my opinion."

"What do you expect from me!" He slightly raised his voice. But he did not yell, did not make a fuss.

"I expect you to tell me about your plans!" She gasped. "I want you to talk to me and not let me be thrown in at the deep end. I do not want to hear from others what you should really tell me."

Alexandre looked at her calculatingly. "Why are you angry with me?"

"Do you even listen to me?! I'm angry that I had to hear from your sister that you let the tabloids write some stories about. You didn't even bother to tell me about it!"

"Where is the problem?" He did not understand her. Why was she making such a drama about nothing? Why could not she obeyed him? Anger rose in him once again.

"The problem is, people are talking about me. Because of you! And you can't tell me!" She hissed.

"You knew that from the beginning. That's why we're hosting this ridiculous wedding show."

"Yes! For the upper class. But I didn't know about the tabloids!" She turned on her heels towards the door, wanting to leave. She suddenly felt breathless. Suffocated if she stayed any longer in this room.

Alexandre snatched her wrist. A low growl erupted from the depth of his chest. "I did not say you could leave."