Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 263

Feng Teng says nothing as the investigator leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him. I sit at the top of the stairs and drop my eyes to my feet. I’m in a slight trance.

This really could have been so much worse. No doubt Feng Teng will have something to say about my lack of honesty with regards to Mo Yuan presence, but he can’t blame me.

Why would I openly offer that information? I’m not completely stupid. Well, it would appear I am. I never gave CCTV footage a thought, and I certainly didn’t expect Feng Teng to start playing Inspector things.

“You didn’t mention about Mo Yuan before,” Feng Teng calm tone doesn’t fool me, and why has he homed in on that instead of the more important issue at hand…the tall suited man from the hall room.

Yes, I know he thinks it’s him too. My shoulders rise anxiously, but I don’t look up and I already know he’s angry. I don’t need visual confirmation, and I should think it’s pretty obvious why I didn’t mention Mo Yuan.

“I don’t want to upset you,” I confess.

“Upset me?” His voice is high with surprise.

“Alright, I just didn’t want to piss you off,” I look up at him and find a completely impassive expression.

I’m surprised, instead, I was expecting boiling mad.

“It was a chance encounter only,” I say.

“But you had a few minutes conversation. What did you talk about?” He asks.

“Mo Yuan just apologised,” I tell.

“And that took a few minutes?” His eyebrows are raised.

He’s right, an apology doesn’t even take two seconds, but I can’t remember every detail of the conversation.

“Wei Lin, I’ve told you not to see him again,” He reminded.

I gape at him.

“Hey. I didn’t plan on it. I’ve told you, it was only just by chance,” I get annoyed.

What did he want me to do?

“I just wanted to clear his judgement over you. That’s all,” I say.

“Do you care?” He’s reining in his temper and I can see it.

“No, I don’t,” I deny.

His teeth start working his bottom lip as he watches me. Then I feel guilty and I don’t know why but I’ve done nothing wrong.

Feng Teng wasn’t shouting at me, but he’s not happy.

What am I supposed to do? I know he’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking about President Gu but he can’t possibly be mad at me about that because I didn’t even know he was there if it was even him.

Was it him?

“Then leave it,” He starts across the open space of the penthouse and up the stairs.

“I’m going for a shower,” He walks straight past me, leaving me stunned by his calm state.

Now I think I would rather have him blow his top. At least then I would know where I am.

So what now? I haul myself up from the step and make my way towards the bedroom. I can’t stand this middle ground. I need to establish exactly what is going on in that complex mind of his. I know he’s mad, so why is he holding back on his temper.

It’s not pleasant, but I would rather his rage a bit and clear the air. I feel like I’m hovering over a detonate button. I walk into the bedroom and hear the shower, so I pad across the room to the bathroom, finding him under the spray.

Even now, I’m drawn to the mass of beauty that stands before me, quaking with anger. It’s potent, but he’s not letting rip.

“Will you please just rant at me and have it over with,” I sit on the stool unit and put my hands on my lap.

Then I notice for the first time since I woke up that my wedding ring is missing.

Did he take it off? The thought is like a stake through my heart. I don’t like this, not one little bit.

He doesn’t say a word. He carries on soaping himself down before stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry himself off. He leaves me sat exactly where I am, my eyes darting around the bathroom, uncertainty plaguing me. I lower myself down and walk nervously back into the bedroom.

“Feng Teng,” I call.

But he completely ignores me and goes into the closet and appearing a few moments later in some trouser. His jaw is ticking constantly and I can see it’s taking his every effort to hold onto his emotions. I never thought I would want him to fly off the handle.

And where is he going, anyway?

He pulls a grey t-shirt over his head and makes his way back into the bathroom while I stand in the middle of the room, wondering what the hell to do. I follow him again and find him brushing his teeth. His eyes flick to mine in the mirror. I feel anxious…uncomfortable.

“Please speak to me,” I plead. I can’t stand this.

He finishes brushing his teeth and splashes his face with water, before bracing himself on the edge of the vanity unit and taking a few deep breaths. I prepare myself for the storm, but it doesn’t come. He walks straight past me and into the bedroom.

I follow like a desperate soul.

“Where are you going?” I ask his back, as he makes his way to the door.

He stops and it’s a few moments before he turns dark, troubled eyes on me.

“I need to sort some things out at my office,” His voice is devoid of any emotion whereas I’m close to wailing. I’m petrified.

“I thought we were doing something this evening,” I remind him desperately.

“Something came up,” he mutters and turns to leave.

That something is, without a doubt, me. He might be going to get drunk again.

“You’re mad with me,” I cry frantically.

I don’t want him to go. He would usually insist on me going and I would fight him on it, but now I want to go with him.

He shakes his head and lets it fall slightly, but he doesn’t face me and I need to see his face. He walks out of the bedroom and I collapse to the floor and cry. I feel helpless and incomplete.

All of this pain because I wanted to have the final say, all of this because I insisted on going out and proving a point. The only point I’ve proved is that I’m at a loss without him.

Slowly I drag myself up and across the room, collapsing onto the bed and finding my way to the place that smells the most of him. It’s a substitute for the real thing.

Only he can make this better, make all of this go away. And worst of all, I know where he has gone, who will be there and what he’ll be doing.

What am I supposed to do? I’m a mess, my face feels swollen and stingy with tears and my head hurts from too many disturbing thoughts.

Will he crack open a bottle of alcohol? I know that if he does, I won’t be seeing him anytime soon – not when he’s like that. I would rather not have him at all than have the hollow beast that is Feng Teng with a few bottles of alcohol inside him.

Oh, God! I never want to see that man again.

I drop myself to the floor, wiping my still streaming tears away.

“F.u.c.k!” I curse to myself, but then the text message tone starts bleeping and I follow it to the armchair where I found Feng Teng sitting earlier.

I grope down the side and find my phone. The missed call is from my Mom.

Oh God, has my brother been on to her already? I really cannot be talking to her now, an uncharitable thought, but I don’t even know where I am myself to be able to tell her.

My heart sinks when I see the text is from Assistant Yu.

He’s fine, but you should probably come.

My heart lifts a little in the first part of the message and then sinks just as quickly. I should probably go?

Is Assistant Yu playing tug of war with Feng Teng and a bottle of vodka?

I fly up the stairs and run into the bathroom to scrub my face and attempt to generally sort myself out.

It’s no good, I look like I’ve been wailing and no amount of make-up or washing will sort my glazed eyes out. After retrieving my keys, I make a hasty run for my car, ignoring Mi Ke as he calls after me.

The drive to The Mansion is a blur of visions and memories. Visions of Feng Teng staggering and slurring, and memories of finding him unconscious on the terrace, all unwelcome, but a repeat performance highly likely.

Oh, God. Help, I can’t go through that again. I can’t watch him do that to himself again and not because of me. I might not be able to control his unreasonableness, but I can prevent him from slowly killing himself.

And I’m not surprised when I pull up to the gates and they open immediately. Assistant Yu must be looking out for me. My descent up the driveway is fast and frantic in my desperation to get to him and stop the inevitable. I find The Mansion door open and run through the entrance hall, ignoring all the greeting from the housekeeper.

As I approach the door to Feng Teng office, I hear a thundering crack that makes me jump.

What the f.u.c.k was that? I hold the door handle and look behind me, but find the corridor empty. I turn the handle of the door and push it open.