We Lost Things

Sarah's POV:

I rubbed my palms nervously; the officer and Anthony had been looking at me for a while, and I still didn't have an excuse.

"I lost my card," I said, and Anthony frowned at me.

"That's okay, you can show me your passport," the police officer said, and I kept rubbing my palms. I didn't have that either, and I don't want to go to jail.

"I am Anthony Wistold, and she is my wife, Elma Wistold." Anthony introduced himself once he noticed I didn't have any of those documents.

"I understand, sir, but I still need to see her identity card or passport before you leave," the man said firmly. How could I forget something this important from Elma?

Anthony looked at me and raised a brow. He was trying to ask me something, but I couldn't understand.

"What's happening there?" One of the senior officers walked towards us; he crouched and looked inside the car.

"Anthony Wistold," he called, and Anthony nodded.

"What's the problem?" he asked James.

"The lady doesn't have her card."

"That's Elma Wistold; you should let them go. Come on, have a nice day, sir." He was so nice, I smiled widely as I could now finally breathe in relief.

"I will remember your help," Anthony said before driving away. I sighed heavily. Finally, I escaped that.

"Where is your passport?" Anthony questioned me, and I thought of the best reply to give him.

"It's, um, it's in a safe place."

"Then your identity card?"

"I lost it." He stared at me in surprise, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I am human; we lost things, don't you?" I sneered, trying to cover up the suspicious atmosphere.

"I do; I lost my once-caring wife," he muttered, but I was able to hear him. It could be seen that he loved Elma so much, but she ruined things, and now he has no choice but to fix it.

The drive was silent till we arrived at the mansion. He parked the car and went in immediately. I followed him in before walking upstairs. I freshened up and hurried back downstairs because I was starving.

There were no maids to serve dinner; it was like everyone was asleep. So I walked to the kitchen myself and decided to make my food.

I checked the available ingredients; there were boneless chicken breasts, assorted broccoli, and soy sauce.

"Hmm, I could make chicken stir-fry with vegetables," I said excitedly before switching on the gas cooker to heat my oil.

It wasn't long before I was done cooking. I served it in a dish and sat on the kitchen stool when Anthony walked into the kitchen, he was dressed in a casual t-shirt and trousers.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, then his gaze moved to my food.

"You are eating that at this hour?" He looked very surprised, and I pouted. Couldn't he wait for me to finish my food before coming in?

"And you cooked?" he kept asking.

"The maids are all asleep," I explained and he nodded.

"Think twice before eating that food; you won't want to poison yourself," he stated, and my eyes widened in shock. Did he just say that about my food?

"What? Don't you see how nice it looks?" I mean, it looked attractive. I mixed the rice with the chicken stir-fry before walking down the stool.

"Just because it looks nice doesn't mean it tastes nice; you of all people should know that."

"You think?" I filled the spoon before shoving it towards his mouth.

"Open up." I desperately wanted to prove him wrong; I trusted in my cooking skills. Whenever I needed something from my parents, I would always cook for them, and they loved it so much that they would give me what I wanted.

"Not interested..." he was saying when I shoved the spoon inside his mouth.

He frowned before chewing the rice, then his eyes lit up, and he looked around. "You made this?"

I nodded proudly before taking a spoon myself, and then I took out another spoon and handed it to him. "You must be hungry as well."

Anthony thought for a while before accepting the spoon, and we both sat on the kitchen stool and ate. "When did you learn to cook?" he questioned. That's when I realized that I just did something that Elma wouldn't do.

"Uhm, I can't cook. But I watched this on YouTube while cooking."

"That's weird; you are not that smart," he chuckled, and I hit his arm angrily.

"I just saved you from sleeping with an empty stomach; the least you could do is appreciate."

"I do," he said before leaning forward and placing a kiss on my cheeks. I was taken aback before touching my cheeks. Then he picked up a chicken slice before walking out of the kitchen.

"Switch off the lights," he added before finally disappearing from my view. Why did he do that? Now I didn't know if that was normal or not.

When I was done eating, I drank water before going upstairs. I was about to call Elma when my eyes widened in shock. Anthony was with my phone.

What if Elma called? I rushed to the other room next to mine before knocking; from what I had noticed, this was his bedroom.

"Anthony," I called out, and the door pulled open.

"What?"

"My phone's with you."

"Will you call someone at this hour?" he questioned, and I frowned.

"It is none of your business," I hissed and he opened the door wide open.

"It's on the bed; go get it." I looked on his bed and found my phone, but why did he look at me with a mocking sneer?

"You should give it to me."

"It's yours; if you want it so desperately, then go get it." What was he trying to do?

I nodded before walking inside his room, picked up the phone, and looked at him. He nodded and signaled for me to walk out. I used this as an opportunity to look around his bedroom.

"I see you treasure your phone more than your pride; I mean you have sworn on your grandma's tomb that you will never enter this room again, even if I beg you."

"I did?" Wait, Elma said such? Then he tricked me into getting in and going against her word, or was it my word?

"Did you?" he chuckled before closing his bedroom door. I pouted and turned to walk to my bedroom when I saw Kim walk to the sitting room while talking on a phone.

She picked up the glass from the dining room and filled it with a glass of water before chuckling.

"Do you think we should get engaged in that?" She questioned, and I was curious about who she was talking with. So I took a step backward so that she wouldn't see me, and besides, the lights were switched off, so it was hard for her to notice me.

"You know what I mean," she added before walking to the sofa and sitting on it.

"I mean, sex, is it advisable? I am still sixteen, though."

My eyes widened in shock. It seems she was talking with her boyfriend; was he asking her for sex?