Don't Put Much Thought Into This

Sarah's POV:

I breathed heavily and looked at Anthony. "So who lied you into come here?"

"George," he answered, and I chuckled. The older brother and mother duo were up to something.

"We should leave then," I said as I walked past him when he held my hand. "If we leave, then they will still try setting us up next time; let's stay," he suggested, and I thought for a while that maybe he was right. I didn't want this type of setup again, and it might only be possible if I attended the first one.

"I hope there is food," I said and I walked to the table in the center. There was a table but no chair. There were just some Chinese pillows on the floor, so I sat on one before Anthony joined me.

Then some waiters walked in while holding trays of food; they placed it on the table and took off the lift. "Have a good meal, Mr. and Mrs. Wistold," one of the waiters said after they had displayed the meal before leaving.

I was confused by the food on the table; it was my first time seeing Chinese food. I noticed it was a spicy stir-fry dish made with chicken, peanuts, and vegetables.

What was this? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "That's Kung Pao Chicken," Anthony said, and I nodded.

"This?" I pointed at the other one, which looked like spicy sauce with minced meat and was served with rice.

"Mapo Tofu," he answered before dishing some rice and placing it next to me.

"What happened to your memory? You can't even remember a normal Chinese meal," he questioned, and I swallowed hard before chuckling.

"I do remember it, just..."

"You have been forgetting a lot of things lately," he butted in, and I got very nervous.

"Yesterday, you made the kuku recipe for Kim. I never thought you knew your mom's secret recipe," he added. It was indeed my mom's secret recipe, but I was her daughter, so she had to teach me.

Then my eyes widened in shock; we were not talking about my mom here but Elma's mom.

"Kuku recipe?" That's the way it is called, but how did he know that? My mom had invented that name, and she also discovered the recipe.

"Yes, whenever I got sick, your mom always made that for me," he explained before holding two chopsticks.

Elma's mom knows the recipe. Did Mom lie to me and say that she was the only one in NY who knew this recipe? I don't know why I believed that.

"Eat," Anthony urged, and I nodded before holding the chopsticks as well.

"Uhm, chopsticks, huh?" I chuckled nervously before trying to pick up some rice with it, but one of the sticks fell off my hand.

Anthony kept eating without paying attention to me; he was so good with the chopsticks.

"I am not hungry." I finally gave up after a lot of tries. I placed the chopstick down and pushed the food away.

"Their meat is so good; have a taste." He picked a piece of meat with the stick and brought it close to my mouth.

I didn't open my mouth because it would be weird if he fed me "It's not poison." He scoffed, and I nodded before opening my mouth, and he placed the meat inside my mouth.

I chewed the meat while savoring the taste; it was so good. "Nice," I said with an amusing tone.

He dropped his chopsticks and poured two glasses of champagne from the champagne bottle. "What do you think would have happened if I wasn't this person?" He questioned me, and I got confused.

"I don't understand."

"You never loved me, and I knew that. You told me lots of times that what you loved was the person I was, so if I wasn't that person, would we be together now?" He asked, and this time I was more confused.

"Can you speak in simple language?" I am sure even Elma could not understand what he said.

"If I loved the person you were, then that only means I loved you, isn't that right?" I asked, and he shook his head in denial.

"Not the person I was; I am still that person, and nothing changed. But your taste changed; you want your freedom, and I understand... but after the divorce, please be there for the kids."

"Can we talk about something else?" I felt uncomfortable talking about the divorce because, after the divorce, I would go back to my life.

"Sure, let's talk about Kim, or should I say the younger version of you?" He chuckled, and this was something I understood so well.

We talked all night about how to raise Kim; for a moment, I had even forgotten that she was not my daughter.

Then we left the restaurant and went back home. After having a glass of champagne, I could feel my eyes darken.

Once we got to the mansion, Anthony parked the car and took off his seatbelt. "The night was productive; at least I realized you care for Kim," he said, and I nodded.

"And also, don't put much thought into this."

"Into what?" I asked with a confused tone, then he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. My eyes widened in shock as he kissed me; I couldn't even move my lips to kiss him back.

I was about to push him away when he stopped the kiss. "To this," he replied before walking down the car.

I touched my lips in disbelief. "He kissed me; Elma's husband just kissed me. I am not a mistress." I got so confused that I started saying nonsense.

"What if Elma finds out about this?" I won't let her know, but what if she finds out from Anthony?

"Be calm," I breathed heavily before walking down the car and into the mansion.

The sitting room was quiet; I assumed everyone was already sleeping this early. Then my gaze moved to the bunch of keys on the table; Anthony had used them to open Kim's bedroom door.

In my confused state, I still couldn't forget about the locked door upstairs. So I picked up the key and went to the last floor; the first door was the laundry room. I understood that, but what was in the other room?

"One day, this curiosity will kill me."

I tried the keys but to no avail. Then I tried the last key, and the door unlocked. "This small key," I chuckled, I was a little drunk.

I pushed the door wide open; my smile froze, and my eyes almost fell out of their socket.

"OMG." I used my hands to close my mouth because what was in front of me was indescribable.