Pt.2: 9: Their 1st Argument

With that simple note, the mysterious woman blended into the shadow, and the man of the house entered. As soon as the door shut, the man sat over his desk and began working, but a couple of silent bullets landed on his body, making him crawl. He was about to call for help, but his fingers were gone, and in fright, the man died.

"Douglas 'Sigma' Luther, welcome to his deathbed from the ghost general." With a sinister chuckle, the mysterious woman scribbled on the floor with his blood and added something. "Sigma is involved with drug dealers, human trafficking, selling illegal firearms, and pedophiles. Check his computer and vault."

'Securities on the check.'

"Affirmative." The mysterious woman slipped away without a trace, leaving a single white rose over the bloody body of the man.

The Rose Slayer strikes again.

***

The night was getting deeper as time passed by, but at the house of Saison-Monsour, the husband, Vincencio, was getting anxious as he kept pacing back and forth. There was no sign of Skylar going home or even a text informing him that she would be home late or staying in the company for overtime. But since there was none, Vincencio was getting restless with each ticking clock.

"She promised to call or text me…" he mumbled to himself worried while he kept checking the wall clock over their living area, "…but where the fuck is she?"

***

On the other hand, the mysterious woman arrived at her domain safely without being tracked. She left the car and tossed the keys to one of her men before riding the private lift. Her hunt went smoothly, making her relaxed, but it didn't last long when she noticed the lift's clock. Her deep hazel eyes turned more horrified than at her usual kills.

"This can't be good." Biting her lower lip, she muttered in panic as the lift opened on her hotel suite floor.

Like the speed of a lightning bolt, she stormed immediately inside her suite, and with a frantic expression, she harshly removed her coat, tossing it on the couch, and took off her hood, making her wavy brunette hair cascade down before she furiously tore off her mouth mask, revealing the CEO—the wife—and shouted.

"WHY DID NONE OF YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE TIME?!" Skylar shouted, making Medina and Joey flinch.

"Well, we thought you dropped him a message already, so…" Joey began to reason as he looked away while Medina quickly helped Skylar change her clothes without leaving any bloodstain or scent on her body.

Skylar was not in a good mood from losing track of time, as it had never happened to her. She was a woman of her word, but now it will change everything since this will be her first time breaking it. But what pissed her off more was breaking her word to her husband.

"STILL! You could at least inform me about the time." Skylar groaned with frustration before adding, "Now, I had a feeling I would be sleeping on the couch tonight."

"You still have time before midnight," Medina teasingly added, causing Skylar's frustration to grow.

"NOT HELPING," Skylar shouted as she ran down the fire exit, which, according to her, was much faster than the elevator.

"Well, it's Vincencio we're talking about. He'll understand." Medina reasoned as they followed behind her.

"NOT THIS TIME!" She replied, clicking her tongue and in frustration against the ticking clock, she did something dangerous.

With remarkable balance and skill, she managed to jump from one staircase to another without stumbling on her landing, but since it was taking her time, she decided to use the railings, and from there, she moved like a spider woman, jumping down.

"Well, it was a good sight to witness," Joey teased her as they ran, keeping up with their boss's pace.

"I'M NOT GOING TO ENTERTAIN YOU WITH MY MARRIAGE LIFE!" She shouted, but her friends and trusted co-workers laughed at her. Then she firmly added, as soon as they reached the last floor, the parking lot. "Text him, Medina. I'm on my way home."

"Hey, that's my motorbike." Joey frowned when Skylar hopped on his Ducati motorcycle.

"I don't care. It's faster. Keys." With a demanding voice, Skylar responded in a hurry, which none of them could do anything about, and just gave her what she needed before she drove off from the hotel.

***

Skylar, in a hurry, drove her motorbike quickly, eager to return home because she could already imagine what awaited her. Despite her haste, Skylar hoped to avoid her husband's rage, but her heart rate dropped as she reached their residence filled with dim lights. She parked her bike in the driveway, ready for anything, but upon entering, she found no one.

"H-hubby…I-I'm home…" Skylar stuttered, which surprised her. "When did you stutter?"

"I know," Vincencio responded coldly while checking Skylar from head to toe. She felt naked when Vincencio piercingly studied her.

"Sorry, I…" Skylar was about to apologize, but Vincencio raised his hand and stopped her from speaking.

"Save it." Vincencio turned on his heels and headed to the kitchen before adding sternly. "Clean up and eat your dinner."

"Okay." With a gulp, Skylar just nodded and immediately freshened herself up before she rushed downstairs without even trying to dry her hair. However, she managed to wear her comfy but cute D. Gray-man anime pajamas.

"That's fast," Vincencio coldly commented when he turned around and saw his wife panting as she sat on the island's stool.

"You're mad, that's why," Skylar thought before answering her husband's cold shoulder façade. "I miss your cooking."

"Then what makes you late without informing me?" With squinted eyes, Vincencio carefully studied her as he gave her late dinner.

"I'm swamped made me lose track of time, and Medina didn't even notify me about it. Sorry," Skylar sincerely reasoned, which is technically true besides being swamped. She already finished her work around noon, but she was caught up with other stuff—hunting.

"Understandable," Vincencio coldly responded while Skylar ate her food.

"Sorry, Hubby." She sincerely apologized, but he didn't say anything but nodded. He even went to grab some water and gave it to her.

"Do it again, and I will lock you outside." With a heavy sigh, Vincencio coldly informed her.

"Hubby…" Her voice hitched over her throat, filled with worry. "He's mad."

"When you're done, leave it on the sink. I'll wash it tomorrow," he reminded coldly and left the kitchen.

"Hubby…" Skylar was about to follow him, but Vincencio stopped for a moment.

"Not now, Skylar. I'm tired. Let's talk tomorrow." He glanced over his shoulder and softly told her before heading to their bedroom.

"He's upset, and it's my fault." She defeatedly sighed before she finished her food, thinking about who was to blame, but she knew better. "I forgot the time because I'm preoccupied with my hunt. What should I do for him to forgive me?"

Skylar doesn't get any chance to sleep since she broke her word, and she can't tolerate her husband giving her cold shoulders. It annoyed her, and with her grumpiness in the morning, she annoyed her husband by trying to do something around the house. It was a mess, but instead of being teasingly amused like usual, Vincencio was furious.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING IN THE HOUSE?!" Vincencio furiously shouted as he woke up to the mess, and his calmness went out the window as he snapped at her, making Skylar cut herself. "I'M THE BOSS HERE. THIS IS MY DOMAIN."

"I was just trying…" Skylar tried to reason quickly and hid her fingers from her furious husband.

"DON'T EVEN TRY SOMETHING IN MY PLACE!" With raging venom, Vincencio shouted, hurting the person he ever loved whole.

"I'm…" Hurt immediately reflected in her eyes, making Vincencio soften as soon as he saw it. Skylar forgot her bleeding fingers as she tightly squeezed her hand and stepped away, masking everything like freezing winter snow. "You're right, this is yours."

"Skylar, I…" Vincencio felt sorry for snapping at her, but if he could be stubborn, she could too.

"Vincencio, I know you're upset and mad about last night, which upset me too since I broke my word when I always hold up my end of the bargain. I get that, and I'm sorry about it, but this very moment? You made it like it's the worst crime that I ever did to you." As calm as she could, Skylar snapped too. She was making her point before ending their first escalated argument. "I'll be staying in the office till you calm down."

"Skylar, please. I'm sorry for snapping." With a broken voice, Vincencio apologized and held her wrist where he noticed her bleeding fingers.

"Vincencio, I am too," Before he could speak more, Skylar pulled away from his grip as she wondered. "...but are you listening to my apologies?"

"I…" He could not form any words, but obviously, there was something he wanted to say but couldn't, making his wife sigh.

"Talk to me when you've cooled down and when you're ready to tell me what's happening in your head. I'm at the office, and if I'm not there, I'll be in my old penthouse." With a soft smile, Skylar kissed his cheek before grabbing her dark eyeglasses, coat, and keys as she left their house without looking back. But deep inside, she was hurt. "Fucking shit! Argh, my fingers! But Vince, why can't you see I'm trying to be your wife? Why can't you let me be one? I want to take care of you too."

***

The entire company could feel the storm filling each department, and whenever Skylar was at the edge, she sought perfection and made their movement always in a rush. Still, they could clock out at their usual time aside from the CEO. She was drowning with work, making her lose sleep, and no one could stop her until Medina had enough.

"Skylar, rest. I'll handle the rest," Medina softly told her boss.

"I can still do it." Being a stubborn boss, Skylar answered without looking at her secretary, but Medina had had enough.

"Stop it, Sky, you're bleeding out, or should I address you with your previous title?" With firmness and worry, Medina threatened her, making Skylar glare at her.

"Don't even think about it." She growled, making Medina grin—she won.

"Then rest. That's all. If you do not want to go home, then you better take a rest in your room or at your old penthouse upstairs." With an understanding voice, Medina insisted while treating her wound, making Skylar sigh.

"Penthouse." She sighed as she chose, and Medina was done.

"Noted." With a winning grin, Medina took the file that was done signing and was about to head out when Skylar's soft voice called her.

"Med…" Skylar softly called.

"Yes, Boss?" she wondered.

"What should I do to make him forgive me?" Without looking, Skylar wondered, and since Medina knew their marriage situation, she genuinely smiled at her boss.

"I don't know since I'm not yet married, but in my opinion, be honest with him; tell him the truth." She directly advised her, but Skylar shook her head. Medina sighed before adding something interesting. "Then court him. Coax him."

"And why would I do that? I'm a woman," Skylar defensively wondered.

"Says the person who can't cook for her husband," she teasingly refuted, making Skylar glare at her.

"Fine, how can I do that?" With a defeated sigh, she wondered.

"Do the reserve thing and man up. Like courting and winning him back through things you're good at." She advised sincerely, making Skylar consider it.

"Okay, I'll think of something." With careful thought, Skylar sighed before yawning. "I'll rest on my penthouse."

Skylar stumbled at her old penthouse, which Medina and Joey kept well-maintained. She smiled seeing her old penthouse standing still and hadn't changed aside from the scent of Medina's perfume, which, gladly, was to her liking. She went to her bedroom, which hadn't been touched since they left for their new house.

"How can I win you back?" she mumbled and reached for her laptop to Google some helpful tips, but nothing seemed to fall to her liking, making her call another friend. "Hello, Verosha, I need help coaxing my husband."

'Woah, that's new.'

"Verosha, please…" With a pout, Skylar sweetly begged, making her business partner and a friend chuckle in surprise.

'I like when he made you beg for help like that. Alright, meet me at the Rose Net Café Bar around three.'