Pampered by my Billionaire CEO Husband
Chapter 113: Causing trouble

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Causing trouble

Third Person POV

Anger surged through his body as his eyes grew wide and his cheeks were flushed red. He clenched his jaw tightly and he whipped his head around to glare at his mother with narrowed eyes.

"Don’t mention that in front of me," he warned through gritted teeth, emotions running wild in his dark eyes. "What’s your purpose in bringing this up randomly? Is it to get me riled up? Or to taunt me and Aurelia?"

"Why can’t I mention it?" Paula questioned, remaining arrogant. "I was just asking a simple question out of curiosity, I am not doing this on purpose or anything of that sort," she explained with a scoff that left her parted lips as though her son had wronged her.

"It’s none of your business."

"How is it none of my business?" She challenged, defiance gleaming in her eyes as she stared at her son. "She is my son’s wife who is carrying another man’s child. Why can’t I ask? Should I not be concerned about this?"

He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "We don’t need your fake concern. Who told you this?" He asked but as soon as the words rolled off his tongue, realisation dawned upon him and it finally clicked inside his head. He turned to fix his eyes on Evelyn. "It’s you, isn’t it? You told my mother about this?" He questioned, the words that left his mouth were dripping with accusation.

"I did," Evelyn admitted without a second thought.

"You–!" He burst out in anger.

"So what if she did?" Paula chimed in, defending Evelyn. "She was just concerned. She even brought me gifts as condolences and she came to comfort me."

A cold chuckle erupted from his throat. "Of course, she did..." he murmured under his breath with an incredulous look on his face.

"Evelyn is such a lovely girl, unlike that wife of yours who only knows how to spread her legs," she snarled with disdain and disapproval written all over her face.

His face darkened in an instant.

"Don’t say that about Aurelia," he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Why not? Did I say something wrong?" She retorted angrily while a satisfied smirk morphed itself onto Evelyn’s lips as she witnessed the scene unfold before her own eyes. She reached forward, placing her hand on her son’s arm. "Now that Aurelia has lost the child, you can leave her. You don’t need to stay with her out of pity or obligation that wasn’t even yours to begin with."

"I’m not leaving her," he insisted, shaking off his mother’s hand. "I stayed with her because I love her and I want to be there for her. You have no idea what you are talking about."

"I do know. Evelyn is such a wonderful girl. Why couldn’t you just stay with her and get married? Why do you have to break up with her and marry someone like Aurelia?!" She snapped this time, anger swirling in her eyes as she screamed at her son. "Are you trying to drive me to my grave early?!" She yelled, her shrill voice piercing through the air.

Her knees felt weak all of a sudden and she almost fell when Evelyn grabbed her, holding her up. "Paula!" Her name left her lips with worry. "Are you okay?" She asked as her brows were furrowed together in concern.

Paula let out a breath as she slowly stood back up and steadied herself. "My own son is trying to kill me."

"I didn’t do anything. You drive yourself crazy by meddling in my affair. You did this to yourself," he sneered with a disdainful scorn. "I am an adult, I don’t need you to try and dictate my life and tell me what to do or who I should marry. Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

"Your mother is just doing this for your own good. Why can’t you just listen and not talk back to her, you know she cannot handle all these arguments and shouting," Evelyn chimed in.

"I wasn’t talking to you," he said curtly with no regard for her feelings. "If you care about her so much, you can stay and have dinner with her but I have no interest in that."

With that said, he turned around to leave once again. It was at this moment when he heard his mother’s shrill voice reach his ears.

"Xavier Wilder!" His name left her lips. He halted in his steps but he kept his gaze forward, never turning back to look or acknowledge her. "If you leave now, don’t bother coming back again," she threatened, her voice shaking with anger.

He didn’t even spare her another glance as he let the next few words leave the tip of his tongue before he walked off.

"I won’t be coming back anyway."

***

First Person POV

"I don’t know how to do this..." Serena admitted softly as she held the paint brush in her hand, letting it hover over the blank canvas. Her eyes darted over to meet my gaze. "I’m not a very artistic person."

I punched her playfully in her arm as the corners of my lips curled upwards into an encouraging smile. "Don’t underestimate yourself, just let it flow," I said, gesturing in an animated manner.

"I can’t let it flow if I have nothing," she said as she jutted out her bottom lips into a pout as she set her paint brush down eliciting a soft chuckle from me. She turned around to look at her kids already painting on their own canvas. "But it seems like my kids are enjoying themselves," she commented with a smile.

"They definitely are, aren’t they?"

As soon as the words left the tip of my tongue, her youngest daughter, Emily, burst out crying, her sobs and yells filled the art studio. Concerned, Serena and I immediately rushed over with worried expressions.

"What happened?" Serena checked her daughter’s flushed face, arms and legs for injuries but thankfully there were none. Instead, our eyes flickered over, glancing down at the spilled paint on the floor.

Emily continued to cry and fuss for a while, causing some people in the studio to turn and glare at us with judgement and frowns. Some were even shaking their heads in disapproval and clicking their tongues in annoyance. I watched as Serena tried her best to get Emily to calm down as she picked her up in her arms.

It was at this moment when a loud bang sliced through the air. The sudden loud sound startled both her daughters, now Emily and Emma were both crying uncontrollably. I whipped my head around to see a man rise from his chair after he slammed his hand against the table. He looked clearly annoyed and frustrated as he stared at us with disdain.

"Can you get your daughters to stop crying? It’s disrupting the peace of the studio. I don’t even know why they allowed you guys in here in the first place. We should have a rule to ban children from entering," he spat the words out.

His eyes swept across the few people who were in the studio. "Don’t yall think so too?" He asked, the words that left his lips carried a sharp edge to it, piercing the tension that was lingering in the air.

People began to mutter and whisper among themselves, some were even nodding their heads in approval.

I glanced over to see the distraught and helpless look that was plastered across Serena’s face as she carried both daughters in her arms now. Her eyes darted around anxiously, thinking what to do next.

"All of you should be ashamed of yourself!" I yelled out loud, jumping in to defend her. "Can’t you see that she is already trying to comfort her daughters. Don’t you guys have an ounce of sympathy or understanding?"

"Why should we be sympathetic or understanding towards someone like her?" The same man retorted. "She is the one who brought those trouble makers into this place. We paid good money to be here, we didn’t pay to listen to some spoiled brats cry all day."

My eyes widened and I clenched my jaw tightly as anger pulsed through every single vein inside of me. "Don’t you dare call those kids brats. You were the one who scared them after you banged on the table like an immature teen who can’t control his anger," I snarled as I narrowed my eyes at him.

I watched as the man’s eyes grew wide with rage and he balled up his fists tightly beside him.

"You–!"

"Why? Did I say something wrong?"

He scoffed loudly. "Just you wait... I know the boss of this place," he bragged with a smug look etched onto his face and arrogance oozing from every inch of his skin. "I’m going to call her and she will come right down and kick your asses out of here!" He threatened through gritted teeth.

"Go ahead, I would love to have a good talk with her."

He picked up his phone and made the call in front of everyone. "Can you please come down to your art studio now? Some people here are causing trouble and ruining the place," he sneered as he eyed us.

It didn’t take long before the door flew open and a familiar high-pitched voice reached my ears.

"Who’s causing trouble here?!"

I looked up to see that it was Evelyn who was standing by the door.

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