3 I know you are going to throw her off.

Monica grunts in pain when Julien squeezes his fingers around her waist. She struggles to keep distance as his mother gets up and kneels down to take out a piece of envelope. An invitation. Julien doesn't take his eyes off of Monica as she leaps on her feet and clears out the table.

Essentially, today Julien had a ceremony to attend. His phone rings as he doesn't bother to answer. Monica stills as his mother snarls back at him to get going outside and there is something they want to talk about. Monica's hands stills. Very slowly, she grips the edges of the counter so tightly her knuckles turn white. They both step out. Turning to face them Monica eyes shot to the man standing behind his mother. She quickens her pace back to their room. 

She wants to get away from him and from this imagination he cocooned her into. She pulls away when a vase from Julien's bed side plops onto the floor with a bang and cracks its opening to her. Messing up the floor. She kneels down to pick up those pieces as her fingers get slashed and blood drops onto the mattress. Her eyes start to water. She seems so dishonest with her leaving him behind without even asking why he wants her to go away. The question keeps on eating her peace away. 

Irritation flashes through Julien. He wasn't a complete bastard. "I said. And I mean it. Julien." His mother gives him another owlish look and takes his hand in hers. "Tell me, you weren't planning to upset both of us? We all know it's a fake marriage but I can see how you become sensitive in a second when Ford's name was mentioned. He didn't called you because he probably knew you would be busy taking parts in cultural events." 

"Mom, let's be damn clear with one thing. She is my wife. And I can be jealous of her or with her. It doesn't matter when she leaves me or when I do. She knows better staying here than going around to look for a perfect person." Julien shrugs as he dips his chin towards his mother. "No! You won't. You won't let it happen. She gave up on everything. She doesn't have a job to do. If you throw her she will end up at some tiger's den. They will eat her up. Julien, I don't want to discuss with you further. You have disappointed me. I hope you are an adult now to choose the correct path and to present what it's worth." His mother says and slams the car's door. Before Julien could say anything. He is still in shock of what his mother said to him.

Julien searches for Monica in the kitchen when she is not there. His curiosity grows as he steps into the room suspecting blood over the mattress and the vase which was gifted by Monica's family was broken into pieces. Her clothes scattered on the bed. The blood follows to the bathroom as the sound of running water soaks into his ear. Staring at her rigid back, Julien runs a hand through his hair in frustration and asks a question. "Did you try to clean that?" 

Her hands go still. She nods "yes. I did." Julien frowns. "Yes, you really did," he says quietly. Julien was just out of the sight when all of these just happened. To think that nothing more can happen makes Julien fragile. It's Mexico afterall. She hasn't gone around the boundaries yet. Julien leans against the door jamb, folding his arms around his chest. "How's the finger?" Slowly, she turns to face him. Julien flinches. Her face is haggard, her eyes swollen. She has been sobbing for hours now. "Let me see." Julien stands behind her. He examined her fingers which were still dripping hot blood. 

He gets a towel. Silence grows between them as Julien wraps her fingers in it and goes back to the room to find bandages for her. She takes one step back. Nausea, hitting her nerves. She didn't have dinner. She slams her back to the sink as she holds herself by having a support to it. Julien gets back and quickly rushes towards her. Taking into his arms he supports her to lean on him. She looks exhausted and disheartened. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he lifts her and places her on the bed. It takes two minutes to bandage the cut as he orders a heavy dinner for her. She glances between them. Julien works his way to unpack the suitcase of Monica's. She doesn't move. She is tired. She kept on zoning out. She was barely moving her body. Julien turns to check, finding her head low and eyes closed, probably passed out. 

A quick seconds later, amantha keeps the dinner on the table. His eyes glanced over her shoulder to her hands. When she grunts in pain. Tears roll down from her eyes as Julien squats beside her and kisses her forehead and tugs her hair behind her ear. He presses a hard kiss on her temples as Monica gets up but fails from not eating enough food for the night. Her stomach grumbles as a soft chuckle leaves from Julien's throat and he hands her the platter with fork to eat it without any hesitation. Her eyes go wide when she hums with the taste of spices her taste buds hit. 

"Just sleep for tonight. I promise I will drop you to your mansion tomorrow morning." Julien gets up but gets caught up when Monica holds him to her. She tugs him down as his ears go levelled with her mouth. But nothing comes out of it. Suddenly, she gives a quick kiss on his cheek and leaves him. Julien stumbles back on his feet to leave her alone. He gets into the shower thinking how rude he sounded when he denied the fact that he got jealous over Ford for nothing. His childish it must have sounded to his mother coming from a grown man like him.