Chapter 4. A Sweet Threat

“Kimberly? Why have you been so long in the bathroom?” Fargo slightly protested as Kimberly just returned to the dining room.

“Sorry.” That was the only word Kimberly could say. She sat back down beside Fargo. Her facial expression clearly showed she was desperately trying to hide the turmoil in her heart and mind.

Not long after she returned to the dining room, Damian stepped in firmly. The handsome man's aura was cold and very mysterious.

“Damian, where have you been?” Daston interrogated his son.

“I just spoke with someone important,” Damian replied flatly while looking at Kimberly, who appeared pale.

“Someone important? Who? Are you close to a woman?” Fidelya asked curiously.

“You could say that,” Damian answered again with a smile on his face.

“Wow, I can’t wait to know the woman you’re close to, Damian,” Fidelya said enthusiastically, clearly impatient.

Hearing Damian’s words, Kimberly’s face grew paler, her eyes clearly showing fear. She chose to lower her head. Truly, she had been cursing her own stupidity nonstop. How could she have spent the night with her husband’s step-uncle? Just imagining it made her want to disappear from the world.

Throughout the dinner, Damian kept staring at Kimberly, who kept her head bowed, not daring to look at him. A faint smile appeared on his face. No one else noticed that Damian’s gaze was fixed solely on Kimberly.

When dinner ended, Kimberly hurriedly invited Fargo to go home. They said goodbye to the whole family. Damian remained silent the entire time. Even when Fargo and Kimberly left first, he showed no reaction. Only a mysterious smile and a gaze full of deep meaning appeared on his face.

On the way home, Kimberly didn’t say a word. Fargo was also focused on driving. The night grew late, and the city of Los Angeles was brightly lit by street lamps, making it easier for the car to pass through.

“Kimberly, what’s wrong?” Fargo asked, glancing briefly at his wife. For some reason, he felt something was different about her.

“N–nothing, I’m fine. I’m just tired. I want to rest soon,” Kimberly answered quickly, forcing a smile.

“We’ll be there soon. You can rest then. Remember, tomorrow morning you have to come to the company. There are documents you must sign,” Fargo reminded Kimberly, his tone indifferent.

“Can’t you bring the documents home? I’ll sign them at home,” Kimberly said, reluctant to go.

“No, I can’t. Tomorrow I’ll be home late. I need your signature. Those documents are important because you’ve invested your money in my new company,” Fargo replied, emphasizing and implicitly forcing his wife to come.

Kimberly sighed deeply. Then she nodded. No other choice, she preferred to avoid arguments. Fully trusting Fargo was the best way to keep their marriage intact.

***

A classic-designed office created a calm atmosphere as Kimberly sat on the sofa there. The scent of musk wafted to her nose. The beautiful woman began to carefully read the documents just delivered by the secretary. She was alone in Fargo’s office because her husband was meeting business partners outside.

When she was sure about the contents of the documents, Kimberly immediately signed them. Suddenly, Fargo’s phone rang. She sighed softly; Fargo had forgotten his phone. She took her husband’s phone and looked confused at the name displayed.

“Gilda? Why is Gilda calling Fargo?” Kimberly murmured with a serious expression. The next moment, she was about to answer the call but was too late because Fargo came first and snatched the phone.

“Don’t answer my phone, Kimberly!” Fargo warned in a rather loud tone.

Kimberly’s expression changed as the man looked very angry at her. “Why is my stepsister calling you? Since when are you close to Gilda?”

Gilda Olaf is Kimberly’s stepsister. Five years ago, Kimberly lost her mother due to a serious illness. One year after her mother’s passing, her father remarried a widow who had a daughter named Gilda Olaf. It could be said that Kimberly and Gilda’s relationship was never good. Gilda always looked for trouble over small matters. What Kimberly didn’t understand was why Gilda was calling Fargo. She was sure Fargo was never close to his stepsister.

“I have business with her,” Fargo answered flatly and coldly.

“What business? Gilda is a model. What kind of business involves her?” Kimberly pressed, demanding her husband explain.

“Stop your accusations, Kimberly! I do have business with Gilda. She is a model at my friend’s company,” Fargo said firmly, annoyed. However, his eyes showed a little worry and anxiety.

“Excuse me, Mr. Fargo?” A secretary entered Fargo’s office and immediately stopped their argument.

“What is it?” Fargo shifted his gaze to the secretary.

“Sir, Mr. Damian Darrel is outside. May he come in?” the secretary asked, making Kimberly surprised.

“Please let my uncle in,” Fargo replied flatly.

“Alright, Sir.” The secretary bowed and excused herself.

“Fargo....”

Kimberly’s words were cut off when she saw Damian enter Fargo’s office. Her face turned panicked. Her heart raced hard when she saw the man. Last night, Fargo hadn’t said he would invite Damian. If only Kimberly had known, she would have desperately refused her husband’s invitation to come to the company.

Oh God, why is that man here? Kimberly thought anxiously.

“Uncle, please sit! Thank you for coming,” Fargo said to Damian.

Damian nodded briefly. He sat not far from Kimberly. A smile appeared on his face. He knew Kimberly was shocked and panicked to see him. But he remained calm and unburdened, as if he had no problems.

“Kimberly, Uncle Damian will be the biggest investor in my new company,” Fargo told his wife.

“Oh, I see.” Kimberly smiled faintly hearing the fact spoken by her husband. Her throat felt choked, and she couldn’t form words. Fear and anxiety kept creeping into her.

Fargo’s phone vibrated strongly in his pants pocket. Fargo’s face looked panicked when he got a call right in front of Kimberly. The handsome man was a bit flustered but tried to hide his anxiety.

“Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom for a moment.” Fargo immediately left Damian and Kimberly in the room.

“Fargo, wait!” Kimberly wanted to follow him, but what reason could she give? It was impossible to follow her husband who wanted to go to the bathroom.

“I just found out there’s a woman who willingly gave a large amount of money for her husband. Great! I rarely meet a woman like you, Kim.” Damian said as he read the documents in front of him. He saw Kimberly as an investor with a considerable amount, but of course, that meant nothing to him.

Kimberly exhaled harshly hearing Damian’s words. She gave a cold and unfriendly look. “Fargo is my husband, so I must help him. Money is not a problem.”

“Well, a good wife,” Damian commented with a mysterious smile. He took his pen and signed the documents. Then he put the documents on the table and stared intently at Kimberly. “Don’t be too naive as a woman, Kimberly. You can be kind, but don’t be stupid.”

“What do you mean?” Kimberly furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper at her husband’s uncle.

Damian didn’t say much but suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s hand. He pulled his body close to hers. Kimberly was shocked when Damian hugged her tightly.

“L–let me go, U–Uncle!” Kimberly hit the man’s muscular arm.

“Call my name, Kim,” Damian whispered hoarsely in front of Kimberly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle! Let me go! My husband might see!” Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic.

“Call my name, and I will let you go,” Damian whispered again while roughly caressing her cheek.

“Damian Darrel, let me go!” Kimberly said firmly, breathing heavily with emotion.

Damian smiled mysteriously. He released his hug on Kimberly. But unfortunately, he didn’t really let go. He pulled Kimberly’s chin, bringing her lips closer to his. “You’re like a wild tiger when angry. I like your anger, Kim,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You’re crazy, Damian! I already have a husband! Forget what happened that time!” Kimberly shouted as a warning.

“Unfortunately, I can’t forget my new fantasy, Kim,” Damian replied while staring deeply into Kimberly’s hazel eyes that clearly showed her blazing anger. “I’m curious, what if your husband finds out about our scandal?”

Kimberly’s face was so scared and pale hearing the man’s words. “I–I warn you, never tell anyone about what happened at the nightclub. Or I will—”

“Or what, Kimberly? You want to threaten me, hm?”

“Yes! I will teach you a lesson if you tell others! I’m not joking with my words, Damian!” Kimberly emphasized.

Damian chuckled again hearing Kimberly’s threat. This was the first time someone threatened Damian Darrel. The handsome man now pulled Kimberly closer to him. Their lips even touched. Their breaths brushed each other’s skin. Damian’s dark brown eyes locked with Kimberly’s hazel eyes.

“A very sweet threat, Kim. I like your threat.”