Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 418: Potential Error

In the dream, it felt like Anthony was trying to tell me something, but it felt so difficult for me to hear him. Then, Bradon appeared out of nowhere and pulled me away while I struggled. It was a strange dream, and it didn’t help that I wasn’t sure what Anthony was trying to say to me. Although I had never seen the two brothers together before in real life, the clear disagreement between them wasn’t quite what I had imagined in my mind.

"I wonder if he’s home..." I whispered to myself after I realized that I didn’t quite remember all the details of the dream that I had.

Wrapping a robe around my thin nightgown, I quickly made my way down to the living room. My instincts told me that Bradon was home and that it was about time we got down to talking about what exactly was bothering him. It felt like I had hit the jackpot when I found Bradon sitting casually on the sofa the moment I walked into the living room. It felt like he had been waiting for me, and I could sense that we wanted to talk things out so that we could get to the bottom of whatever it was we needed to talk about. I offered him a smile that I hoped made my intentions for a peaceful talk quite clear.

"You’re back..." I said to break the silence between us.

"Yes, as you can see..." he replied before he fixated his eyes on me.

His intense gaze, as he stared at me while waiting for me to strike up the conversation without offering any help, made me feel slightly cornered. It wasn’t easy to come up with the right words, and there was also the risk that I had completely misunderstood him and his reaction. For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to proceed and wondered if I should avoid the matter altogether by talking about something more casual. When that thought entered my mind, I reminded myself that I wouldn’t last very long by Bradon’s side if I started acting like a coward.

"It’s great that Anthony has finally woken up..." I said after a moment of making up my mind.

"It sure is, but I always knew that he would wake up eventually," Bradon replied.

For a moment, I thought I saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips, but that smile was gone all too soon. There was an unreadable look in his eyes that gave me the confirmation I needed-that I wasn’t simply imagining things. Something was wrong, and it was my job to make it right.

"I’m sure that you were pleasantly surprised and also happy, just like Diana and me," I said before taking a pause to gauge his reaction.

"Of course," he replied quite passively.

"If that’s the case, I was just wondering why you acted quite disturbed or even upset, you know, at the hospital..." I gently nudged him for an answer.

"I wasn’t upset," Bradon replied a little too quickly for me to believe his words.

"I think Anthony must have felt very confused and disoriented after spending so much time in his coma. It’s sad, but I’m sure that he wasn’t thinking straight..." I said, as I tried to keep my voice from shaking.

Bradon looked at me intently for a short moment before his eyes narrowed at me suspiciously. I could feel myself shriveling under his intense gaze as I struggled to come up with what to say. Although I had said so much already, I couldn’t bring myself to finish what I had really started out to say.

"What is it that you’re really trying to say?" Bradon asked, and it was clear to me that his patience was fast approaching its limit.

"It’s all a misunderstanding. You know, how Anthony called my name when he woke up," I replied, sounding more defensive than I would have liked.

Bradon’s eyes widened slightly at me before his face transformed once again into an unreadable mask. That was enough to tell me that I had hit the nail right on the head and that I needed to continue, even if it was difficult.

"I’m sure that Anthony was just confused after waking up, and I was just the first person that he saw. That’s why he called my name..." I tried my best to explain.

I clamped my mouth shut as I tried to read Bradon’s reaction to see if any of my words had reached him; however, his face was still as blank and emotionless as before.

"Why are you telling me this?" Bradon asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, you seemed a little upset and you left the hospital so fast, so I thought that you might have misunderstood something..." I replied.

"You think that I might have misunderstood? Misunderstood what exactly?" he asked, his voice cold, yet there was an edge of dissatisfaction that did not escape me.

"You know just as well as I do just how crazy in love Anthony is with my sister. There’s no other reason why he would call out my name like that, except because I happened to be the first person that he saw when he opened his eyes. It’s nothing important, and you should not read anything into it," I tried desperately to explain.

Bradon did not look convinced in the slightest, although I wasn’t sure why. On the other hand, there was a part of me that felt like my words of explanation sounded like excuses. My words rang hollow even to my own ears, and for a moment, I wondered if that was because there was a part deep inside me that suspected there could be something more. However, that seemed impossible.

"What if you’re wrong?" Bradon asked.

"What?" I said when he managed to catch me off guard.

"What if you’re wrong? What if there’s another reason why Anthony was calling your name so desperately?" Bradon repeated his question again.