The next day, Arwen was sitting on the couch of another room and was watching Gianna incredulously. She was unpacking her luggage and putting it in the clothes brought in the wardrobe in the corner. But her way of unpacking wasn't as simple as it should be. Instead, she looked like she was just ssing it up over and over again.
"Anna," Not able to take it for another second, Arwen spoke, "I think you should leave that to the house help. I am sure they won't mind helping you out with unpacking. They did mine, and I find all my things at the right ti and at the right place."
Gianna, looking all busy at work, shook her head. "Why bother them when I can do it myself?"
Arwen scanned the place one ti more before forcing a smile. "You can do it yourself? I an, are you sure about it?"
Not understanding what she ant, Gianna turned and looked at her with furrowed brows. "What do you an?" she asked, but then noticing the expression on her face, she raised a finger at her. "You — are you saying that I can't do a simple thing as unpacking and arranging a wardrobe?"
Arwen shook her head and then gestured her to look at the condition around. "I am not saying anything. It's the ssed-up room that seems to crying for rcy."
"Arwen Quinn!" Gianna dropped the clothes she held in her hand and sent a warning glare to Arwen. "You better reconsider your words."
Arwen simply kept her stare at her as if challenging her back. "I think it's you who should reconsider your words, Anna," she said. "I am no longer Arwen Quinn. You can better call Arwen Winslow, or Mrs. Aiden Winslow. Or, the best will be addressing with the na new relationship we share. What say?"
"N.E.V.E.R", Gianna almost yelled. Stomping her feet, she stord her way to Arwen and continued. "I will never call you Aunt. Did you hear that?"
Shaking her head, Arwen refused, "I think it would be better if we let your uncle hear that."
"You —" Gianna gritted out. "You sure have grown guts, Wenna. Now you are threatening with his na. Is this how you are going to treat from here on? Like an evil Aunt?"
Arwen wanted to chuckle out loud, but she held it in and simply shrugged, "If you are going to torture like this," she gestured her back towards the ssed-up room, "...then yes. You are not giving out any other way."
"Arwen, I ca here to keep you company while my uncle is away and you are saying I am torturing you," she asked in a tone of disbelief. "Since when did you start being this heartless?"
"I have not yet been heartless enough, Anna," Arwen said smoothly. "I will get heartless once I start making complaints." She showed her the phone and asked her to consider it. "Do you want to be heartless?"
"You —" Gianna was about to snap but seeing Arwen already unlocking her phone, she forced her lips in a smile and shook her head. "You are the angel, the kindest of all. There is no way you can be heartless."
Arwen was amused. But keeping her person, she nodded in appreciation. "Anything else that you want to say?" she asked and then gestured her again to look around the room.
Gianna understood what she ant. Keeping the forced smile on her lips, she said through her gritted teeth. "Of course. I would love it if you could ask the house help to arrange my clothes in the wardrobe. It will save a lot of effort."
"And also, ti," Arwen added, tapping on her watch. "It's been almost two hours since you began with this."
If looks could pierce truly, Arwen would have been pricked with several needles already. Nodding Gianna, agreed. "Right," she said. "It will help save a lot of ti as well. The ti that we will ultimately spend together."
"Yes, there you got it all correct," Arwen said, clapping her hand. Standing up, she brushed her dress and then added, "Since you got to understand that now, I will ask Mr. Jones to send soone here to get this done while we can go and have fun."
With that, she grabbed Gianna's and pulled her to walk out of the room.
Gianna allowed her to take her away. When they were out of the room, down the corridor, she said in a begrudging tone. "I really want to go back and correct myself when I said that your husband is influencing you in a good way. My uncle is just spoiling you to the worst."
Arwen simply smiled. It was like she took that as a complint. When Gianna saw her smiling like that, she shook her head and said, "No, actually that's not the case. He is not just spoiling."
She paused and Arwen halted to look back at her, waiting for her to complete. "Then what else is he doing?" she probed.
"He is making you more like himself," Gianna finally said. "You are already using the tricks of his early days. And it's strangely working as if you know what's needed to make people agree to you effortlessly."
"That's not my fault, is it?" Arwen asked innocently.
And Gianna raised a brow in incredulity. "Is it not?"
"It's not," Arwen shook her head confidently. "Instead, the fault lies in you."
"?" Gianna pointed at herself and took a step forward towards her so that Arwen could look at her better. "Is it really my fault? Is that what you are saying?"
Arwen nodded, not hesitant at all. "It's yours, of course. If you weren't this scared of him, how else would I be able to scare you with his na?"
Gianna was speechless …
Was it really her fault? People who know what the devil could do would be scared of him. She was not anyone different. She just knew the Devil's capabilities too well to understand the consequences she would end up with.
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