Gilbert came out of the guest room and saw his mom and dad having breakfast with Rita.
"Why are you so late? Come, have some," Mr. Marchantia said.
Gilbert nodded and sat next to his dad like an obedient child. Rita was secretly amused to see Gilbert like this.
Marina passed a cup of coffee to her son and asked, "Dear, how is the food?"
Looking at his phone, Gilbert replied, "It's regular, but why does this toast taste burnt? And these eggs aren't boiled enough."
Marina felt unhappy with her son's behavior and said, "You should appreciate your wife's effort."
Gilbert raised his eyes to look at his mother, wondering what compliment he could possibly give when the toast was clearly burnt. He continued scrolling through his phone.
Meanwhile, Gilbert's father put down the newspaper and said, "You are coming to the office with me today, and Mr. Helianthus will be there as well."
After finishing his breakfast, Gilbert said, "I'll come on my own. You can go first."
To break the tension between father and son, Marina said, "This morning, I wanted to wake you up, but she stopped me. She didn't want to ruin your sleep. She cares for you."
Gilbert folded his arms and said, "I married her because I was forced to, so don't try to persuade me."
Marina looked at him in disbelief. "You are married now. How can you still talk like that? Can't you see her efforts?"
Gilbert laughed. "Ha ha, Mom. When I needed you, you weren't there, so don't interfere in my business now."
Marina said furiously, "How could you say that? Who raised you all these years?"
The heated conversation was interrupted by the driver. "Sir, the car is ready."
As he was leaving, Gilbert's father said, "No matter for what reasons you got married, she is now part of our family. I don't want any complaints from her, and with her, your future will be brighter."
After what had happened the previous night, Gilbert was already infuriated, and the discussion with his mother only worsened his mood.
Rita came into the garden with the gardener and asked him to bring the flowers to her balcony. As the gardener left, Gilbert, still trying to control his anger, stopped her.
"Why did you throw my stuff out last night?" he asked, sitting in his chair and staring at her.
This time, Rita did not avoid his gaze. "Because I don't want to sleep with you. And I didn't throw your stuff; it was neatly packed."
Gilbert was ready to explode, but noticing a servant cleaning the ground floor nearby, he controlled himself.
"I picked that room even before you came here. I want you to empty it before I return this evening."
"No. Since I've already moved in, I don't want to change," Rita replied. She didn't actually care about the room, but because he was insisting so much, she refused to give in.
He grabbed her wrist.
"I think you're not taking me seriously. Did you forget our school days? If I do something to you here, who do you think will come to save you?"
Before he could finish, Rita saw Jenny approaching.
"Jenny, are you looking for me?" Rita called out.
Jenny looked confused but walked over anyway. Rita pulled her wrist free from Gilbert's grasp and hurried to Jenny.
In the kitchen, Jenny asked, "Is everything all right, madam?"
Rita smiled. "Of course. You can go and do your work."
Jenny headed toward the backyard.
In agitation, Rita asked, "Jenny, where are you going?"
Rita glanced outside to check whether Gilbert was coming.
"Madam, I'm going to the market," Jenny replied.
Rita calmed herself. "Okay."
He wouldn't do anything. At least, that's what she hoped.
Gilbert was no longer interested in the room itself. He simply wanted to assert his dominance.
He blocked her path.
"Where do you think you're going? Do you think these servants will save you? They all work for me. They'll do whatever I say."
Rita tried to push him aside.
"You can't do anything."
He stepped closer while she moved backward.
"Do you want to test me?" Gilbert asked.
She could move no farther; the cabinet blocked her way.
He came closer. A few strands of her long black hair fell across her face. He brushed them aside and studied her carefully.
"You didn't have hair like this before," he remarked.
He continued staring into her eyes, though she avoided his gaze. Leaning near her ear, he whispered, "I will never accept you as my wife. Just look at yourself. How could someone as ugly as you deserve to be in my room?"
Tears welled up in Rita's eyes, hidden behind her hair.
She suddenly pushed him away. Startled, he grabbed her arm.
As she struggled to free herself, her palm accidentally touched the hot pressure cooker. The burning sensation made her gasp as she looked at her injured hand.
Gilbert coldly said, "The room should be empty before I come back."
Without responding, Rita ran to her room.
Gilbert stood there alone and muttered, "She's so easy to handle."
At the office, Gilbert was on cloud nine. After what had happened that morning, he felt he could now live comfortably.
His father entered his cabin with Mr. Helianthus.
Gilbert greeted both men respectfully.
Mr. Helianthus said, "Gilbert, I gifted Helianthus Electronics to you, but remember, 51% of the shares are in Rita's name."
Gilbert hardly cared. His mind was already occupied with thoughts of divorcing Rita.
"Thank you, Mr. Helianthus. I will do my best."
"Mr. Marchantia, may I speak to Gilbert alone?" Mr. Helianthus asked.
Gilbert's father nodded. "Yes, of course."
Mr. Marchantia closed the door, leaving the two alone.
Gilbert already knew what was coming.
Mr. Helianthus said, "Do you know why I am giving you all this? Because you are my only daughter's husband. These are honeymoon tickets for two weeks. Make sure she never has any complaints, or I will take everything back."