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watching her walk right past him, with her humorless brown eyes fixed on Adessa.
She looked his wife up and down and finally offered her first words to her new daughter-in-law.
“Hello, Adessa. I've heard so much about you,” the woman said with with deliberate sarcasm.
“Oh?” Adessa asked naively.
“No, but that will change,” she barked as her eyes turned to Judas, standing next to his wife.
"I forgot, where was it you got her?" The insult was not well received.
"Oh, for fuck sake, mother! She and I met at the masquerade, I told you that."
"Yes, now I remember. The slipper fit and she moved into the castle. Is that how it went?"
If looks could kill, the woman would have been dust.
His father stood in the doorway, carrying two bags. One was larger than the other and one could guess who owned each one. Judas reached to take them as he introduced his wife. “Dad, meet my wife, Adessa. She works at the clinic across town and she is a fantastic cook.”
“Hi there, Adessa, I'm Phillip. Or, Dad. However you prefer. It's nice to finally meet the red haired beauty my son has so fondly described,” he said with a friendly expression, and Adessa smiled at the compliment. Her response was cut off by the shrill voice of his mother who had grown impatient with the exchange.
“Come, Phillip, let us settle in while Judas's wife finishes our dinner. I'm starving.”
“Actually, Mother, I'm the one making dinner. Adessa's only helping,” Judas corrected her. He'd be damned if his mother would treat Adessa like a servant in her own home.
"Oh, right," she grunted, making her way up the stairs.
Judas groaned. This was going to be a long two days.
Adessa tried several times to make conversation with the older woman, but nothing she said seemed to be well received. Anita Quinn was not the type of woman who enjoyed small talk. It seemed that everything she said was direct and to a point, which made Adessa feel like she had been scolded each time the woman spoke. The whole encounter was awkward and all she wanted was to crawl under the table and hide. Judas had to come to her rescue several times over dinner, and she was thankful that he had.
"Any grand babies on the way for me yet?" she asked as dessert was served.
"We just got married, mother. Let's not rush things. Besides, how do you even know that Adessa wants kids?" he challenged her.
"Of course she does, darling. She's a woman and the fool has already rushed in," she retorted between bites of apple pie.
His jaw clenched as he bit out, "I'm not a fool, mother. If you're in a hurry, you can always look at Mathew or Liam." He knew she was going to win. She always did. He was beginning to imagine his hands around her throat. Or someone's.
She cackled, "Mathew doesn't like children, and I'm afraid Liam quite enjoys his reputation of the town drunk."
“Are you kidding? Mathew loves kids. It will happen when he is ready and as far as Liam is concerned, maybe he would be sober more if he hadn't been thrown out on his own and denied his inheritance.” He dropped his fork on his plate and pushed it away. He needed to get away from her and fast. He shot an icy glance at his father, who had stayed quiet during the argument.
Phillip stood and began to nervously collect their dishes, carrying them to the sink without commenting and Adessa immediately stood to help him.
“The point, Judas, is that I'd like a grandchild. It's the least she could do, since she somehow managed to weasel her way in without a pre-nup.”
“Stop, Mother,” he glared at her as he stood. He was shaking now and he felt like he was in a choke hold.
“I'm being realistic. The marriage is a sham. You could at least get a baby out of it.”
He shot a glance at Adessa who looked painfully uncomfortable with the whole conversation
She looked his wife up and down and finally offered her first words to her new daughter-in-law.
“Hello, Adessa. I've heard so much about you,” the woman said with with deliberate sarcasm.
“Oh?” Adessa asked naively.
“No, but that will change,” she barked as her eyes turned to Judas, standing next to his wife.
"I forgot, where was it you got her?" The insult was not well received.
"Oh, for fuck sake, mother! She and I met at the masquerade, I told you that."
"Yes, now I remember. The slipper fit and she moved into the castle. Is that how it went?"
If looks could kill, the woman would have been dust.
His father stood in the doorway, carrying two bags. One was larger than the other and one could guess who owned each one. Judas reached to take them as he introduced his wife. “Dad, meet my wife, Adessa. She works at the clinic across town and she is a fantastic cook.”
“Hi there, Adessa, I'm Phillip. Or, Dad. However you prefer. It's nice to finally meet the red haired beauty my son has so fondly described,” he said with a friendly expression, and Adessa smiled at the compliment. Her response was cut off by the shrill voice of his mother who had grown impatient with the exchange.
“Come, Phillip, let us settle in while Judas's wife finishes our dinner. I'm starving.”
“Actually, Mother, I'm the one making dinner. Adessa's only helping,” Judas corrected her. He'd be damned if his mother would treat Adessa like a servant in her own home.
"Oh, right," she grunted, making her way up the stairs.
Judas groaned. This was going to be a long two days.
Adessa tried several times to make conversation with the older woman, but nothing she said seemed to be well received. Anita Quinn was not the type of woman who enjoyed small talk. It seemed that everything she said was direct and to a point, which made Adessa feel like she had been scolded each time the woman spoke. The whole encounter was awkward and all she wanted was to crawl under the table and hide. Judas had to come to her rescue several times over dinner, and she was thankful that he had.
"Any grand babies on the way for me yet?" she asked as dessert was served.
"We just got married, mother. Let's not rush things. Besides, how do you even know that Adessa wants kids?" he challenged her.
"Of course she does, darling. She's a woman and the fool has already rushed in," she retorted between bites of apple pie.
His jaw clenched as he bit out, "I'm not a fool, mother. If you're in a hurry, you can always look at Mathew or Liam." He knew she was going to win. She always did. He was beginning to imagine his hands around her throat. Or someone's.
She cackled, "Mathew doesn't like children, and I'm afraid Liam quite enjoys his reputation of the town drunk."
“Are you kidding? Mathew loves kids. It will happen when he is ready and as far as Liam is concerned, maybe he would be sober more if he hadn't been thrown out on his own and denied his inheritance.” He dropped his fork on his plate and pushed it away. He needed to get away from her and fast. He shot an icy glance at his father, who had stayed quiet during the argument.
Phillip stood and began to nervously collect their dishes, carrying them to the sink without commenting and Adessa immediately stood to help him.
“The point, Judas, is that I'd like a grandchild. It's the least she could do, since she somehow managed to weasel her way in without a pre-nup.”
“Stop, Mother,” he glared at her as he stood. He was shaking now and he felt like he was in a choke hold.
“I'm being realistic. The marriage is a sham. You could at least get a baby out of it.”
He shot a glance at Adessa who looked painfully uncomfortable with the whole conversation
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