Arrogance And Sweet

Matilda Huston was adjusting the collar of her coat when the phone began to ring. She caught it mid-air, balancing it against her shoulder, her other hand fumbling with her bag. The screen flashed a familiar name, and a small, genuine smile broke across her face."Hi, Ivan," she said warmly, her voice light despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "How are you? And how's my sweet little Azalea?""She's fine, though she keeps asking about her Aunt Matilda," he replied, laughter threading through his words.Matilda felt a pang of longing. "I miss her too. But you know I can't visit for at least two years," she said softly."No worries, Matilda. I know you only moved to Canada six months ago. Have you managed to find a job yet?"Her smile widened. "Actually, I've got an interview today. And it's with one of the top companies in Canada.""Brilliant! Best of luck. You'll get it - I can feel it," he said, his excitement contagious."I'll call you this evening - morning for you in Malaysia,"

Easton pushed the door open with deliberate calm. Nathan looked up from his desk, startled. "Mr. Easton? What... what brings you here?" he stammered.Without warning, Easton punched him sharply across the jaw, the sound cracking through the silent office. Nathan's eyes widened in shock and fear."I have been receiving your complaints for months, Nathan," Easton's voice was low, deadly, each word deliberate, measured. "I told you to reform. And yet, today, despite her being under my direct supervision, you harass her. How do you explain this?"Matilda's chest tightened. She watched silently, a shiver running down her spine. How does he know everything without being told? she thought, awe mingled with fear."I... I... she-she is lying! She tried to seduce me!" Nathan blurted out, voice breaking.Easton's eyes narrowed, icy, and he turned slowly toward her. Without warning, he grasped her hand possessively, guiding it forward.His thumb brushed over her bruised wrist, the gesture territor

She had been sitting in his room since morning, and the servant left food. A few of them look at her with curiosity making her feel unknowingly embarrassed. “I am bored, Sparkles let go down” she said to her cat and left the room. Few servants were doing their routine work. She silently sits over the sofa observing things. The mansion was too huge. She was sitting in the launch where a lot of paintings and expensive decorations pieces were glittering. She felt even more bored. She looked around towards the servants who were secretly looking at her with curiosity. She got up.“What? What happened, why are you guys looking at me like this?” she asked softly. A woman in her 60s walks ahead.“You are the first woman after My lady, who came here” she said,“My Lady?” she repeats.“Yeah Master’s mother” she said.“I am the first one he brought home, how can it be? He has dozens of girlfriends” she thought. Then the door opened and she turned. When he came home, he looked tired and drunk.“T

She was getting bored while sitting inside the room. She does not want to face him after what he said. She went down. She decided to go outside. There was a huge garden outside. She has liked gardens since childhood. She once had one when she never moved to Canada. She took a deep breath. She was really fond of the plants. She walked towards the Garden it has many plants. Almost every kind of plant. Hibiscus used her favorite. She smelled hibiscus and it brought her back to so many memories. The Garden needed a bit of attention; plants were drying out due to dehydration. She looked around and there was a water pitcher nearby. She fills it with water and gives water to every plant. The garden was too huge. He parked the car in the parking lot and got out of the car. He heard water splash from the garden. He walked towards the garden. Matilda was pouring water on the plants. It has been years since someone nourished this garden. He looked at her. After a while she felt his eyes. She

For the whole next day she was checking upon his fever. By evening when the temperature goes low, she makes him egg soup. He has gained consciousness by now. His phone was continuously ringing. He was trying to reach it, and Matilda picked it up. “I am Mr. Easton’s assistant, he is currently not well so you can talk to him tomorrow bbye,” she said and hung up the phone. He gives her a sigh. “You are acting like my mom,” he said, annoyed. “Miss Fanaggaen would definitely have the same attitude if you are going to work when you are ill,” she said annoyed. “Now you are not going out of bed, you have caught a cold, I have brought you some medicine and you are going to take them on time,” she said while raising her finger. “Okay Mom” he said, exhausted. “Who was on the call?” he asked. “Don’t know some random woman” she shrugged. He rolled his eyes. ****** He remained over the bed for the three days. Now he was feeling better. He came out of the bathroom, when she said. “Mr. Fana