Part 114

Part 114

Ignoring Bryan, who never took his eyes off the two of them, Nicholas and Alesya walked hand in hand towards the front door. They looked like newlyweds who couldn't bear to be separated.

Especially when they reached the front door, Alesya suddenly hugged Nicholas. She didn't want to let go, nor did she want to see him leave.

"I'll be right back."

"But I'll still be alone, Nik."

"Um... here's what we'll do. As soon as I return from the venue, I'll come straight here to pick you up. How about that?"

"I'd like that... but," Alesya bit her lower lip, making Nicholas unable to resist the urge to taste those pink lips.

"But what?"

"I can't enter Bryan's room."

"Oh, that. I've thought of a way out. A courier will deliver something to you shortly. Get ready, and when you return, I'll pick you up."

"Something? What?" Alesya raised her face. Her wide, curly-lashed eyes blinked.

Oh my... it made Nicholas really adore this innocent girl.

"Just wait." Nicholas checked his watch. "I'll go now, don't want to get stuck in traffic."

Reluctantly, Alesya nodded, releasing her grip from Nicholas's waist.

"Take care on the road."

"You too, at home. Wait for me, don't go out in this attire. After I leave, go straight to your room, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." Nicholas briefly brushed Alesya's lips. "There's Bryan," he whispered before quickly leaving.

Alesya flinched, touching her moist lips, which were warm from Nicholas's kiss.

"If that's the case, let Bryan be around us more often," she murmured to herself. She scanned the area for Bryan, just as Nicholas had suggested. However, Alesya furrowed her brow. She saw Bryan coming from behind.

"Sha..." Bryan hurriedly blocked Shabila as soon as he reached the stairs. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going home. Staying here just makes me upset. You boss me around as you please. Do you think I'm your maid, huh?"

She pointed to Bryan's chest, trying to hurt him. Like how he had just ripped apart her heart, leaving it shapeless.

Embarrassed by Bryan's actions, which she felt had humiliated her in front of Nicholas and Alesya.

"Besides, you already have a lawful wife. Recognized by the state, so why should I stay here? That's just foolish!"

Shabila glared at Alesya, who had just arrived on the second floor. If there were another way to get to Nicholas's room, Alesya wouldn't have passed by Bryan and Shabila.

"Get out of the way!" Shabila pushed Bryan. If Bryan hadn't held her back, she would have collided with Alesya.

"Sha, don't do this." Bryan continued to try to intervene. "I'm sorry if what happened earlier made you uncomfortable. But trust me, Sha, I'll never do it again."

"No, I don't believe your words."

Despite being persuaded, Shabila still didn't want to listen to Bryan's words. She continued to try to leave, angry that she didn't want to serve Bryan except in the bedroom. Alesya, who didn't care about the commotion between Bryan and Shabila, simply walked away, leaving the husband and wife to argue or settle their dispute.

"I promise I'll do anything if you forgive me." Bryan knelt in front of Shabila, pleading with his final words, hoping to gain forgiveness from his beloved wife.

"Anything?" Shabila tapped her waist.

"Yes, I promise."

"In that case, you have to buy me the bag I mentioned yesterday. And promise me, never boss me around again. In any form, I won't accept it."

"I'll try."

"No trying or anything like that, Yan. I want you to treat me this way. Do you understand?"

"Fine, if that's what you want!" Bryan hugged Shabila. He breathed a sigh of relief; Shabila's anger could subside. It wasn't as dramatic as usual.

"I want to go to the office, do you want to come or stay at home?"

"Neither go nor stay."

"Then?"

"I want to go shopping." Shabila extended her hand. "Where's the credit card? I want to shop. After that, I want to have lunch with friends, Yan. So I won't get bored at home. If I'm satisfied, I'll drop by the office to pick you up."

"Pick me up?"

Shabila nodded quickly. "Yes, I'll pick you up and take you to the office. I'll use my car. If you object, then buy me a new car, so it won't be inconvenient like this."

"But..."

"But what? Don't like it?" Shabila huffed. "Whether you like it or not, you have to like it because what I'm asking for aligns with your promise to my father to make me happy. To make me the queen in your life, even if there's no reception between us." Her eyes narrowed. "Or perhaps you've already forgotten all of that?"

Taking a deep breath, Bryan nodded faintly. He agreed with Shabila's wish to avoid further arguments between them. After this, it seemed that Bryan would have to be more patient in dealing with Shabila for the sake of their marriage.

Although it was difficult, Bryan was confident that everything would be fine. This was the path he had chosen, so he had to accept all the risks as per the course he had set for himself.

"What's that, Bi?" Shabila asked when she saw one of the household assistants passing by with two packages in hand, sparking Shabila's curiosity.

"Mr. Nicholas's order for Miss Alesya," she replied politely, without diminishing her respect for Shabila. "Excuse me, Miss, Mr. Nicholas instructed me to deliver this to Miss Alesya promptly so she doesn't have to wait too long." With a slight bow, the middle-aged woman bid them farewell.

"Wait, I want to see what's inside." Without waiting for approval, Shabila reached out and snatched both packages, examining what was inside.

"Wow... these are products from the brand I admire the most!" Shabila exclaimed enthusiastically, holding up two tops that impressed her.

Shabila handed the jeans to the house assistant so she could choose a cute top freely.

"I'll take this one." Shabila hugged the halter top with thin straps that tied around the neck, showing off her smooth shoulders. Of course, Shabila loved it. If there had been a short mini skirt or shorts for bottoms, she would have taken those too.

"Give this to Alesya. I like the brand, but not the style." Without a trace of guilt, Shabila carried one of the packages into her room.

"Miss... b-but..."

"Enough, Bi. Don't protest if you still want to work here. If Nicholas objects, just say it's my order, and I'll talk to him later. Remember, Shabila's needs are more important than Alesya's, even if it's from Nicholas." Bryan waved his hand dismissively. "Take it away!"

Reluctantly, the middle-aged woman carried away the remaining package, delivering it to Alesya, who had been sitting alone, lost in thought. She had been staring at her vibrating phone, waiting for a call or message from Nicholas.