CHAPTER 4: TAMING THE ICE KING

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Alyssa spent these days memorising everything about Harrison's schedule.

“This man has to be a robot, Kate. He doesn't even rest,” she spoke into her phone.

“Have you spoken to him yet?” Kate asked.

“He barely has any time for himself. How would he have for me?” Alyssa sighed.

Kate nodded. “If you want to win this bet, you'd have to force yourself on him,” she advised.

“Yeah, I know. I'd call you later to give you more updates. I'm leaving now,” Alyssa said, and she ended the call.

She stepped into the kitchen and carried the food she had prepared.

“Like they always say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.” She smiled.

She was able to convince Alfred to take her to Harrison's company.

Alfred was more than happy that he even escorted her through the company's gate and to the front of Harrison's office.

Alyssa didn't miss the fact that she had strange gazes as she walked beside Alfred.

But it was understandable. From what Alfred had told her, Harrison wasn't a dealer with women.

“He's in there. Good luck,” Alfred uttered. Spending just three days with this girl showed that this was probably what Harrison needed.

Bidding Alfred goodbye, Alyssa knocked on the door.

There was no response.

After waiting for a while, Alyssa took a deep breath and walked in.

“I don't remember asking for a delivery service.” Harrison slowly lifted his head and stared at her.

“Well, you didn't eat before leaving the house. So as your wife, I thought you might be hungry,” Alyssa answered, highlighting the word “wife.”

“What game are you trying to play?” Harrison leaned back on his chair, causing the suit to pull against his taut muscles.

Normally, this would have distracted Alyssa, but she was here for another goal.

“I don't enjoy you interrupting my work,” Harrison frowned.

Alyssa pulled a chair in front of him. “You said you wanted to take me up on the bet, so you have to allow me to do these things. Besides, everyone has to eat, Harrison. Even robots get fed with oil,” she uttered.

“If I wanted to eat, I'd order food.” Harrison completely shut her down. “So leave my office. You being my wife doesn't mean you get to intrude on my personal space,” he frowned.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. “Don't be miserable, CEO,” she dragged the last word before opening one of the containers, and the scent of chicken filled the air.

Harrison's eyes twitched. This lady was playing with him, but why did the food smell so good?

“Alyssa…”

“Just take a bite. If you don't like it, I'd leave and never do this again,” she uttered, carrying the plate to her lap.

Alyssa knew she was a great cook. If modelling didn't take so much time for a passion, she would have also become a chef.

“Another bet…” Harrison sighed, but he didn't refuse any longer and simply watched the girl.

“Yes!”

Alyssa answered, and she picked a portion of the rice with the spoon. “Say ahh…”

“I'm not a child, I can feed myself,” Harrison frowned, but the lady was unwilling, so he opened his mouth.

She inserted the food in his mouth and watched him chew.

On Harrison's face was a perfect stony expression, masking his reaction.

He picked a napkin and wiped his mouth. “You can leave now,” he uttered, beckoning towards the door.

“Oh—” Alyssa was a bit surprised. “You don't have any comments?”

“You expect me to thank you for disrupting my work? You can leave,” Harrison uttered brutally.

Alyssa shrugged; at least she tried. Even though she did feel a bit hurt. There wasn't anyone who had complained about her food.

She began to pack up the food.

Suddenly, Harrison grabbed her hand. “Leave the food.”

“Oh, so you do like the food?” Alyssa taunted, a playful smirk on her lips.

But Harrison stood up. The movement was so sudden that it made Alyssa flinch.

Then he leaned closer, clamping his hands on her seat and trapping her with his body.

Alyssa swallowed. This man was way too close; he had the scent of a new book and rain, and it permeated her nose.

But she wasn't giving up.

“Are you trying to intimidate me, Master Harrison? Because it's not working,” Alyssa said.

But all Harrison did was smile, and then he leaned closer.

“You are playing a very dangerous game, Alyssa. Getting into my world might ruin you,” he whispered. The feel of his breath on her neck sent her nerves into overdrive. “You still have time to forfeit your bet, and I'd forget everything you tried to do,” he said.

Alyssa swallowed. She had wanted to get out of the wedding initially, but now that she thought about it, it wasn't that bad.

And she could also prove to Conner that she could live a good life. This was her revenge to those two criminals, and she wasn't going to let it go.

She inched her face forward and gave Harrison a peck, causing the man to blank out.

“This is my good luck charm to you. Have fun with work, and I'd meet you at home.” She softly pushed him back and stood up from the chair.

Without looking back, she walked out of the office room and shut the door.

Alyssa rested her back on the door.

“You idiot!” She hissed, pressing a palm to her burning cheek. “A peck? Really? You could have just left, but you gave that ice king a peck?!” Her heart was banging against her ribs.

“Get it together, Alyssa. He's your husband now. There's nothing strange with pecking him, and you even pecked him as a waiter. There's no difference.” she mumbled, calming herself down.

She walked out of the elevator and didn't look back. “I need ice-cream right now.”

Inside the office, the atmosphere had grown chilly. Harrison stood exactly where she left him.

He raised his hand, brushing the spot where her lips had touched him. This was also the same spot she kissed him the other time.

Twice had this woman invaded his personal space.

“Ridiculous,” he gritted his teeth, before walking back to his seat.

He grabbed the file on his desk and flipped it with aggressive force.

‘Page one. Investment details.’

He stared at the words, and they blurred.

‘Page one. Investment details.’

“Very distracting.” He frowned. The office was filled with her flowery scent.

His eyes flew to the pack of food. He picked up the fork and stabbed a piece of chicken, eating it without an expression.

“Delicious.” he muttered, a small smile forming on his face.