Can you return the favour?

The car drove into the house.

I looked out at the empty spaces on both sides of the driveway.

They'd have made a good garden of beautiful flowers.

A soft ray of blue light glows on the porch,and I suddenly got more nervous.

I am going to be living with a man I hadn't met before.

We haven't met before and I only researched about him three days ago since he was the perfect man for me,no,my plans.

The car pulled to a stop,and a sneeze escaped my lips.

"iishhh!"i covered my face with my palms,to avoid my saliva or mucus spilling out.

"Seems like your wife has just caught a cold.

Mr Winslow,do well as to prepare her a warm bath,and hot tea."Pierre commented,and I shot him a glare from the mirror.

He raised his hands up in surrender.

I extended my hand to reach for the door,but it was yanked open from the outside.

Huh?

My eyes rolled back to the empty space beside me.

When did he get out?

"Spoiler,"Pierra guarded his mouth at both sides with his hands.

"I've never seen this gentle man side of him before. He wouldn't even get the door for his mother."he whispered.

My face wrinkles up in confusion instead.

That makes his action hella-hecka bizarre.

I stepped out and he shut the door.

I scooped my dress up in my hands.

My breaths spiralled, leaving me no sure way to breathe comfortably.

Pierra drove to the lot.

"Follow me."I heard Miguel directs,and turned to see him walking towards the entrance door.

I stared around; this house looks almost empty.

Is he and Pierre the only one living here?

Then, there's a problem!

How can I possibly live with two strange men?

Miguel threw me a look,and I sighed,before scurrying after him.

A nice and cozy living room appeared in my view,as I went through the door.

I like how things were arranged...the colours.. everything.. nothing flashy, just simple,and welcoming..or more 'homey'

"Now,will you look at me?"he snorts behind me.

I moved forward before turning back to look at him.

"Your...house is nice."I muttered,biting my lips.

"Well,sure."he answered arrogantly,before scrunching up his nose.

"Why am I suddenly married to you today?"he questioned, straight away,as he set his head askew.

A sharp breath left my lips.

"Uhm..I know..tha..that.. would have taken you off guard.."I stuttered.

"It did."he interrupts, brusquely.

I cleared my voice,then itched my throat, nervously.

Goodness.

"..I had no other choice but to get married to you, Mr Winslow." Now that was more brave..but I don't think it's a good idea for me to be in this situation.

He chuckled,wryly.

"Really? Till this morning,I still told my board of directors that if I get married,I should be called a pig. But...this? Hahaha..."he laughed for a second then frowned the next.

"I want to believe you've studied me. Then you should know ma.."

"You don't want anything to do with ladies,yes..I know that. But,this isn't even love!"I cut him off, abruptly.

His eyes narrowed at me.

"I need you,Mr Winslow.. and I believe you need me too."I squared up my shoulders.

"What will I need from a doll like you?"he scoffed.

"Well... anything...you know."I replied,with a shrug.

I saw a glint in his eyes.

He was amused! Again!

"Well, wrong choice of words!"my second chimes in my head.

"Anything?"he crossed his arms,peering his eyes down at me.

My eyeslashes moves fastly.

"Maybe...not anything...but actually something.. and,I am not a doll!"I defended.

"Hm,"he chuckles,eyeing me.

"I see. Angry doll then?"

"I am neither an angry or gentle doll!"I almost screamed.

I won't have him talking down at me on our first meeting.

I won't have anyone talk down at me again.

"Oh, I'll so much like to call you that now."he grins.

I gnashed my teeth at him.

"Anyways,I need your help. I have so many mysteries in my family to unravel and, you're the only strong help....

You're the only man that seems enough for me."I explained,taking a deep breath in.

"Never would I have seen me getting married to one of Wilsons daughters,especially you."

His next words blasted like a bomb in my heart.

What?

"What...do you mean?"my brows arched up.

He sighed,uncrossed his arms and stalked to one of the couch to sit down.

I made a turnaround,and watched him.

"It's pretty obvious that your family is chaotic, isn't it?"he looked to the side.. side-eyeing me.

I ran my fingers in my hair, frustratedly.

"Then,do you know what I want then?"

"Can I ask you a question?"his eyes shot back at me.

I blinked, nodding vigorously.

"What suddenly changed?"

His question left me befuddled.

"What what?"I asked.

"Why...are you doing all these now?"

"I've been planning. So,all these didn't happened overnight."

"And me? I think I happened overnight,in your little chess game."he dragged the last statement,his pupils studying me, closely.

"I thought I could trust my husband. And when I couldn't,I turned-coats."I replied.

"Back to my question,do you know what I want?"

He looked away from me,placing a palm on the space beside him on the couch.

"I know what you seek is not revenge."he uttered, gruffly.

I rushed to his side.

My eyes glowing in satisfaction.

"I was right to have chosen you."I grinned.

His cold gaze met with mine.

"But can you return the favour?"

A breath got stuck in my throat.

Return his favor?

What would that be?

From the looks of it,it wouldn't be an easy one.