Janice groaned as she came awake. She glanced to her side and watched Jules curl into a fetal position. He thrashed about on the bed, twisting and groaning. Janice wondered if he was having a nightmare as she watched him with a frown. Her hands went to tap his shoulder, and she grimaced whilst retracting it. "Shit!" she mumbled, glancing at him. She realized he wasn't having a nightmare, rather, he was shivering. "You are burning up." She muttered. Jules sneezed and groaned out her name. "Janice." She barely heard his weak voice called out her name. "I warned you last night, but you were so hard-headed to listen." After he made love to her last night, a storm had descended without warning. She warned him about going out. But, being the wilful man he was, he didn't listen. More so, Janice let him be, since he told her he was helping the villagers whose houses were uprooted by the storm due to the lack of a solid foundation. Jules had found a shelter for them inside the wa
She was freaking in love with Jules, Janice thought as she paced around the room. She took in a staggering breath and thought of when she began loving him. However, she couldn't come up with a reasonable answer. Moreover, the revelation appalled her because she didn't know she would fall so fast for him, seeing as men had treated her awfully in the past. Though she was aware Jules wasn't like them because he had always been gentle with her. Janice understood he didn't feel the same way about her like she did. He hadn't even mentioned the word like, let alone love, to her. He treated her only like his wife. She knew he had wedded her because of the child on the way. She couldn't help but think he would feel the way she did. Janice sighed as she sat on the bed. The baby in her tummy kicked, and she winced, rubbing it. A soft rap sounded on her door, snapping her out of her reverie. Her eyes strayed to the young maid, Judith, who entered the room. “Your majesty.” Judith curtsied,
Jules groaned as he came awake. Gradually, he opened his weary eyes and winced as the light from the sun flashed into them. He shut his eyes and tried again. This time, slower than the first. He clutched the pillow that was underneath his head and set it at his back to brace himself as he sat in a relaxed position. Jules frowned as his eyes caught sight of Janice, who was standing next to the window-whose curtain had been drawn apart with a hand on her bulging tummy. He watched her bite her bottom lips, tapped her pointed chin and scrunched a pink envelope in her free hand. “Madame…” Startled, Janice swirled as she heard Jules' voice. “You are awake!” She exclaimed, ambling to his side. “I am,” Jules affirmed, shaking his head slightly. “Since when?” she asked as she gripped a thermometer out of the opened first aid box that was near the foot of the bed. “I've been watching you for a while, but you were lost in thoughts,” he said, groaning as he opened his mouth for her to slip
“You've been moping all day, Madame. May I know what is bothering you?” Jules inquired, standing by the doorpost. He stared at Janice, and he noticed her hesitation. She bit her lips before letting a smile brighten up her face. He could tell the smile wasn't from within, and she only did it to dodge his question. He had studied her since she arrived with him at Cherview, and he knew when she was trying to evade his question. “It's nothi…” “Don't tell me it's nothing.” Jules asserted. “I've never seen you this gloomy before, and I feel you are keeping a tremendous secret from me.” Janice furrowed her brow as her eyes bored into Jules' in the mirror. He looked quite serious and didn't seem like he would let her escape from the question like she had done last night. She doubted if he already knew about what was going on and wanted to confirm with her. Because Jules often kept tabs on her, and she didn't need to tell him some things before he knew what was going on. It was one of th
The ride to his flat in London was taking forever. Jules groans, kneading the flesh at the back of his neck. He couldn't remember the last time he had been jet-lagged because he often had enough of rest before and during travelling. However, what was going on between him and Janice had made him stay up late. Also, it made him regret ever questioning her. She had not to bother walking him to the door like she usually does whenever he was going on a business trip. It seemed as if she was glad and couldn't wait to get rid of him. “We are here, sir.” The chauffeur mumbled, breaking Jules out of his thoughts. The man, Jonathan, who looked like he was in his late fifties, was the one that had always been his chauffeur ever since he arrived in London. He had stuck with him ever since. Jules liked the fact that he was respectful and did everything more orderly than other chauffeurs he had been with. “Thank you,” Jules muttered, sliding out of the car. He strode towards the huge glass d
“8 PM,” Jules murmured, glancing at the wristwatch he wore before dusting the red plastic chair. Light flickered on his face as soon as he was about to sit down. At first, he thought it was from the power supply until he glimpsed the paparazzi some meters away from him. “What the hell?!” Jules's eyes glinted. He attempted to block the continuous flash of the light with his hand, but it was of no use. They went on taking shots upon shots like he had called them to do so. He groaned, shielding his face slightly. Though he was used to them showing up unannounced, he hadn't thought of it happening. He knew what would be the headline tomorrow without even guessing. Also, he believed the 'stalkers', as he liked calling them, would have taken some shots of him when he was with John on the balcony. He only hoped they hadn't seen him punching him. Even though the idiot deserved it, he didn't want a scandalous headline with his face and name as the main heading. He didn't want to be qu
“You hit him?!” Janice asked, staring at the pictures in her hand in disbelief. She knew Jules would definitely do so if given the chance, but she didn't know he was going to go viral. “Of course, and he deserved it,” He grunted, rolling his eyes. The pictures in her hand did not bother him. His nonchalant attitude irritates her. She doubted if he was aware lots of people were looking up at him. Yet, he was acting as if he didn't give a f**k about anyone. Not even her. Except for the baby. “Are you having a soft spot for him now?” Jules raised his brow. She still had that incredulous look on her face, and he wondered what she was thinking about. He heard her gasp and sidled to his side. “Your hands!” “What is wrong with my hands?” “They are bruised and stop acting as if you are untouchable or unaffected!” She walked towards the foot of the bed and squatted. “What are you doing?” Jules eyed her as she tried to look underneath the bed. His hand shot out to grip her, but she
Walking along the brightly coloured trimmed garden, Janice let out a deep breath. She inhaled slowly, and a smile appeared on her face. Her hair ruffled around her face as the wind blew it.The garden, which was beside the castle, was her favourite place to go whenever she felt like relaxing. Janice had often wondered why the garden was separated from the castle. The walk from the garden to the castle was fifteen minutes, and she had come by foot because she didn't want Jules to know where she had gone. She had asked him why the distance was so, but she had got no response. Rather, he had said they built that way. Even though his answer irritated her, she enjoyed the architectural design of the entire castle. “My Lady?” Janice jumped as she heard a voice beside her. She swirled, and her eyes met with the Earl of Brightstone, who had an amused smile playing on his lips. “W-what are you doing here?” Janice stuttered, squinting. “I should ask you the same thing.” Paxton grinned.