Chapter 4- My Husband Is Jealous?

Monday. De La U. My first day as Mrs. Montenegro.

I was wearing the new dress Lucian gave me and the diamond necklace he gifted me during dinner. I'm not used to it. All the students in the hallway were looking at me and whispering.

Is that Bea Reyes? The scholar?

Why does she look so beautiful now? Is she rich now?

Isn't she the wife of Lucian Montenegro now? The CEO?

I wanted to hide. But I remembered what Lucian told me this morning before he left for the office.

"Bea, you are a Montenegro now. Walk like one. Head up. Do not let them bully you. If anyone messes with you, tell them you are my wife."

Still so arrogant, but my heart fluttered a little.

I went to our classroom. Clarisse was there, sitting in the middle with her rich friends. When she saw me, she stood up.

"Well, well, well, look who is here," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "The new Mrs. Montenegro. How is the rich life, Bea? Is it nice to sleep in the mansion even though you're just a scholar?"

The whole room went quiet. Everyone was looking at us.

"Clarisse, I don't have time to fight," I answered calmly. "We have an exam."

"Exam? Wow, still going for Top 1? Maybe Kuya already bought your grades now since you're his wife?"

Her friends laughed.

I didn't answer. I just sat in my chair in front. But Clarisse didn't stop. She came over, opened my bag, and threw my books on the floor.

"Oops, sorry, I stepped on it," she said and actually stepped on my notebook with my notes.

That's when I got pissed. I stood up and looked at her.

"Clarisse, pick that up," I said, my voice firm.

"What did you say? You want me to pick it up? Who do you think you are?"

"I am your brother's wife. And I'm still Top 1. And you can never step on me," I said.

Clarisse was shocked. She didn't expect me to fight back in front of the class.

"What did you say?" She shouted and raised her hand to slap me.

But before her hand could land on my face, a loud voice shouted from the door.

"What is happening here?"

It was Lucian. At the classroom door, in a business suit, holding his laptop bag. I didn't know why he was here at school.

Everyone looked at him. Clarisse suddenly got scared and lowered her hand.

"It's because Bea—"

"Clarisse, I told you to stop bullying my wife," Lucian said, cold and angry, and walked over to me. And in front of the whole class, he held my hand and faced Clarisse.

"Bea is my wife. My Mrs. Montenegro. Whoever hurts her will have to deal with me. And with Montenegro Corporation. Do you understand?"

The whole class went silent. Everyone was swooning and scared of Lucian.

Then he looked at me and picked up my books from the floor, one by one, in front of everyone. Lucian Montenegro, CEO, picking up his scholar wife's books.

"Are you okay?" he whispered to me.

"I'm okay," I answered, blushing.

Lucian and I left the classroom. He was still holding my hand while we walked in the hallway. All the students were giggling and taking pictures of us.

"Why are you here?" I asked when we got far.

"I have a meeting with the dean. And I heard from Mommy's office that Clarisse was bullying you at school," he answered. "So I dropped by."

"Are you concerned about me?"

"No," he answered, but his ears were red. "I am concerned about the Montenegro image. If you get bullied, our image gets ruined."

He's making excuses. But I knew he was really concerned.

When we got to the parking lot, there was a guy waiting for me. Jake, my classmate from first year who has had a crush on me for a long time.

"Bea! Are you okay? I heard Clarisse was bullying you," Jake said and even held my shoulder.

Before I could answer, Lucian's grip on my hand tightened and he pulled me closer to him.

"Who are you?" Lucian asked Jake, super cold.

"Ah, I'm Jake, Bea's former classmate—"

"She is my wife," Lucian cut him off. "And do not touch my wife."

Jake was shocked and immediately let go.

"Ah, sorry, Sir Lucian," Jake said and left, scared.

After Jake left, Lucian faced me, his face angry.

"Who is he? Your boyfriend?"

"No! He's just my classmate! Why are you so angry?"

"Because you are my wife, Bea. Even if it's just a contract, you are still my wife. And I don't want any other guy touching you," he said, almost shouting but quietly so only we could hear.

"Are you jealous?"

"What? No! I'm not jealous! I am just protecting my contract! And in the contract, you're not allowed to have a boyfriend while we're married!"

But his face and ears were already so red. Obviously jealous.

I smiled secretly. First time I've seen Lucian Montenegro jealous.

"Mr. Montenegro, you're jealous," I said, grinning.

"I am not! And stop smiling there, Go home to the mansion after your class. I'll pick you up at 5 PM."

And he left, walking fast, like a sulking kid.

I was left alone in the parking lot, still holding the books and my heart fluttering. My enemy husband, jealous of my classmate.

Maybe this contract marriage of ours is not just business.

After Lucian left the parking lot, I was left standing, still holding the books and my face was still so red. Not from anger, but from excitement. First time I saw Lucian Montenegro jealous and with red ears.

"Mr. Montenegro is jealous," I whispered to myself and smiled alone.

I went into the classroom and sat down. The whole class was still quiet and looking at me. They were still scared of Lucian and swooning from the scene they witnessed.

Clarisse was sitting in the corner, not talking anymore. She was embarrassed earlier when Lucian defended me in front of everyone. First time someone sided with me against her.

After class, I walked to the library to study. While walking, someone texted.

Lucian: Where are you? I'm going to pick you up. I'm at the gate.

I was surprised. It's only 3 o'clock, he said 5 PM. Why so early?

Bea: You're early, I still have class until 4.

Lucian: I know. I finished my meeting early. And I don't want another Jake approaching my wife.

I read the text again. My wife. He said that twice today.

I smiled and ran quickly to the gate. His black Maybach was there, and he was leaning on the car, wearing sunglasses, looking at me.

"Let's go," he said when I got close and opened the car door for me.

And for the first time, I didn't feel like our marriage was just a contract.