Coming out of the bathroom I was ready to go to work without Andrew. Also, I wasn't feeling like eating or seeing Catherine's face.
One last look in the mirror and I moved towards the door but saw the male standing with a tray full of food in his hands.
"What's this?" I raised a brow looking at the guy who entered the room and sat on the bed.
"Come let's have breakfast." Shocked I stared at the guy, he brought breakfast for me? Not caring about the rule that his nanny has set, about eating food downstairs at the table.
"But my-"
"Come already!" He whined while pulling me towards him. Why he was acting like this? Shrugging I sat in front of him.
"Wait you don't eat that." Before I could take a bite he stopped me, raising brows I send him a questioning look.
"You don't like apple jam, why eat it?" His expression gave away how curious he was because I have been behaving and eating very differently, weird as to what he said.
<Couldn't a person sit down? I have been running behind Andrew because that man could not even wait for me. And then he said he was so caring...such a big lie. Anyway, I kept up with him but I regretted wearing heels. Couldn't even walk properly in them. "Are you okay?" A male appeared from behind, he seemed of the same age or maybe younger than me. His chocolate brown eyes were looking at my face and I didn't know that I just zoned out while standing alone in the middle of the room until the unknown guy showed up. "Uh, ah....." My mind was blank, what could I probably say to him 'Oh no I'm not fine because of one idiot who is my boss' that wouldn't be a good reply. He waved his hand in front of me while raising his brows. "You okay?" Smiling to hide my embarrassment I nodded. "I'm good, sorry if I'm acting weird." I looked down to cover my reddening face, why was I still such a weirdo? "It's not like that, you seemed worried or
Shaking all the unnecessary thoughts I strolled into the big room with Andrew still sticking with me just like he said. "You should drink something." He advised but my eyes were fixed on something behind my husband. "What are you looking at?" With furrowed brows, he asked me. "The man..." I stopped in mid-sentence when the guy in front of me stared angrily. "Who?" He tried to turn but I pulled him back so because of him at least I was hidden. "No one, standstill." I scolded him on which he pouted. Why does he have to be so cute? "Is your work here done?" I asked wanting to go already. Couldn't let the other male see me. "Yep, but-" "We're going then, I don't wanna-" I fastly moved down because the other guy was looking at us. "Please, can we go?" I stared up at him. My face was hidden in my spouse's wide chest so no one behind him could see me. "Sure. You're acting so weird tho." Rolling my eyes I dragge
My eyes were puffy and my nose red and runny. I looked at my hands, my mind blank and body numb. My surrounding was all white even the bedsheets and the gown that I was wearing was the same. "Can I come in?" Eva peeked inside from the little space. Nodding I smiled a little and slowly first she popped her head inside making sure of something that I didn't know before coming in and closing the door behind her. "How are you?" She tried to be cheery but knew very well what I was feeling and that I couldn't be all bubbly today. So she just came and held my hand while sitting beside me. "I know it's hard but please take care of yourself. Doc said you are not in good condition, eat something please." She put a bag, that I didn't see before, on the table and took out some fruits. Using the plate and knife that were kept in the room. She gave me a small piece forcing me to eat. "It's odd like a month ago I don't even want a child but now... it
I was laughing at some lame joke made by my father-in-law when we heard the voice of the main door being slammed open. I frowned looking questioningly at Michael who was as confused as I was. Both of us walked out of the TV lounge just to see my husband coming with a girl clinging to his side. Why did it feel like something was burning within me? I wanted to snatch that slut, who was almost wearing nothing, away from my man but stopped when I saw the male's hand on her waist. Why? Why was I feeling like this? Why was he acting like this? "Andrew Michael what are you doing!? Who is she?" He shouted at the male who was too drunk to even stand in one place or open his eyes fully. "Ah, don't shout. Come on let's go, Olivia." A feeling of sadness washed over me when he tried to walk away with the girl. What did he think of himself? He wouldn't let me even talk to a guy while he was roaming like this with a girl. "Stop right there mister!" I
I rubbed my eyes while yawning, sitting up on the bed I saw out of the window just to see the sky changing into the shade of red-orange. Did I sleep? Yeah! because of my idiot husband, I also fell asleep while sitting beside him. After looking at the mobile I went to the bathroom to wash my face, walking out I found my phone ringing but the male declined it. Frowning I moved near to see who it was exactly, the guy was laying on his stomach staring at my phone. Silently my hands reached for the device and before Andrew knew I had the gadget in my hand. "Ah, when you came out?" His voice was thick and deeper because he had just woken up. "When you were glaring at my poor mobile." Rolling his eyes he sat up and pulled me down. "Who is this 'my life' in your contacts?" He raised a brow while keeping his chin on my shoulder as his hands were locked around my waist. Yeah, this was a too comfortable way to sit, but should I even say that I li
This has never happened in any movie or story. It seemed like a joke, my life looked like a paper that was crumbling slowly. As if my mother's not so good condition and my sister in operation wasn't enough, now something had happened to Michael. Shouting, I punched at the wall losing my patience and calm posture. Holding my hair I sat down while feeling like killing the person who was doing all this. This was not a coincidence, of course, it couldn't be. How could my sister, mother, and father-in-law all get in trouble on the same day? "Hey! Are you fine? What happened?" Andrew hugged me and I let him comfort me, oddly his touch calmed me. He whispered sweet and calming words in my ears, removing my hair he made me face him. Liam was standing a little away from us, appearing concerned about me. "Something very bad is happening..." He smiled shaking his head. "Don't worry, your sister will be alright and about your mother, she w
"Not even for a second," Andrew said on which a weird voice left my mouth involuntarily. I came to see Michael with Andrew who was sitting outside cause he didn't want to see his father injured or he would cry, my husband didn't say this but I knew this was the case with him. Michael got into an accident and his condition was worse than worst that was what it was but thank God Andrew found his father's location and Michael was able to get to the hospital on time. Now after worrying so much about his father when he was finally awake my spouse wasn't agreeing to see him for even a second. How did I end up with such a dumb and stubborn husband? "He wanna meet his son," I said angrily while my hands rest on my waist. "Then I should call him." I frowned at his words cause I didn't understand what he meant, I took hold of his hands before dragging him to the room where his father was. "Hi, how are you?" I tried to be cheery as I smiled walking towar
I looked at the papers on the table and then back to the male who was waiting for my answer. "Uh, this file....from where did you get this?" Raising a brow I inquired but my mind was still having trouble finding what to say, how to say it. "One of the maids gave me this but why didn't you tell me about it? Why hide it? I will take you to a better doctor." He said with a small smile but my expression was the same. 'After seeing this does he think I'm still pregnant?' I questioned myself. The papers were of my appointment with the doc and the pregnancy test that I wanted to do one more time to be sure. It was a big problem if he think like that. Cause I have to tell him the truth, which would hurt him. 'Why do I always end up in a position where I have to either do something opposite to my opinion to make others happy or be myself and give pain to other people?' Being someone who could make someone else happy was getting hard cau