CHAPTER 8_ Trust

~Arya~

He was the last person I had expected to see given his busy nature. In the last couple of days only his men had visited me and I thought that he was too busy to chase after an ordinary woman like myself.

But I guess I was wrong.

I saw his eyes flicker as he stared around the room until it fell back on my face then lower to my chest where my name tag was pinned on my black shirt.

“Arya—”

“What do you want? Don't you have other weak ladies to falsely accuse of murder so you can bail them right out again and be declared as a savior?” I spat out in irritation.

I didn't realize I had so much to say in less than three seconds.

Karl didn't budge for a while, he just stood there being handsome. He took a long glance at me then chuckled dryly.

“Order for table 29”

I sighed in relief as I turned around and grabbed the little tray from the cook. He just saved me from whatever awkwardness this was.

To my surprise, Karl followed right behind me while I made my journey to the fat man at the other end of the room.

“Don't you have better things to do than to follow me around?” I cautioned, fastening my pace a little but it was no match for Karl's long legs.

“What's wrong if I follow my wife everywhere?”

His words had me freezing for a second. I finally reached the table and placed the tray before the man whose eyes grew excitedly large.

“Enjoy your meal.” I offered a tight smile.

“You know, there are a lot of servants in our house to serve your meals not the other way around.”

I shut my eyes briefly when I heard him speak again, I turned slightly and pointed a finger up at his face.

“I don't want this marriage anymore. It's not even considered a marriage. You and I had the pleasure of being a wife and a husband for a day or two but it's all over now—”

His eyes flickered dangerously and in the next second, I find myself crashing on his chest. Both of his hands grabbed me by my shoulder and a low gasp left my lips.

“It's not over until I say so, Arya.” He gritted through clenched teeth.

“I don't pay you nine dollar and thirty cents per hour just so you can frolick around with men in my establishment!”

The voice of the familiar annoyed old woman had my back freezing. I turned to her sharply with an apologetic beam on my face.

“Ma'am it's not what you think. This young man right here—”

“Such an attitude!” Madam Nadia yelled again, both hands falling on her hips.

She stared at me then shot Karl a long and mean look.

“Get back to work!” She barked, with a strength too much for an older woman like herself. “And no slacking or else you're fired!”

Fired?

I shook my head immediately. I didn't want to get fired. I needed this job badly so I returned my gaze back to Karl.

Madam Nadia's voice already garnered a few attention towards us.

“You need to leave—”

Karl's gaze left mine and it fell on the older woman who was glaring hard.

“Well, she quits.” He answered back.

My eyes grew large immediately, I turned to madam Nadia shaking my head in denial.

“No!” I protested but it fell on deaf ears.

I felt the apron around my waist loosened and a warm hand brushing my skin. I threw my gaze at Karl. There was a slight disturbance in his eyes.

“She doesn't need this greasy job.” He continued before tossing the apron to one of the empty tables.

“Hey!” Madam Nadia spat.

Karl didn't seem to have the patience to stay around longer, he took me by my hand and led me out through the door even though all eyes were on us.

He led me to the black SUV parked out front and opened the door.

I hesitated, restraining my movement.

“I don't want to go anywhere with you, Karl!” I yelled, trying to release my hand from his grip but he was stronger.

He didn't bat an eye at my outburst and he didn't seem to care either.

“I'm talking to you!”

Karl grunted, spared me a brief glance and guided me into the car against my will. He reached for the seatbelt and buckled it ensuring my safety.

“You have a lot of anger issues for a woman of your size and height.” He weakly murmured.

I shot him a gaze but before I could challenge his words, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat.

In a few minutes, we hit the road. The car became deafening with silence I couldn't bear anymore.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?!”

“Home, where you belong not that burger shop with a peanut sized payment.” He responded, his eyes focused on the road.

I spared him a brief glance, staring at his side profile.

“You need to trust me on this, Arya. We are on the same team—”

“No, you're on your nephew's side.” I cut in sharply only to hear him chuckle.

“And what do I stand to gain from all these if truly I'm on the same side with my nephew? Why did I show up to get you out of prison and make you my wife?”

I was at a loss for words. I could feel his gaze lingering by the side of my face but I chose to stare out of the tinted glass instead.

“You have trust issues and I don't blame you for that, after all two grown ass adults turned your love for them into a joke. But all I'm asking from you right now is for you to have a little faith in me. I promise to make it all right.”

I couldn't find any words to say so I chose to embrace silence instead but the biggest question still lives rent free in my head.

Why didn't he mention to me that Simon was his nephew from the start?