Chapter 6

Rosetta's POV

I pushed him away from me and fixed myself. I glared at him, but the fool was just grinning. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Stop doing that, Nick," I said stiffly.

"Doing what?" he asked innocently, adjusting his polo shirt.

Seriously, Nick? Really?

Once again, I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing... nothing," I said. I turned away from him, about to leave his room to find Zylia. But he grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going, Rosetta?" he asked.

I turned to face him and frowned. "To your daughter's room. She's waiting for me."

"How about me?" he asked.

"What about you?" I asked back, surprised.

Seriously? What is happening to him?

He let go of my hand and turned his back on me. "Nothing... nothing. Go on, go back to Zylia," he said coldly, picking up the black suit case lying on his bed.

My forehead was still furrowed as I looked at him.

What's wrong with him? I can't understand his mood swings. One minute he's so sweet, and the next, his voice is colder than ice.

I just shook my head at his behavior. "Anyway, I just came to your room to check if you were done changing clothes..."

"But I guess you are. I'll get going," I added.

I didn't hear a reply from him, so I just left his room. I immediately went to Zylia's room. I knocked twice before entering. I found Zylia lying on her stomach, playing with her Barbie doll.

"I thought you weren't coming, Mommy," Zylia said sadly.

I smiled and walked over to her. I sat down in front of her, cupped her face, and said, "I was just talking with your Daddy. I'm sorry Mommy took so long."

"It's fine, Mommy. You're here now," she replied and smiled again. "Let's play again."

I nodded and lay on my stomach to join her. We combed and changed the clothes of her expensive dolls.

We stayed like that for an hour. We only stopped when she started to get bored. I made her sit up because she had been lying on her stomach for a while and her chest might start to hurt.

"Does anything hurt?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No, Mommy."

"Are you hungry? I can cook something for you," I suggested.

"I'm not hungry. I'm just sleepy," Zylia said and yawned.

"Come here," I said with a smile. She came over right away. I carried her to her bed and laid her down.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here to watch over you." I patted her thighs to help her fall asleep, and sometimes I would fix her hair.

When I saw that she was asleep, I couldn't help but smile. It was a genuine smile that I hadn't felt in a long time.

I mean, I grew up alone as a kid. Daddy was always at work and he would never give me even a little bit of his time.

I see myself in Zylia, so I won't let her experience what I did when I was a child.

I will make sure that Nicholas has time for her no matter what. Now that I am in their lives, I will do everything to make Zylia happy.

"From now on, you'll live here," Nick said, which made my lips part in disbelief as I looked at him.

"I have a home, Nick."

"And you are not safe there," he replied, using his icy-cold voice.

How can he say that I'm not safe in my apartment? I know my apartment is small, but that doesn't mean I'm not safe there.

I sighed deeply. "I'm still going home, Nick."

"Why are you so stubborn, Rosetta? You always disagree with me, and I hate it."

"Because you're stubborn too, Nick," I shot back. "Don't you understand that I need to go home?"

I annoyedly sat on the couch in his room.

"Why do you want to go back to that tiny apartment so much? This house is bigger than your apartment," he said with a condescending tone.

Seriously? He's going to say that? He's really trying to make me feel bad for being poor now and wanting to live in a big house? Then, to hell with him!

The room filled with silence. I could feel his gaze on me, but I ignored it. I didn't say anything else. I just kept quiet and looked toward a corner. There was no point in arguing with him anymore.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

Now he's going to apologize? What an idiot.

I didn't respond.

I was annoyed with him and the things he had said.

"Rosetta..." he called my name, but I just pretended I didn't hear him.

I looked at my nails and played with them. How many months has it been since I've gotten my nails done? I miss it. But I don't have the money to get them done again.

I heard his heavy sigh in front of me—I don't even know how he got there. "Are you really not going to talk to me?" he asked.

I looked up at him. I raised an eyebrow. "Is my opinion still needed? You already decided, Nick... You even compared my apartment to your house."

"I didn't mean to. I thought—"

"You thought what? That I want to live in your house?" I cut off what he was about to say.

He looked away and nodded.

"Just because I'm a Morgan doesn't mean I want to live in a big house. Yes, I grew up wealthy, but that doesn't mean I can't survive in a small apartment," I said angrily.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"You're being controlling, Nicholas. You think you get everything you want. I'm not your puppet who will follow everything you want," I said sternly. I took a deep breath and looked out his room window. "My job here is to be your wife and a mother to your daughter, but that doesn't mean I have to submit myself to you. I hope... I hope we stick to what's in the contract. I'll be your wife—no strings attached, no sex... just a contract."