All Chapters of Married To My Nemesis: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When Hermione woke up the next morning, Rhys’s side of the bed was empty. She didn’t think much of it and quickly freshened up for the day before stepping out. She found Evelyn in the sitting room, watching a television show. She hesitated only for a moment before joining the woman on the couch. “Good morning, Mother.” “Hermione, dear. How are you feeling?” Evelyn pressed a hand to her forehead and nodded approvingly when her temperature felt normal. “Eunice is almost done with breakfast. I asked her to make something light for you.” Evelyn had quickly noticed that Hemrione wasn’t much of an eater. She’d instructed Eunice to prepare something gentle that would suit her. “Thank you,” Hermione said, glancing around. “Has my husband left already?” “Yes. He probably didn’t want to disturb your sleep, so he didn’t wake you up.” Evelyn replied before turning her attention back on the show. Hermione watched the screen quietly as her mind wandered. Last night had gone smoothly, and hon

As always, the air remained tense between Rhys and Hermione that night and over the next few days.She couldn't grasp why he was doing all this. She couldn't get a read on him. The flowers, the way he'd dried her hair, burning down Cole's warehouse — was that jealousy?She shook her head. He had no reason to be jealous. It wasn't as if they had anything real between them. This marriage was nothing but a facade. She couldn't be swayed. She shouldn't forget why she hated him.Hermione sighed, pushing thoughts of him from her mind.On the other-hand, Evelyn had made sure she was well taken care of. Breakfast in bed, lunch in the garden because Evelyn loved flowers, and dinner in the dining room.Hermione couldn't complain. The woman was good company. She was easygoing, funny, and a bit of a blabbermouth.Even now, she couldn’t stop talking."Did you know Rhys used to suck his thumb when he wa

The next morning, Hermione woke up to find the house more lively than usual. The staff was in a good mood, they had been ever since Evelyn arrived. The woman had the ability to light up a cemetery if she wanted to.Evelyn was in the kitchen with the cooks when Hermione came in. "Hermione, you're awake. Go and sit. We're almost done with breakfast."Hermione rolled up her sleeves. "No, I can help. What are you making?""You're still recovering. The doctor gave clear instructions not to let you overexert yourself. We're already finishing up."Hermione was about to argue that she was perfectly healthy when Rhys walked into the kitchen in office pants and a button-up shirt.She thought he had left after waking up to an empty room."Eunice, is it ready?" He asked.Eunice nodded and pulled out two steaming mugs, handing them to Rhys. Rhys took them gratefully before approaching Hermione and offering her one.

A knock on the door jolted Hermione from her thoughts. She opened her eyes, looking out of the window to find the sky already dark.Eunice opened the door slightly. "It's almost time for dinner, madam."Hermione sat up on the bed. "Thanks. I'll be right down."Eunice nodded and was closing the door when Hermione asked, "Is my husband back?""Yes, he came back a few hours ago but didn't want to disturb you. He's in his study."Hermione nodded. She took the card Rhys had given her that morning and made her way to his study. She hesitated for a moment before knocking. After receiving a muffled "come in," she entered.It was the first time she had stepped into his study. The room was spacious, lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes and scattered business journals. A large mahogany desk sat at the center, covered in neat stacks of documents and a sleek laptop. The lighting was warm, casting a soft g

Thirty minutes later, Hermione had explained Chagall's use of color, dissected a controversial Rothko, and much more. A small crowd had gathered around her, hanging on every word. Even Cleva was drawn in at some point. When she finished, a round of applause broke out.Hermione was so focused on the art that she didn't notice Rhys across the room, watching her with a bewildered expression. He moved closer, positioning himself where he could see her shine. There she was, charming everyone again.Mr. Davenport, the man Rhys had come to discuss business with before he got distracted, appeared at his side."Your wife is extraordinary," Davenport said. "Mr. White is a collector who's hard to please, but she has completely wrapped that old man around her fingers."Rhys's eyes stayed fixed on Hermione. "I know.""If this is the caliber of woman you've married, Huxley, you're more interesting than I gave you credit for." Davenport paused