Chapter 24 TRUE WELL-WISHER
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"Yes," Miss Celine replies as she enters a huge wardrobe room beside the washroom just like my room. I follow her behind quietly with curiosity in my eyes.
"This is for his running, these are for home, and these are for his office, Those are for some big occasions you know." Miss Celine points at clothes and explains and as she mentions a big occasion I notice the tuxedo Andrew wore on our wedding day.
"Why does he have clothes here?" I ask, frowning. He has few clothes in my room so then why is he keeping a large stock of clothes here?
"Uhmm…" Miss Celine seems to hesitate and then replies with a deep sigh. "Dear, that Miss Swan had ordered, to keep a few clothes in your room. Sir Andrew never said he would move in with you."
Her reply makes no sense to me as I frown deeper, "Move in with me? Are we in a dating period? Or are we still teenage kids? I am his wife, what the hell does it mean he doesn't want to move in? He has taken vows with me, How could he act like this…" Suddenly, I burst into rage and Miss Celine looked shocked by my outburst.
"Uhmmm…" Miss Celine was out of words looking at me anxiously and just then I realized that my nostrils were flaring from anger. I immediately try to subside my anger and then order her calmly.
"Miss Celine, from today onwards I will sleep in my husband's room."
For a moment, she gives me a blank look trying to form my words into her brain, and then finally she nods her head, "Oh… Okay, Miss.."
She begins Andrew's schedule from where we had left but my mood was completely ruined by the revelation of Andrew's separate room. So, he sleeps here after marriage, and I was thinking that he spent the night with his friend.
Seriously? What is it with Andrew, I just can't understand his weird and distant behavior from me?
"Miss Celine, we will continue this later, I want to take a nap first," I tell her dismissively, and sensing my foul mood she quietly withdraws her steps from the room. I look around the room more carefully this time, it's plain, it has nothing fancy nor a single art piece hanging on the wall just like I noticed in Ann's room. Andrew's room looks very decent and plain. Except for a bed, a huge mirror, and two big chairs I found nothing. While in my room, there is plenty of furniture that is occupying the space but with Andrew just like the other rooms, the room has a share of fine empty space.
I started surveying his wardrobe, he has multiple watches, shades, belts, and everything was neatly placed in his wardrobe but one thing that catches my eyes is a box that is hidden under one of his shirts.
I curiously pull it out and then open it, it's a musical box. As soon as I open the box the music starts playing in the background and a dummy ballet dancer starts to move in the center.
This makes me remember my old days when I used to play with my mother's stuff, she also had this kind of similar musical jewelry box. I smile as I watch the dummy moving until the song ends.
I look into the box, it's a quite huge box and it has multiple jewels in it. A smile of excitement appears on my face as I pick up one locket. As soon as it comes under the light it starts reflecting bright light all over the room.
I rub my finger on the stone, it's a sapphire, it has the rare mix of orange and pink in it that makes it a rare and precious sapphire among all. I gasp as I look at it closely. I remember once in the lab our professor showed us the wide ranges of sapphire and described its various colors and the places from it's found.
I remember clearly, that it was a very small piece of sapphire safely placed in a mirror box so no one could touch it. We were able to have a look from afar and I was the most curious one to touch that precious stone.
The rare color of this stone makes it more attractive and spectacular.
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK…
A knock on the door breaks my trance and I quickly put back the locket and close the box I keep it back to the place where it was placed neatly before.
"Yes…" I quickly sit on the bed and shout, trying to keep my tone calm.
Miss Celine walks in with a neutral face, "Miss, I forgot to tell you the numbers here are the same as your room's phone." She informs me and I nod my head politely in response, "And also would you like me to bring your clothes here?" She asks and I shake my head, "No need for now."
Yes, for now, I am just thinking about staying in this room for a while because I don't know if my husband would like my little invade in his room during his absence.
I act rationally sometimes, blinded by my anger and fury.
Miss Celine leaves the room and I lay down on the soft bed, holding the pillow. I try to smell my husband's musky scent but no, I feel nothing at all.
Sighing helplessly, I try to not think about Andrew and not focus on all the negative things I am seeing. I try to focus on the good and it eventually calms my restless heart, I pick up my phone thinking I should call my husband and question him about his room but soon I dismiss this thought.
Because somehow Andrew hasn't given me the right to question him as his wife, even though legally I am his wife but still he hasn't accepted me as his wife at all.
Another deep sigh escapes my mouth and I stay on his bed thinking about various things about him and us, together.
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"BONJOUR… BONSOIR…"
"Louder Miss." Mr. Alex says and I shout louder this time, "BONJOUR… BONSOIR…"
"No… No… No… you don't need to yell the words, Miss." Mr. Alex says politely and I shrug in embarrassment. "You don't look fine today." Mr. Alex concludes and I look at him stunned.
"Uhm… No... No... I am fine." I tell him as I look down at the ground nervously. Indeed, I am not fine, every day in this mansion is a huge roller coaster. I don't know when I will be able to live a normal and happy life here.
"Ok, so again Miss, this time louder but not yelling and use your lips properly, Look." He says and starts saying the words slowly while moving his lips slowly so that I would pick the movement.
"BONJOUR… BONSOIR…"
"Again, Miss…" He says and I sigh inwardly as the whole day we keep repeating the same thing again and again.
The whole day was hectic, I have started to hate French, it's more like a headache to me now. I walk down for dinner and looking at my dull face Miss Swan asks worriedly, "What's wrong dear? Why do you look so low today?"
I smile warmly as I look at her concern for me, in this house except for Miss Swan no one really cares for me, she is a true blessing for me and my true well-wisher.
"Uhmm... Nothing... It's just French…" I tell her softly and she chuckles lightly, "Oh, I thought it's related to Andrew.." She pauses, her smile suddenly vanishes, "I know Andrew's behavior is being tough on you… Your anger is justified I know, if my husband would have left me like this I would have burned down his whole house to call him back."
She says in a serious tone but for me, it feels so funny that I suddenly burst into laughter, she too starts laughing as she watches me laugh.
Hahahaha…
After we finish our dinner, instead of going back to my floor, I go to the terrace on the fourth floor, I stand under the sky with the flower beds around me as I begin to practice the French words loudly.
After practicing for a few minutes, I feel like giving up and then a low chuckle from behind me startles me out of a sudden.
"Ann?" I exclaim in shock.
"Haha… You are saying it wrong… Come, I'll help you." Miss Swan says as she pulls the paper from my hand and keeps it aside. "Look at my lips," She commands and then starts saying the words one by one.
I start repeating after her one by one, she helps me with my posture and also corrects me in many things. I feel glad that she helped me. We spend more than an hour learning a few more words and Miss Swan looks happy and proud after teaching me.
I feel very much comfortable in her presence, she is the best thing that happened to me besides Andrew. If Miss Swan won't be here I won't be able to survive in this mansion for even one day.
I feel grateful to God for sending Ann into my life besides Andrew. I hope Ann will help me in melting my husband's cold heart and soon he will come back home to us.
Walking back to my floor, I completely forget about Andrew's room and as habitual I sleep in my room and Miss Celine makes sure that I change my outfit before going to bed, like literally who cares about this. But again, the weird rules of the mansion that I have to follow obediently.
