Chapter 28 SCOLDING
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I look at him blankly and then stretching his hands, he shows me the bag and immediately my senses start to work, Oh F**k, the pictures, I walk to him quickly and grabbing the bag I rush inside without looking back.
I know Andrew must be looking at me weirdly but at this moment I don't care.
Instead of walking back to my room, I walk to Andrew's room, dismissing my sandals on the way, I try to take off my dress but I succeeded in unzipping it only halfway, feeling frustrated and tipsy I fall on the bed.
Ahh, I seem to sink into the softness, holding the bag near to my chest, I close my eyes and soon fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.
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I was in a deep sleep when I feel the warmth on my hands, frowning I tighten the grip and then I open my eyes. I'm momentarily disoriented as I look around my surrounding. This is clearly not my room, I scowl, and then looking down at myself I realize that my dress is gone.
But, how? I was clearly not able to pull the zipper down all the way and the dress was stuck uncomfortably on my body. But, I don't have any memory of last night at all.
Did Miss Celine comes over and takes off my dress? But why did she leave me in my lingerie instead of covering me with a nightdress? I frown, still disoriented from the facts, then I notice the brown bag on the floor.
F**k, I hope Miss Celine hasn't seen these yet. I quickly push it under the bed, after breakfast I could take care of the pictures. I think and then climb out of the bed.
I take a quick shower, I haven't even washed away the makeup from my face last night. I rub my face nicely to get rid of any makeup left on my face.
I walk out in the bathrobe because this room's wardrobe has only Andrew's clothes, not mine. I walk freely towards my room, after all, no one steps on my floor except Miss Celine and my husband is always away so I don't count his existence at all.
I walk inside my room and feel stunned when I found my cold husband there.
"Good Morning," I greet him quickly and then try to get to my wardrobe as fast as I could but his stern voice stops me from moving.
"We need to talk."
F**k, I gulp nervously, I am only in the bathrobe at least let me wear something, I beg through my eyes but Andrew's cold gaze shows me that there is no chance of hope at all.
I sigh and sit on the bed as I hold my robe tightly so it won't open out of a sudden making me more embarrassed. "Yes…" I say and I feel shocked as to how hoarse my voice sounds in front of him.
"What happened last night, I don't want you to repeat it." He says, his hands were resting on his back and he looks like a strict principal who is scolding the naughtiest student of the school.
"What happened?" I ask in a low whisper frowning because I don't have any single memory of last night and now my head is also buzzing from dizziness.
"Tessa Will, you think I didn't notice how much you drink last night?" He says sarcastically and I squirm at my place, what's his problem if I had a few glasses of wine.
"You are clearly not capable of handling alcohol." He says with disdain and I feel offended by his stern tone, "That should not be your concern." I mutter under my breath, unhappily and he seems to hear it.
He walks toward me with predatory steps and for a moment, I move back in fear. He looks dangerous, He notices my fear and I see a triumphant smile appearing on his lips, he leans and puts his finger under my chin forcing me to look up at him.
"It is my concern because last night you invade my personal space. You were not even able to differentiate between your room and my room because of it." He says seriously and the way he emphasizes the words, MY ROOM. I feel displeased and anger starts boiling inside me.
"You mean our room," I say confidently and he looks at me, bemused.
"Our room?" He raises his brow at me in questioning.
"Yes, a husband and wife always share a room, So that was our room, not yours," I tell him clearly pissed by his inappropriate words.
"This is your room and that's all." He says dismissively as he takes a step back from me, now he looks pissed.
"My room should be the one where my husband is staying." I tell him firmly and he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me, "Husband?" A sarcastic laugh comes out of his mouth making me shrug in nervousness.
"You have no idea what have you got yourself into…" He says with an evil smirk and then turns to me, "What… What do you mean?" I ask, stuttering. I don't like the way Andrew is now he looks evil and dangerous.
I want my cold and indifferent husband back at least he wasn't threatening me.
"First and last time, I am making it clear, you will not enter my room from now on and neither try to force me in becoming your husband. I am legally your husband but I won't give you any right over me." He says coldly and I gulp with difficulty.
His words deeply hurt me and his eyes show no emotion, I know I have messed up the things but I can't ignore the fact that I am his wife and I have the right to stay with him and share a bed with him.
I don't know why he is making it a big issue. "Andrew…" I try to make things right but as I open my mouth to call him, he raises his hand to stop me from uttering a single word. "It would be better if you don't force me and interfere in my things. I am saying this nicely because it's the first time, next time, I won't be polite."
He warns, I can feel the displeasure in his tone and it makes me uneasy, before I am able to explain him anything, he storms out of the room.
I could still feel the anger and coldness in the atmosphere even when he is not around. Why the things always have to be entangled badly between us? I frown deeply still sitting at my place.
I don't know for how long I was lost in a daze when Miss Celine walks over and place my outfit on the bed, like seriously who gives a f**k for the dress when there is simply no one to admire you or to take that dress off…
Sigh…
Suppressing an irritated sigh, I look at Miss Celine, "Did you enter the room while I was sleeping last night?"
Miss Celine gives me a surprising look and then answers, "Uhmm… No, dear. Andrew Sir strictly warns me to not disturb your sleep and also he forbid me to wake you up for the breakfast…"
I frown as I listen to her answer, my senses hit me hard as I look at the wall clock and my eyes widen in shock it's past 7 which means I have missed the breakfast.
F**k, I woke up late today. Would Ann be angry at me, then?
I feel scared and sensing my fear, Miss Celine starts to comfort me, "Don't worry, I think Sir Andrew will handle everything. Miss Swan won't say anything."
I give her a small smile, you don't know how big a jerk Andrew is Miss Celine, he will definitely try to make things worse between me and Ann. Just a day, he is back and I am already pissing him off. Maybe Ann too gets angry on me for missing my breakfast and over sleeping.
Irritate from myself, I put on my dress, and after getting ready I go down to have my late breakfast. After my breakfast, I walk to Andrew's room, after all, I need my pictures but as I twist the doorknob, the door didn't open.
Sh*t…. Has Andrew locked the door???
Oh, I feel like bursting out in anger, what the hell does this man want…. I stomp my feet and angrily walk back to my room, I was in a foul mood for the whole day, even Sir Alex notices it, but I ignore him completely.
At the dinner table, as expected my husband is nowhere to be seen. After scolding, threatening, and warning, finally he is gone back. So, does he really comes back just to vent his anger on me?
I thought, displeased.
Ann walks over and I greet her politely.
"Tessa, dear how are you? Andrew tells me that you were not feeling well yesterday…" Ann asks, her eyes filled with deep concern and care for me.
"What?" A bare whisper comes out of my mouth in shock and disbelief.
"Yeah, that's why you overslept today. So, how are you feeling now?" Ann asks again and this time getting back my senses, I reply to her properly, "Oh… I am fine, Ann… Thanks for asking."
"Good, so how did your brother's birthday go? And did he like the watch?" Ann asks and again I am completely stunned.
Watch? Wasn't it a gift chosen by Andrew for Cyril…?
I frown, as I come to realize that it was actually Ann's doing, so she had bought the watch for Cyril and then sends Andrew to my parent's home with the excuse of Cyril's birthday gift.
Everything makes sense now, and all my happiness and joy completely got crushed by this revelation.
Huh, Andrew how many times are you going to disappoint me?
