Chapter 32 AN INTIMATE ACT
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"Haha… You don't act stupidly actually… You are very stupid, Tessy." He mocks me, and I quickly open my eyes, feeling insulted by his tone.
"I…. I just helped you in improvising your design…" I point out offended and then stand up keeping a fair distance between us.
"Yeah, that is surely a thing." He says agreeing with me and I feel a little better.
"Your dessert, please have it." I say as I start to cut a piece of cake for him, "I am not in the mood to eat it now, kindly keep it back. I'll eat it later." He says dismissively and I have no choice but to nod my head and leave his room.
Flushed with embarrassment, I enter my room and as I enter the washroom to change my clothes, I notice the flour on my hair and cheek, I frown as I remember Andrew's touch, so he was actually cleaning the flour from me and I thought he was being intimate with me.
Huh…. Such a fool, Tessa, you are. He hasn't accepted you as his wife so how is he supposed to feel sexually attracted to you… No, he must not have any feeling for me at all.
Pushing away all the possibilities of me and Andrew being together, I step under the shower, my body's heat has suddenly risen and I need to cool down. I take a cold shower and slipping into my nightdress, I crawl into my soft bed.
I close my eyes and Andrew's handsome face appears in my mind, his long lashes, his thin lips, perfect jawline, and his sharp nose. Huh… This man is too adorable and that is why he is filled with too much attitude.
At least, he allows me in his room and also lets me do little things for him. Hopefully, things will get better in the future. I think positively and then fall into a deep slumber.
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RING… RING… RING…
The phone rings and I pick it up quickly, "I am ready and coming down." I tell Miss Celine and she pauses trying to form my words in her mind… "Great…" She says after a while in disbelief and I smirk.
I climb down the stairs and jog towards the backyard, there I see my handsome husband stretching his body, he isn't wearing a shirt today, and with his back on me, I quietly enjoy the show until he notices me from the corner of his eyes.
"Again for a run?" He asks, a little surprised. Huh… I knew he was acting in front of Ann to take care of me, see, today he wasn't even hoping for me to come neither he would care if I wouldn't have come.
I nod my head, hiding my disappointment. "I think I should start walking first, as you have advised me," I tell him with a smile and he nods his head.
"Let's go, then…" He starts to run while I start to walk slowly, my eyes on his back admiring his physique and as he comes closer to me while completing his lap I would quickly glance down so he won't catch me staring at him.
He completes his lap and I am done with the walk, my legs still hurt but not as much as they did yesterday. I sit on the bench and he comes over to join me, "Here." He hands me a bottle of water and starts drinking the water from his bottle.
I feel a little shocked at his concern, he wasn't waiting for me but still, he brought a bottle with him for me? Strange, no?
I take a few sips, my mind still fills with multiple unspoken thoughts.
"Tessy…" Andrew calls me and I look at him, "Yes."
"What do you do daily?" He asks, looking a little curious, well husband I have nothing to do in this mansion except getting bored all the time.
"I have French class, I read books, I help Miss Celine in cooking too.." I tell him and he frowns as he goes lost in his thoughts.
"Why don't you help me with the designs?" He asks and I squeal in joy, "I..? You mean I'll go to the office with you?"
"Oh… No…No…No… I don't think Ann will allow you to leave the mansion." He states and I frown, this is really a very very strange thing that Ann never allows me to leave the mansion, even when it has been a month since my wedding Ann never let me go out.
Although I don't need to go out I am happy here, Ann takes care of me a lot but still I feel a little awkward about her restrictions on me, it's like I am not a part of this family but a slave imprisoned by Ann.
"So..?" I ask, my tone getting low and dull.
"You can work in my study," He suggests and I seem to put that into consideration. "But…" I bite my lips nervously, "I am not a well-qualified person as you know… What if I make any mistake…" Yeah, I don't want to piss you off on a daily basis husband…
"Oh… Don't worry about that… I will re-check all the work and help you too…" He tells me with a charming smile and I stifle a laugh, he will help me, the person who was extremely clueless last night about the diamonds.
Huh, like what kind of jeweler he is who doesn't even know about anything.
"So then, it's done. You'll work in my study on the designs." He commands not leaving any room for me to refuse or to discuss with Ann first.
Ann will definitely not like the thought of me working in designs, Ann has never brought up the topic of my education and I don't think she will let me continue my education as my scholarship has also gotten rejected because of their family status.
Sigh, I feel bitter in my heart, I really wanted to pursue my career but Alas, I can't fight with fate, and these brother and sister are so powerful I don't think I could even be able to stand against them for a few seconds.
"Ok." I accept his deal and he looks delighted. We both walk back inside together and I ask him in the midway, "How was the cake?" He seems to be taken aback by my question and says briskly, "Good… Good… Better than I had expected…"
"Oh… If you want I can bake the cake for you daily." I offer as I start to beam with happiness, my husband has complimented me just now, and my hard work pays off. "Sure.." He says with a tight lip and then walks back to his room abruptly.
I feel overjoyed as I quickly start to get ready, so today will be the beginning of my work and I will try my best to win my husband's heart through my hard work even if it's about cooking a dish for him or helping him with the designs.
I will put my whole effort into anything my husband would ask me to do in order to make him happy and satisfied.
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After my French class, I receive a message from my husband on WeChat asking me to go to his study. I walk towards his study and then open his laptop, I see an email pops in. Opening it, I see my husband's name on the top.
He has sent me multiple designs and asks, "What's your suggestion?"
Ok, taking a deep breath I open the pictures one by one and start studying them intently, I try to keep the designs attractive yet with minimal jewels. Too much of jewels are kind of show off so keeping a minimum would be good.
It makes the piece classy yet elegant. I keep researching more patterns I could use in designing. I miss my lunch, it takes me multiple hours to complete my first task, Andrew has sent me six designs filled with jewels. I added more touch to them with colors and cuts and then send him back.
He didn't respond to me immediately and as I wait patiently while stretching my hands, Miss Celine knocks at the door and enters with a neutral face.
"Miss, You are getting late for the dinner." She says anxiously and I look at the time on the laptop, it shows 4, so how am I supposed to get late for the dinner, huh, I don't understand.
"It's only 4, Miss Celine…" I tell her and Miss Celine frowns. "Miss, Sir Andrew has left the dinner menu for you to cook. You are getting late for the DINNER'S PREPARATION." She emphasizes the last two words and my eyes pop open.
"What?" I exclaim in disbelief.
Andrew has already given me a workload to do and now the dinner menu too, Is it because he loves my cooking, or is he trying to do something bad to me?
A weird creepy feeling comes into my heart and I start to feel uneasy. Andrew's sudden change in behavior is it really because he is accepting me, or is he planning a conspiracy against me? I feel lost and distressed.
I am hiding the work thing from Ann as she doesn't want me to work, but except for Ann, no one is genuinely caring for me.
I feel like giving it a second thought and telling Ann everything but then I start to think differently as I want to see what my husband is planning for me secretly.
"Ok, I am coming," I tell Miss Celine as I shut the laptop and then follow her to the kitchen.
Miss Celine hands me a paper on which I see my husband's scribbling, He has asked for three dishes, Beef Back ribs, Sweet and Spicy Cornbread, and French Apple Tart.
"Oh.." A low groan escapes from my mouth as I read the names of the dishes. I know the recipe for Apple tart but French Apple Tart, what is the secret ingredient for it?
Ribs, I can give a try after a search on the Internet, and the Cornbread, that I can do well, I guess.
Ok, so, rubbing my hands in anticipation, I put on my apron and begin my cooking battle.
