Chapter 33 MY HUSBAND IS A STRANGER
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After a while, an apple was handed to me by Miss Celine, I look up at her puzzled. "Eat something, otherwise you are going to faint." She says in a plain tone but I know she is worried about me.
"Thank you," Thanking her politely, I start to eat the apple, it calms my hungry stomach and I sigh with satisfaction.
"Miss, please go and freshen up, Sir Andrew has already arrived." Miss Celine informs me and I quickly take off my apron and leave the kitchen, taking the lift I go straight to my floor as I am walking hurriedly I didn't notice a man walking towards me and bump into him out of a sudden.
"Ouch…" I wince as my head hits his chest.
"Tessy…" Andrew seethed and I look at him confused, "It wasn't my mistake… I didn't see you." I say unhappily and then rub my forehead which is hurting like hell.
"Hah…" Andrew takes a deep sigh and then holds my wrist, "Let me see." He says in a calm voice and then presses the exact place where I feel pain.
"Ouch…" I squeal in pain and he immediately let go.
"It's a minor bruise…" He says tentatively and I nod my head, my face getting sullen from his cold attitude towards me. I walk away from him when his voice stops me, "Tessy after dinner come to my room." he commands and then left.
I look at his back in a daze, at least he should wait for my reply, what if I am busy after dinner? Shouldn't he wait for my answer? Frowning I walk back into my room and quickly change my clothes, putting on some makeup I go down to the dinner table.
Ann and Andrew both had already taken their seat, I quickly take my seat and apologize for being late. "Oh… It's absolutely fine…" Ann replies calmly with a polite smile and I feel at ease.
Ann is the best. Everyone starts eating and no one says a single word about the dishes prepared by me. In a way, I feel calm because if someone is not praising them, no one is either saying anything bad.
Everyone finishes the dinner quietly and I curiously look at my husband, Say something… I shout inwardly and he looks up, meeting my gaze, he wipes his mouth and then half-smirk, I don't understand what was that?
Why is he looking evil? What he really wants?
He stands up and walks back to our floor, Ann also leaves, and now only I am left alone at the dinner table.
"Did Andrew Sir like it?" Miss Celine asks in excitement and I scoff, "Huh, he didn't say a word." I tell her uneasily.
"Really?" Miss Celine looks at me in disbelief and I roll my eyes, what is it with Miss Celine why can't she accept that Andrew is a jerk, he just wants to create trouble for me, he doesn't care for me, and neither does he loves my cooking.
"I am going to bed…" I announce and leave the dinner table.
I slip into my nightdress fuming angrily, no one says a single word about the food that I had prepared with so much effort. It feels like a waste of my time. I sigh, but except for this work I have nothing to do in this huge mansion, at least this cooking makes me busy and my days spend with less loneliness and sadness.
I turn and hold a pillow, squeezing it in my arms I try to sleep, I am awake since 5 and haven't even taken a nap, so my sleep starts to come really quick, and as I am supposed to fall into a deep sleep, my door knocks.
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK…
"Come in…" I yell angrily and as I turn to look at Miss Celine I feel stunned as I watch my husband enters with a stern face.
"I think I had asked you to come over, Tessa Will…"
Oh, my full name, that means he is pissed on me, I sit up calmly and his eyes fall on my chest, Oops, I quickly hide my exposed skin with a blanket. "I was supposed to tell you that I am busy after dinner but you just left," I tell him calmly with an innocent look and his frown deepens.
"Busy…" He gritted his teeth, "Busy in doing what?" He asks sarcastically as he throws a disgusting look at me. Oh, Andrew… You really think you will command me as your slave, well my dear husband, I am not going to become your slave.
I cook and help you at work that doesn't mean you can take away my sleep too, Nope.
"Sleeping, I am sleeping…" I tell him and laying down, I turn my back at him, "Close the door before you leave." I fake a yawn and then smirk evilly under the blanket.
Now, you know how it feels to taste your own medicine, Andrew.
I hear footsteps retreating, so he is finally leaving, I sigh and close my eyes to sleep, just then I feel a sharp pain in my arm. Andrew angrily pulls my arm and drags me out of the bed.
"Ahh… Andrew…" I gasp, shocked and before I can say another word, he puts me on his shoulder and then starts walking out of the room.
"What… what are you doing…?" I stutter, scared and he laughs evilly not saying a single word as he enters his room and kicks the door close.
"Leave me… Leave me…" I feel panic as I start struggling in his hold and suddenly he throws me mercilessly on his bed.
"Ah…" I fall inappropriately and quickly sit up looking at him in bewilderment.
"Andrew…. What … are… you doing…?" I falter as he starts to take predatory steps towards me, his gaze dark on me, I am just in my nightdress without anything under it, my ni**les give away a good show and his gaze intensifies as he notices it.
I wrap my arms around my chest, I know Andrew is never going to make love to me, whatever he would do it would be just to punish me. Terrified, I try to back away from him curling into the corner of the bed.
"Please… Andrew… Don't… Don't… Hurt me…" I stutter frightened, and he stops, his eyes show surprise and then bending down he pulls out a brown bag and immediately I remember that bag.
F**k, no…
"These are mines.." I say quickly and then try to pull the bag away from Andrew's hands.
"How did you get these..? You know, no photographers were allowed at the wedding which means no photos… So then why the hell you click them and even print them out…" Andrew lashes out in rage and forgetting about my scared presence just before I pounce on him impassively, "Please… Give them to me, please…"
I desperately try to take it away from his hand but he is way too taller than me and as he has stretched his hand upwards, I am nowhere to reach it.
Still, I desperately try to get it from his hand, I jump like a kangaroo and when I look down at him I see him smirking at me, "Andrew, please, give them to me…" I demand exasperatedly.
He looks at me with curious eyes and asks, "Why you are so desperate for it, huh? It's just marriage pictures, not a big deal…"
"For you, it's not a big deal, but for me it is. Please Andrew it's the only memory I was able to capture from our wedding, please.." I plea softly.
He looks down at me, his eyes searching for the truth in my eyes, "What if this marriage gets finished, would you still stick to these memories? Would they still be precious to you?" He asks.
And without even thinking for a second, I reply immediately, "Yes, they are precious to me and will always be. For you, this marriage would mean nothing but for me, it's my everything." I start to get emotional and then sniff.
Andrew's hand subconsciously lowers and taking this opportunity I quickly grab the bag from his hand and hug it tightly afraid that he will take the bag away from me at any instant.
Sensing my fear, Andrew steps away from me and starts to pace back and forth, he looks worried and nervous, I don't understand why? Is he planning to finish our marriage? But it's only been a month since we got married…
"I…" I begin to reveal about my crush on him for years but he didn't let me complete as he quickly asks me to leave, "LEAVE…" His voice was not loud but the way he speak out the word, he looks depressed and unhappy. But why?
I still want to explain my love to him as I open my mouth, but his dark gaze stops me from saying anything, and closing my mouth, I walk out of his room with utter disappointment.
Disheartened, I take out the pictures of our wedding and stare at them intently, was this marriage really a burden for Andrew? Doesn't he feel anything for me? Or feels responsible for this marriage? Does he dislike me? Or does he feels disgusted by me?
These thoughts disturb me and I could barely close my eyes for a minute to rest. I think this is the time I should quit making this marriage work because the person whom I am expecting things is a complete stranger to me even when we are living under the same roof.
His heart carries no feeling for me and neither there is any softness in his eyes for me. I am trying to melt a stone and that is impossible to do. I think I should now talk to Ann and free everyone from this misery that we have called marriage.
But will I be able to let this marriage end so fast? Will Ann let me do it?
