Chapter 41 MENU FOR DINNER
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For a moment, I thought he is going to kiss me, Will he?
I feel paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely captivated by him.
"Tessy…" He takes my name with heaviness in his voice and I freeze, my stomach flutters, the way he always speaks my name, it's been a few days I have seen him or heard my name from his well-sculpted mouth.
His arm finds its way around my waist and realizing the critical condition, I immediately pull myself away from him keeping a distance, he looks disappointed when he lost his grip on my waist.
"Fine.." I snap in agreement and it takes him a moment to realize that I have agreed, he flashes me a smile and I quickly turn on my heels, I can't bear to be so close to him especially when he gives such a beautiful smile to me.
Like a coward, I hide in my room, panting heavily and thinking about what the day would bring for us.
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KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK...
I was sitting in my sweats still thinking if I should go or make any excuse to not accompany Andrew just then my door knocks taking all my attention before I open my mouth, the door opens and a person enters on his tiptoes. My brows furrow watching the man's newest skill of peeking into others' rooms.
He stops embarrassed when he notices me sitting on my bed ready for the workout.
"I…I thought you are still asleep." He explains, his face turning pale from embarrassment.
"I am already awake," I tell him firmly, and picking up a shawl I cover myself, even it's the month of April at this time it's quite windy and cold. And I really want to cover myself when I am around Andrew.
Last night, his gaze literally burns my body.
Clearing my thoughts, I walk out first, Andrew following me behind, we both enter the elevator together and then to the ground floor. When we reach the backyard, I notice two water bottles in Andrew's hands that he keeps aside.
He then takes off his jacket and lazily keeps it on the bench as he starts to run.
I stay on the bench stubbornly showing no sign to join him, I look everywhere except him even when he passes by me I don't look at him at all. I keep looking away, why? I don't know maybe I am afraid of his intense gaze, the fire burning in them.
I always wanted that but now as things have changed, his affection and attention start to terrify me. I pick up my bottle and drink some water, I need to stay hydrated because his physique is literally making my insides dry.
The flashes of the ungrateful nights keep disturbing me, the way he kissed me so hungrily, and when he kissed every inch of my body but that pain, that humiliation, altogether things have turned so much worse now.
I sigh, exasperated, lost in my thoughts when a voice makes me jump...
"Are you ok?"
"Ahh…" Andrew gives me a surprising look and then complains, "I am not a monster, Tessy… I told you I wasn't in my senses that night…" He stomps his feet angrily and walk away as I remain at my place and watch him amused.
What happen to him?
At the breakfast table, I sit quietly and wait for Andrew and Ann to arrive but only Andrew comes to the table, not Ann. "Has Ann gone?" I ask him and he nods his head.
Sighing, I take my seat and Andrew frowns, "Tessy if you don't want me, I would leave no need to force yourself." He says in a calm yet threatening tone.
I flinch as I look up and meet his dark gaze on me, "I am fine, perhaps if you don't want me, I can leave." I pretend to leave and he sighs, irritated, "You know that wasn't what I meant."
I know it wasn't, but it's just my bitch can't stay to herself.
I sit back and start eating my breakfast, I am liking this situation where I have the upper hand and the power to decide for myself even when I get influenced easily by Ann's order and Andrew's threats.
At least, these days I don't see the coldness and indifference in Andrew's eyes at all.
"I am leaving," Andrew announces as he leaves and I nod my head, my gaze still on my half-eaten food on the plate.
I sense Andrew standing probably waiting for me to say Goodbye but I act like I didn't notice him waiting for me at all. After a while, he left in disappointment and I smirk winningly, Now you know how does it feel to get disappointed by the one person again and again.
After finishing my food, I was supposed to go back to my floor when Miss Celine walks over and inform me, "Miss, Andrew Sir has left the menu for you."
Arghhh… I groan in frustration and give her a bemused look, no. She can't be serious and she slowly stretches her arm handing me a note on which menu was written by my jerk husband.
F**k you, Andrew…
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"Miss, aren't these too much?' Miss Celine asks worriedly and I pretend to not understand what she is saying. "Miss Celine, this is according to the recipe, please go out and don't disturb me," I tell her as I mix the sauce, wow it looks too red and spicy.
I wonder what will happen to Andrew tonight after eating this.
Ann isn't at home so I don't need to worry about anything at all. Andrew has asked for lasagna, wedge salad, roasted veggies, and tiramisu cake. Seriously, does he think he lives in a hotel?
And who am I his cook?
I prepare Lasagna, with extreme spiciness in the sauce, and sprinkle chilly flakes all over the veggies and salad. I skip the cake, if I will serve it, it will give him an advantage.
I was busy with the final touch when a voice nearly gives me a heart attack and I hold my chest in fear, "I am home…"
"Ahh…" Panting heavily I look at Andrew who is all smiling and after a second he frowns as he notices my hand on my chest and my irregular breaths.
"Uhm… Aren't husband supposed to say that when they return home.." As usual, he always has a reason after doing anything.
I roll my eyes, displeased, is he really taking himself as my husband now? Huh, isn't it too late Andrew?
"I don't remember my husband saying anything to me before." I say sarcastically and he frowns with displeasure, and then surprisingly takes a step towards me, "Tessy, I am trying… Can't you see?"
He keeps taking steps toward me and I keep walking back nervously.
"And…rew.." I hit the wall and as he gets too close, I touch his chest and press him away lightly.
"Why you're so nervous…? I won't force you." He whispers and I widen my eyes in surprise.
"I…" I open my mouth to defend but his afterword interrupts me, "You will come to me on your own." He says coquettishly and I gulp nervously, his eyes show provocation, challenge, and mock.
I don't understand what has changed now?
He was angry with me in the morning and now he is behaving so coquettishly and before he was so distant. What the hell is wrong with Andrew? Can't he stay normal with me? Why does he always have such mood swings making me suspicious and confused?
"Miss…" Miss Celine's voice breaks my trance, and I look at her from Andrew's shoulder, Andrew looks down at me with a deep gaze and then steps aside politely.
I sneer because I know his gentle act is only for Miss Celine, but he won't be able to maintain his act of gentleness after dinner.
I smirk evilly thinking about the outcome of the dinner made by me with pure love for my dear husband.
At the dinner table, Andrew sits at the table calmly, I place the dishes by myself and give him my best smile, I serve him the food, he looks stunned by my unusual happy behavior but still didn't say a word.
He cuts a small portion and then lifts it to his mouth as I wait in anticipation, but he stops in a mid-way. "Aren't you eating?"
F**k… I hold the glass of fresh juice and lie, "I had my dinner." I smile apologetically and he shrugs, I know he must be thinking about what I am doing at the dinner table with him when yesterday I tell him clearly that I would prefer to sleep over watching him.
"A wife must accompany her husband to dinner," I say as a matter of fact trying to keep my voice as plain as I could.
He pauses and then flashes a smile in appreciation, he holds up the piece of lasagna to his mouth, and BOOM, it's in his mouth.
I did a little achievement dance in my head, clenching the glass of juice tightly in my hands as I watch him intently.
His smile starts to vanish as he continues chewing the lasagna and there is a moment when he seems to puke but then silently gulps the food down in his stomach with difficulty.
He looks around for the water and my smirk widened, seems like I forget to bring the jug of water, oops my bad ;)
