Chapter 46 CAREFREE ANDREW
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Instead of that, still I am late, why because of my ridiculous brain which is still not able to decide whether I should join him or wait for him to come over and call me.
I wait for him to come over but he didn't. At last, I decided to go to the backyard myself.
I reach the backyard and watch my husband running, his body drenched with sweat, he looks a bit disoriented. I wonder why? Did he also stay awake the whole night? I wonder.
He stops when he noticed me, his breathing heavily from the running, "I thought you were asleep…" He says after a while as he bends and holds his knees to catch his breath back.
"You should have checked." I tell in dismay and he looks up at me in surprise, "Next time, I will." He shows me a grin, "Wanna join?"
"Nope, I think I'll just watch," I say lazily and sit on the bench as he chuckles behind me and then starts running again.
This day, I watch him intently, he meet my gaze several times but I didn't look away, my gaze stays firm and when he takes off his shirt and pats his wet body I couldn't help but glance at it, it shines brightly under the sun and feeling overwhelm I quickly look away.
Stop luring him, Tess…
We go back to our respective rooms and then meet again at the breakfast table, "Miss Celine please bring the Tiramisu cake for me," Andrew orders making me surprised.
"The breakfast?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"I want to eat cake with tea." He gives me a boyish grin and I couldn't help but feel mesmerized, sometimes he looks so cute and innocent.
Miss Celine brings the cake and he starts to help himself by cutting a huge slice and then starts eating it. After swallowing the first bite, he compliments me, "Wow, Tessy it's delicious… but not better than my mom's."
And this time I grin at his compliment, he eats so carelessly and I keep watching him in fascination. Actually, I can watch him like this all day. Innocent and Carefree.
"What?" Andrew asks shrugging in nervousness and I laugh, "I have never seen you like this, you look like a child." I tell, truthfully.
"Yeah, actually Ann doesn't like childish things, she has prepared a strict diet for me every day and I really can't have cakes in the morning and neither can't eat any junk food. Ann puts me on the strict diet and even though I don't like eating such small portions at a particular time, I still need to act that I love it." He sighs.
I feel dumbfounded by his confession, so he is like me, he too doesn't want to go through a schedule daily. I smirk, this thought is satisfying.
"Do you like burgers, Tessy?" Andrew asks excitedly, his eyes brimming with joy and thrill.
"Yes," I reply.
"How about we have burgers tonight? Which one would you like, Beef or chicken?" He asks.
"Anything would be fine," I tell him.
"Well, how about I choose for you? Would it be alright?" He asks.
"Yes, of course. No problem." I reply and he passes me a radiant smile.
"Good, so don't cook tonight. It will be my treat, ok." He says happily and then wiping his mouth he stands to leave. "Thanks for the cake Tessy, you just made my day." He grins, "I am leaving." He then announces and I shout impulsively, "Take care, hubby."
He stops midway and turns to me astonished, "What was that?"
"Uhmm… Hubby, you are my husband, no?" I shrug with embarrassment, shouldn't have said that, why I am so impulsive…
He looks at me for a second and then nods his head in agreement, "Well, yes, legally I am."
I let out a breath of relief as he turns and walk out. F**k, Tess, keep your emotions in control.
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I was reading a book when suddenly my phone rang.
RING… RING… RING…
I look down surprised to see my husband's name flashing on the screen, I pick up the phone immediately.
"Hello, Andrew…"
"Ahh… wasn't it hubby in the morning?" He asks and I stifle my laughter. "Why have you called?" I tried to change the subject feeling shy all of the sudden.
"Oh, Can you please check the laptop, I have sent something." his eager voice sounded and I walk curiously to his study opening his laptop, I find his email, I open it and it shows the menu…
"A menu?" I ask, bemused.
"What would you like to eat, Ma'am," He asks politely and I grin widely. "Anything my husband orders for me."
"Still not going to choose anything." He asks and I refuse still grinning. "Nope."
"Fine," He surrenders at last, "I'll be home before 6." He informs.
"I'll be waiting," I tell him and then we bid goodbye to each other.
A huge grin stays plastered on my face the whole day and Miss Celine looks pleased with it, I start to fish out the dress in my wardrobe, I should wear something sexy tonight, but what?
Even with a closet full of clothes I am still unable to choose the appropriate dress for tonight's dinner. Miss Celine comes forwards to help and as usual, she starts picking the formal dresses, I don't want formal but something sexier that would make my husband's jaw drop.
I keep fishing and at last, I pick one dress, and after putting it on I look in the mirror. Wooah… I am wearing a sleeveless spaghetti strap short dress with V neck, it has a beautiful small flower print in pink and red color and there is also a little touch of orange in it, altogether, it's a colorful dress and the fabric is too soft yet too short.
I make a twirl as I always do and the fabric moves with the movement, giving immediate focus on my bottom. I smirk mischievously, this dress would work for tonight.
Miss Celine enters when I am putting on some makeup, she frowns looking at the mess I make in the closet, and then walks over to me. I stand up showing her my dress and she gasps, staring at me with quite an improper gaze, "Miss… Isn't this…"
"Sexy, Yes, it is.." I cut her off, grinning.
"Miss, I have always told you, Sir Andrew is a good person, that night…" Miss Celine paused hesitantly looking at me, I nod my head calmly for her to continue, taking a breath she then continues, "Sir Andrew was a disaster, so I prepare a tray of dinner for him to eat and even check on him that night but when I reached his door, I heard him arguing with Ann. He didn't sound drunk at all, he was in his full consciousness. I wonder how after that he lost his senses and forced you. But I clearly saw him walking to his room steadily, he didn't look drunk in any way." Miss Celine reveals and I frown.
Honestly speaking, that night I also didn't smell alcohol on his body. He kissed me multiple times but his breath was clean there was no trace of alcohol in it and just yesterday Andrew told me he couldn't bear to consume alcohol on a large scale, so how that night he consumed too much and didn't even feel any stomachache?
Well, these all tangled things need to be solved later as for now, I should focus on the dinner with my handsome husband.
"Miss Celine, Thank you for letting me know this," I tell her and she nods politely.
"I am happy that you are making effort for this marriage to work. Sir Andrew will definitely make you happy, just don't give up." Miss Celine encourages me and I blush.
"So, what do you think? Should I put my hair in a bun or keep them open?" I ask Miss Celine undecided about what to do with my hair.
"I think a bun would look good," She tells me and even I agreed because with a bun I will be able to show my skin to Andrew while if I keep my hair open they would only hide my skin and this night it's all about the skin show.
I smirk and then start putting my hair in a neat bun. Giving the last touch up, I walk down wearing my straps heels and then wait for my husband patiently.
After a while, I hear the footsteps and look in the direction, my husband walks with a bag of food grinning at me, "I am home," he paused when he noticed my dress but then continues walking without saying anything at all.
"Miss Celine, please put these in the theater room, with some snacks, soft drinks, and even chocolates." He orders Miss Celine and I look at him surprised.
"Theater?" I ask, raising a brow.
"Oh yeah, I thought we should watch a movie together," Andrew advises and I look at him dumbfounded, is he taking me out? "Are we going to the theater?" I ask.
"Oh yeah, just let me change." He says quickly and then steps on the elevator to get to our floor while I stay in my place dumbfounded, would this dress be appropriate for going out to the theater? I look down at myself feeling uncomfortable and nervous.
