Chapter 49 POSITIVE BEHAVIOR
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He touched my... Ahhh... It feels too shameful.
But don't forget that last night you wanted him to get inside you too... My subconsciousness kicks in and I groan embarrassed.
I pick the clothes and blanket and put them into a laundry basket, I then take off his jacket and put on my robe, then I start to pick my outfit. After Andrew will come out, I will go for the bath. I was busy in my wardrobe when I hear the voice of the door opening, which indicates Andrew has done showering.
"Your jacket," I hand him back his jacket and he looks surprised to see it. As usual, he is wrapped in a towel around his waist, and his hair as expected wet from the shower.
"Can you bring my clothes?" He asks lazily, "Why?" I ask without thinking and he frowns, "Tessy, bring my clothes here." He orders, his arms resting on his back, he looks upset now.
I have no choice but to obey his command. I quickly walk to his room and enter his wardrobe, I start to look for his suit, there are multiple shirts, trousers pants, and coats.
I don't know which one to choose but still, I pick up a set of clothes for him, a white-collar shirt, a black coat and matching trousers pant. I walk back to my room and my handsome husband was talking on the phone, he looks at the clothes that I place neatly on the bed and then look at me.
He then raises his brow asking for something that I don't quite understand.
I shrug, not knowing what is it, he shakes his head and finally points towards his bottom and at last, I realize what he is asking, I widen my eyes, shaking my head in refusal.
But the threat in his eyes is visible as I sigh in surrender and walk back to his room. It takes me at least five minutes to figure out which drawer carries his briefs. I pick out one and quickly walk back.
What a day, last night he touched my panty and now I have his briefs in my hands, Superb.
When I enter the room with his brief in my hand, he was done talking on his phone and now has already worn his collar shirt.
"Here." I stretch my hand as I turn my face away from him, blushing embarrassedly.
He didn't take it as I turn and see him smirking at me, "What?" I frown.
"Why you're looking so red?" He asks, his smirk getting wide and his eyes teasingly looking at my face.
"Take it," I urge with my blushed face and after a while, he takes his brief from my hand, I turn and hear his chuckle, after a while, he taps on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "I am done."
His breath tingles my skin, I couldn't help but shrink my neck from the warm sensation.
He stands in front of the mirror, combing his now dry hairs, smoothly as I watch mesmerized.
"Aren't you going to take a bath?" He asks as he looks at me through the mirror, I nod my head embarrassedly and then quickly hide in the bathroom. I take a shower real quick and feel surprised when I didn't see Miss Celine coming over.
She would always step in to my room after 5 and also she would always call to wake me up. Strangely, today she didn't show up and neither calls me.
I wear my clothes absent-mindedly, Thankfully Andrew has left the room otherwise I would die in shame if I had to step out in just my bathrobe in front of him, but last night you were willing to take off all your clothes for him, Tess.
My subconscious interrupts and I scowl unhappily, It wasn't me but my desire for Andrew, I try to comfort my heart by keep saying the nonsensical things like this.
I reach the ground floor and the breakfast was already placed on the table but Andrew's plate was still empty, he hasn't touched the food yet but why? Was he waiting for me?
I sit at my place as usual and Andrew stands up frowning, I don't understand his sudden reaction and before I could ask what's wrong, he walks towards me and sits beside me.
I look at him, puzzled. "Husband and Wife should sit together." He states and my mouth opens in a small "o" shape, what is wrong with him?
We start eating the breakfast in complete silence, After finishing the breakfast, Andrew stands up and leans over me making me stop my movement all of the sudden, "Move my clothes to your wardrobe," he whispers and I stop chewing my food as I look at him from the corner of my eyes, he looks serious, no joking, no smirk nothing at all.
I nod my head. How could I refuse?
He smiles and then unexpectedly pecks on my cheek, "Bye, then."
He walks away just like that while I stare at his back dumbfounded, I touch my burning cheek, what the hell was that?
My appetite has gone, don't know if it's from my husband's positive behavior or my fear. I gulp down the piece of unchewed food in my stomach and then wipe my mouth.
Looking at Miss Celine coming over, I let out a relieving sigh, "Miss Celine, why you didn't come to my room, today?"
I ask her immediately.
"Miss, Sir Andrew has asked me to not enter the room as he would wake you up now." She smiles with a little teasing in her voice and I couldn't get her words in one attempt.
"What does it mean?" I ask blankly.
"You will know soon," She smiles and then purses her lips, I frown deeply, "Andrew has asked to keep his clothes in my wardrobe." I tell her plainly and she nods her head, "Ok, Miss, anything else you want me to do?"
"No," I refuse immediately and then walk back to my room.
As usual, I have nothing to do even Sir Alex has gone now, I spend my time reading and then talking with Cyril for some time, he asks me the same question every time If I am happy with my Prince and what would I say to him, that Andrew isn't a prince but just my fantasy of Prince Charming.
Sigh, I look at my wardrobe that is now filled with my husband's clothes too, I wonder what Andrew has planned next for me. After rejecting me yesterday, I don't understand what he wants now?
And his words of taking things slow? He was talking about what?
My mind is still occupied by my thoughts when my phone rings, surprisingly it's from my husband.
RING… RING… RING…
"Hello."
"Tessy, what are you doing?" he asks.
"Nothing, trying to kill the boredom," I said disinterestedly.
"I have some work for you, go and check my laptop," he says and then ends the call.
I walk over to the laptop and after I open it I find my husband's email that he has just sent to me.
I open it, curiously, He has sent some graphic designs of a ruby stone, the color is vivid red and my eyes shine with glee as I look at the designs. There are multiple designs for the ruby necklace, I wonder if I can make the designs any better.
I rub my hand excitedly, this is going to be fun. I love working on designs, making something new and unique is always refreshing.
I start to design a pattern, I would like to add diamonds, the white combination with deep red would be a blast, I want the design to be simple yet eye-catching.
It takes me at least two hours to design the pattern that was in my mind, I add a flower shape pendant, and the shape of the floral would work I could keep the center with ruby and fill the chain with diamonds.
I keep drawing one then another sketch and finally, I have the design.
I smile satisfied and the door knocks, I look up and get stunned to see my husband walking inside with a neutral face, "I am home." He smiles, "I can see that." I tease and he smirks.
"Are you done with the work?" He asks, raising his brow and then peeking at the laptop screen.
"Uhm... Not yet… I am still working." I tell him.
"Hmm... This is for a special occasion so please be careful with the design, I want the best." He says cautiously.
"Oh… What kind of occasion?" I ask to get a better graph of what I am designing and for whom.
"Nothing big… Just like a proposal… You know a birthday gift perhaps. The woman is quite young so the design should be something that would be like by youngsters." He emphasizes and I pause looking at my design, I am starting to have second thoughts now.
"I have come up with this design." I tell him moving the laptop screen towards him, he leans and looks intently, "Hmm, good. Do you like it?" He asks turning to me.
"Well, honestly speaking I think this would be a good choice but as you mention the woman is quite young, I think I should add more diamonds in it, the more they shine, the more audience she will attract," I tell him my thoughts.
"Well said… But I don't think that woman is a kind of show-off… I think the less would be better." He suggests and I nod my head in agreement.
"Ok, Let's close this. Work on this, tomorrow." He says dismissively and then closes the laptop.
I press my tired eyes and then stand up, "Is Dinner ready?' I ask him and as I take a step towards the door, he pulls me back unexpectedly.
"Aren't you supposed to greet your husband first, before heading for the dinner?" He asks with raising brows and I blink blankly at him while my mind is busy forming his words.
Greeting? Husband? But How?
