Chapter 71 TORTURE OF NUTRITIOUS DIET
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My husband passes me a tight smile and I look away, it's not that I am pissed at him but actually I am pissed at my situation and because of it I am acting very grumpily.
I greet Ann politely and then we all sit together at the dining table. Miss Celine served the dinner and when I am supposed to pick up my plate, she place a huge piece of cod on my plate making me widen my eyes in confusion.
She then placed a huge bowl of lemon rice and gives me a polite nod and leave… I look around and find out that my dinner is different from all, and the problem is that I hate Cod…
Ahhh… I am trying my best to stay calm… but this diet is making me insane.
Who would say that this is the only first day of my nutritious diet, nutritious my foot… I want caffeine, I want a burger, I want pizza, chicken anything but not Cod.
I didn't touch my food and Andrew notice this as he turns to me and ask in concern, "Why are you not eating?"
"I don't like fish," I whisper and he looks amused.
"Well, you can eat this then," he offers me his steak and my face lights up with joy and just then Ann's sharp voice interrupts.
"Tessa has to finish her Cod… Andrew, you finish your steak." And with that, my husband pulls back his plate and I stare at him in disbelief. Feeling angry, I decided to leave the table, what nonsense is this, one is forcing me to conceive a child while the other is not even interested in making a baby at all.
I was supposed to stand when a firm hold on my hand made me stop, I look at my hand and then at my husband who is firmly holding my hand. His eyes beg me to not act impulsively and somehow I start to calm down when he starts rubbing his thumb over my hand to soothe my burning nerves.
I take a deep sigh and then reluctantly start to eat my cod and rice, Andrew sighs in relief and then let go of my hand. I finish my food with extreme difficulty and with a gloomy face I go back to my room.
I stride to the washroom as soon as I step inside my room, the smell of cod and its taste inside my mouth is unbearable for me.
I brush my teeth twice because I was not satisfied with one attempt and then I walk out of the washroom and make an angry face when I see my husband sitting on the edge of the bed probably waiting for me.
"Tessy, are you ok?" He asks and I snap, "No, Andrew I am not. I don't want to follow this ridiculous diet… I am going to tell Ann that we are not planning a child at the moment and she should stop torturing us like this."
I thought Andrew would get angry at me or scold me but instead, he sits down on the bed again, and sigh tiredly, "If you think by doing this she will stop everything, then go ahead please…" He gestures for me "To Leave" and I look at him stunningly.
Sighing, I sit beside him, "Hubby… I am feeling so pathetic…" I hold his arm and cry on his shoulder. He put his hand on mine and comforts me, "It's ok, Tessy. I can understand… Just bear this for some time."
I shed a few tears and then I feel calm, I pull my head away from him, and then thank him politely, "Thanks."
"For what?" He asks, looking confused.
"For being so understanding husband… I said a lot before and also try to create a scene at the dinner table…" I explain and he gives me a half-smile.
"Only Thanks? I expect more from you…" He says, his eyes looking at me playfully and I smile back with the same mischievousness.
And then taking the initiative I sit on his lap and he looks pleasantly surprised by my attempt then lowering my head I seal his lips with mine, my hands go inside his hair pulling them softly and he moans in my mouth.
He holds my waist tightly and then his hands start to roam around indecently while our tongues dance together, his touch makes me feel hot and soon he turns me over making me stunned.
And then bury his face in the crook of my neck and as his fingers try to trace my groin, I stop him softly, "Hubby… I have a yoga class…"
He looks at me for a moment, and I feel like he won't listen to me because he never but unexpectedly he withdraws his hand and then gives me a light peck. "As you say… My dear wife.." and then he pulls me up to sit.
"You are not doing anything then?" I ask him in disbelief and he smiles at me, "When my wife is tolerating so much I think I could also tolerate this much… But don't keep me away for more days…" He says as his hands brush my lips softly and I smile from my heart.
At his obedience and understanding, I want to throw myself at him but Nah… I need to go to the yoga class and also from our last night's encounter, I am still feeling a little sore and he has bruised my body too.
Let's wait for a few days until I collect all my energy back.
I stand up and walk to the wardrobe changing my clothes for the yoga class and Andrew goes to work in his study.
We spend the night cuddling in each other's arms and then fall asleep.
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The next day, it's the same diet same thing and this time without making any fuss I eat my breakfast, I am strong I can manage my nerves without caffeine. In the afternoon, my husband sends me the designs.
Work… Yeah… It helps me to distract my mind from all the unnecessary thoughts and I feel blessed to have Andrew beside me who helps me to pass through this torturous time.
Every night at dinner, I am getting served seafood, sometime, fish, sometimes prawns, sometimes crabs, sometimes lobster, sometimes oyster… I hate seafood but still, I am eating them because I have no choice and neither any power to fight with Ann over this.
And also I need to keep the peace in my and my husband's life so it's better to stay quiet all the time.
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Tonight, I was getting ready for my yoga class when my husband walks in and then throw a dress on me, "Hubby…" I yell angrily at him, and he then pulls me out of the wardrobe.
"Wear this," he says looking at the small dress he has just thrown at me.
"This.." I finally look at the dress and frown, it is a very small black color satin dress, it's like a night suit actually.
"I have a yoga class, not a Kamasutra, hubby.." I remind him and he grin.
"Oh, my stupid wife, this isn't for the class but for me… Now quickly wear this we are going to watch a movie together." He says and I look at him dumbfounded.
"What?" He urges.
"Why?" I ask raising my brow suspiciously at him.
"Why not?" He asks back instead of replying.
"I don't see any occasion today," I tell him plainly.
"Because there is none." He replies.
"What about Ann?" I ask.
"She isn't home." He replies with a smirk and now I know why he looks too happy. These days Andrew has been very busy and Ann barely leaves him alone, a few days before I had asked him to watch a movie with me on weekend but Ann called him for some work and all my evening was spent in a foul mood.
So, it seems like he is rectifying his actions now.
I smile widely, "Just two minutes, please." And then I run back to my wardrobe, quickly I put on the satin dress, it makes me look too sexy and I mischievously give up the idea of wearing anything under it.
I pick a robe to wear over it, no matter what this satin dress looks like a nude dress, and what If I meet Ann or Miss Celine while walking to the theater room, I don't want to get embarrassed at all.
I walk out and My husband frowns unhappily, "Where is my dress?"
"Under this…" I give him a seductive smile and feeling satisfied, he takes my hand and we both literally run to the theater room like teenage kids who are going to watch a movie together while their parent has put restrictions on them to not leave their room.
I giggle and Andrew immediately covers my mouth, still, with a huge smile on our faces, we manage to reach the theater room.
Once inside, Andrew kiss me hard and then pulls away, "Go and choose a movie." He says and I walk to pick up the remote and then start looking for a movie, while he locks the door and then goes into the corner to bring some stuff that he had hidden here, I guess.
"What is it, Andrew?" I turn to ask and he grins as he pulls up the cloth and shows me two large boxes of Pizza.
"Pizza…" I squeal with joy.
"With chocolate chip cookies and a good wine," he says as he put down the pizza box and then brings another box with a bottle of wine.
"How did you manage to bring this?" I ask him, curiously.
"Hahaha, I am very talented, Tessy." He gives me an overconfident look with a giant smile plastered on his face.
Instead of sitting on the chair, we sit on the floor, Andrew places a huge blanket and we sit on it, he brings a few pillows for us to support our back. He put the boxes and then place the wine bottle.
I look at him feeling excited, this movie night is definitely going to be a great night.
