Chapter 14: Chapter 14

"I take the right side of the bed." September obediently nodded as he watched Maeve looked around their room.

It thrilled him so much that she would be staying with him from now on. Looks like something good came out from that sudden marriage.

"Do you want to held a wedding?" He asked while Maeve opened his closet silently and subtly complimenting the organized placing of the items inside.

"Why would we? That's just a waste of time." Maeve answered absentmindedly.

She wasn't the type to believe in marriage. She herself, watched first hand how her parent's marriage came crumbling down.

Marriage for her is just for title sakes. Someone becomes the wife of someone, while someone becomes the husband of someone, too. It doesn't even make you faithful to your spouse. If it does, her mother wouldn't die carrying the pain her unfaithful father brought.

"You don't want to?" September asked cautiously. Falcon had briefed him earlier about how wives acts and how he should deal with it.

Falcon warned him about how women always say they don't want something but the truth is that they really do looked forward to it and they just wanted you to surprise them.

Women and their complicated minds.

"You think my stuffs would fit in with yours?" Maeve asked, voicing out the dilemma she's currently having.

September chuckled with her nonsensical concerns before he walked towards a brown built-in cabinet with Maeve curiously trailing behind him

Maeve's lips parted after September opened the cabinet. It wasn't a cabinet actually. It was a walk-in closet!

She took a step inside as her eyes take in different types of clothes that almost filled the whole room, her eyes sharply glanced back at the man behind him.

September was at lost once again why his wife is glaring at him now. What have he done this time? She looks amazed just a few seconds ago and then, she's all mad again?!

"Why put someone else's clothes here?" She asked sharply.

"Someone else's?" September asked in confusion as his eyes went back and forth from those clothes he had bought for her and towards his wife who was still glaring at him.

"Oh. It was actually for you. I ordered them for you." He said after realizing what she meant. He had handpicked those clothes earlier for her.

"No. Throw them away or better yet burn them." Maeve said coldly before she left the closet room. Leaving a confused September inside, wondering what he did wrong.

"Why? You don't like them?" September asked after he caught up with her.

"No."

"Why?" September's forehead creases as his eyebrows borrowed.

Maeve stopped in front of the fridge, opened it and took a pitcher of cold water before she turned around to face her husband with a cold face.

"Because it's from you." September felt pained immediately, it took him almost a whole day to buy those dress and he, himself set it up on the closet room but then he smiled and nodded.

"Alright. I'll have someone burn them. Let's just get some new ones soon." He said optimistically. He knew how she loves clothes. Maeve is a very fashionable woman and that is why he took special attention on her wardrobe. Too bad, she didn't liked it.

Maeve just shrugged her shoulders before pouring a glass of cold water for herself.

"I took a leave for a week. Is there anything you want to do or some place you wanted to go to?" He offered as he watched Maeve cooked dinner on their kitchen.

"I didn't took a leave. I have a lot if paperworks to do." She said without looking at her husband who looked dejected.

He was looking forward for this week. According to Falcon, this week should be their honeymoon. He was really clueless when it comes to women so Falcon had been filling him with the details he needed to start up and maintain this marriage.

But Falcon never warned him about this countless rejection he kept receiving the whole day. They had a long list of activities awaiting for the both of them this week but all of it was just crossed out---for the sake of paperworks.

He wanted to sighed but he didn't want his wife to hear his disappointment and so he kept his smile as he rested his jaw on his hands which was getting the support from the table.

He stopped talking and just silently watched Maeve cook. It was both to enjoy the scene of his wife cooking for him and to silently comfort his bruised heart.

It didn't take long before Maeve finished cooking. September arranged the table for them before they ate in silence.

Maeve refused to hire house helps since she hated people touching her stuffs. Instead she had assigned Sundays to be cleaning days. It was a free day for the both of them so it was alright.

Falcon wasn't staying in the mansion with him since he have his own family, but he still lives in the same subdivision. So technically, it was only him and Maeve on the house tonight, not counting the guards that were scattered around though.

"September," his attention was immediately caught when he heard his wife call him. His eyes rose up towards her with a rush as a smile immediately broke into his lips.

"Hmm?"

Maeve stared at his face for a long time before she took a deep breath and shook her head. She was about to say something nasty again but when she saw those expectant green orbs staring back at her, she chickened out.

September had been good all the long. He just conceded to everything she was saying, to her surprise. He never seems to ran out of patience for her unless she brought up the topic of divorce.

She's still not sure why this guy was so adamant to keep her. It's not like he'll be running out of women if he wanted to but it was no surprise for her that he had never been with a woman.

Even the way he talks and acts shows that this is his first time and he was seriously struggling to understand her every move. At first it was amusing, then it got a little bit annoying, until just now, she felt pity. Remembering what the nun had told her about her husband.

He doesn't know how to care. And she was pretty sure all of these were very new to him. Trying to take care of someone is never easy, especially if you grow up without experiencing how to be taken care of, but she was amazed as to how hard he was trying. She even heard him calling his butler earlier to asked about something she told him. It was both hilarious and pitiful.

She sighed once again before she avoided his eyes that were now staring at her with concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing. I just changed my mind about those clothes in the closet room. Just let it be for now." She said meekly before she stood up and took her plate on the kitchen sink.

She wasn't able to see the astonished and touched expression on her husband's face. She didn't even have the slightest idea how much warmth it gave to his lonely and cold heart.