Chapter 26: Chapter 26

I was still in a state of shock and didn't even know when my husband stood up and left the room.

He wants to cook for me, is he serious? How can a man cook for a lady he doesn't love?

I'm confused, I don't know what's in my husband's mind. Why do I feel that my husband has changed… thinking back in retrospect, I was convinced. He has been treating me good and the look in his eyes when looking at me has also changed… the look is filled with love and care unlike those hate looks he gave me at the early stage of our marriage, especially on our wedding night.

Staring at the closed door, I breathe out before climbing down from the bed. I can't know what he feels for me if he doesn't tell me. Should I ask him?

No, no. Where will I even get the courage to ask him.

I walk into the bathroom to take my bath. Stepping into the immense bathroom, I realized that it's more vast than our bathroom back in the mansion.

I stood on the huge mirror as I stared at my reflection. I looked paler than I was. My eyes unanticipatedly wandered through my neck and I saw some red marks. I wonder how I got it. I wanted to think that it's a mosquito bite but this house is so neat to entertain any mosquito. What could cause this red mark on my neck? I believe it wasn't there yesterday, so how did it end up on my neck?

I shrugged my shoulders when I couldn't grasp how the mark came to be on my neck. Without thinking much about it, I just stack myself naked. Fill the bathtub with warm water and dip my body into the warm water. Everything in this bathroom has a resemblance with the things in our bathroom back in the mansion so it wasn't hard to use them.

After taking my bath, I wrapped my body with a neat white towel I found in the fanciable towel bar in the bathroom. When I stepped out from the bathroom, it dawned on me that I have no clothes here. What will I wear?

Should I wear my dress which I took off before taking my bath?

No I can't, the dress is dirty and soaked with sweat. Guess I sweat so hard last night. Is possible because I was feeling hurt when I passed out.

Checking out the huge closet inside the room, I found nothing wearable for me but a few clothes which I know belong to my husband.

What will I do? I'm not going to eat or walk around with white towel wrapped round my chest. I remembered how abashed and the great shyness I felt the day my husband saw me on a towel and even the day he saw me naked. I can't let him see me that same way again. I will definitely blush hard and my cheeks may release smoke.

After thinking for a while and not getting a solution, I concluded with picking any of my husband's shirts that could at least cover my upper body down to my knee or above my knee, it is better than wearing a towel.

I found a perfect shirt to wear but I'm scared my husband might get angry if he sees me in his shirt. Not everyone likes sharing their clothes and my husband looks like one of those people, even though he didn't tell me himself but I could feel it.

He has not even accepted me as his wife so I'm sure he's going to get angry if he sees me in his shirt but what can I do? I have no choice.

Instead of wearing a towel, I will wear his shirt and bear the consequences. Swallowing the fear and nervousness in me, I picked the gray shirt and put it on.

It was able to cover my upper body down to my upper knee. I was satisfied but I was scared too.

Immediately I was done putting on the shirt, the door flap opened and my husband walked in. My heart abruptly skipped in fear as his dark eyes fell on me. I dropped my gaze to the floor as I bit my lower lips which is one habit of mine when I'm captured with anxiety.

I could feel his eyes on me and that increased my anxiety. It's certain that he's angry and I wonder what he will do to me. The awkward silence in the room made it more difficult for me and my heart wouldn't stop beating faster than usual but luckily he spoke up after what seemed like two minutes.

Instead of hearing a rough angry voice, I heard a calm voice. I was literally surprised.

“Let's go downstairs, the food is ready," he said, moving ahead. He didn't get angry at me, is he okay with me wearing his shirt?

I'm glad he is, although I'm surprised…. He's a man that doesn't love me, so why's he okay with me wearing his shirt?

I just shrugged my shoulders when I couldn't get my answer. I walked after him.

My eyes widened in amazement the moment we arrived in the living room, walking towards the dining. This ostentatious house is so beautiful although it's empty and dull. I believe no one lives in this house, it doesn't look lively.

I wonder whose house is this. Maybe it's one of my husband's houses. Hannah said that he has lots of mansion and this must be one of them but why is it looking this dull and unlively.

We arrived at the dining room, it's beautiful but also empty. No flowers, no pictures on the wall…. Nothing in the room except the table and chairs.

My husband sat down and gestured to me to do the same, I gently sat beside him. There's toast bread, pancakes, baked eggs, honey tea and juice served on different plates on the table. I can't believe he cooked all these.

But staring at these foods, I'm not convinced that my husband cooked them… they look yummy.

Does he know how to cook? He doesn't look like someone that can cook. Someone like him can't think of cooking when he can afford cooks that can do so. I'm still astonished that he offered to cook for me… it's unbelievable.

“What's with that look? You think I can't cook?" His voice jolted me up and I realized I've been gawking at the food without touching it.

“You think the food won't taste good?" He asked once again and I bit my lower lips. I'm guilty of his words but I still lied saying that wasn't what I was thinking.

“Of … of course not…I will start eating now," I stutter and pick my fork dipping inside the pancake. I cut a slice and shove it into my mouth. I was shocked with the glorious taste.

“Taste good?" He asked and I quickly nodded my head in a way to say yes.

I stared at him and flashed him a bright smile. The moment I realized what I did, I quickly took my eyes away from him and returned it to my plate. I was carried away with the great taste of the pancake not realizing when I showed him that sheepish smile of mine.

Eating in silence, his voice echoed in the room after some seconds.

“Grandfather called, he was worried about you. I told him you are with me and you are fine," he said. I only glance at him and nod.

When did grandfather call him? Maybe it was when he was in the kitchen.

I wonder if I should tell grandfather what happened to me. No, no, I won't tell him. He's going to worry too much.

I'm even confused at what happened to me, though I think that something was added to my drink because the wine I took is not alcoholic to make me feel dizzy but I'm not certain about my thoughts. If something was added to my drink, who could have done it?

I decided to ask my husband and I built up courage to do so. I wonder when I will stop being scared and learn how to speak freely with my husband.

“I think something was added to my drink which caused me to suddenly feel dizzy and made me faint. Do you perhaps know who could have done it?" I asked.

His dark eyes stared at me and I quickly withdrew my eyes. Is he angry with the question? I was relieved when he replied with a cool voice.

“Yes, something was added to your drink. I know who did it and don't worry. I will deal with the person," he replied. He knows who did it, why can't he tell me?

“You don't need to know who did it, so don't think much about it," he said as if he heard my thoughts.

I pouted my lips like a sulking baby before I continued eating. Maybe that man that wanted to rape me was the one that added something to my drink, I think he ordered the waitress to do it.

“We will go back to the mansion once you are done eating," he said before leaving the dining room.

After eating, I returned to the room. There was no sign of my husband, I wonder where he is, how can he leave me all alone in this huge mansion.

I lay on the bed and wanted to make use of my phone and while away the time but I remembered that I left it at that hotel where Juliana's birthday party took place.

I didn't stagger towards the restroom with it. How can I get it back? I hope nothing has happened to it. Grandfather bought that phone for me and I can't afford to lose it.

Jocelyn… how can I forget about Jocelyn. I'm sure she's worried about me. I need to call her and tell her that I'm fine but which phone can I use now.

Maybe I will find a landline in the living room, it can help me. I did check in the room but found none.

I left the room down to the living room, I looked round the whole living room but couldn't find any. Why isn't there any landline in this huge mansion?

I sighed dejectedly. If we return to the mansion, I will use the mansion landline. I was about to go back to the room when I saw a strange tall man in all black attire. I gulped down as fear engulfed me.