It had been three hours on the air and Rossie kept scribbling through her notes. She's been trying to memorize everything. Although Jared keeps telling her not to worry too much about it. Oh, she freakin' is!The past two days, she was confident that she was going to be alright but as soon as she got on the plane, her heart just won't stop racing. What if his family members were worse than Jake's? What if they didn't like how she looks?To be fair with it, she put on some light makeup and she actually wore a dress this time, pairing it with plain white heels. They weren't that high but they added some inches to her height. Jared didn't say any compliments when he saw her but he took her hand and even now they're on the plane with people, he was still holding her. It made her think that she looked bad."Your hand is sweating," Jared finally spoke. Yes, he has been busy with his damn iPad and hasn't spoken to her. "Is something wrong?" he added.Rossie shakes her head from side to side.
At the dining table, Rossie sure never expected that a long table really does exist at a typical family dinner of a few people. There were many vacant seats and they were gathered in a corner. Although everyone welcomed her warmly, her heart couldn't stop pounding.The way Veronica smiles at her is different and every time the woman does, she would squeeze Jared's hand. She didn't want to let go of him, not when she felt his sister's murderous gaze. She hasn't mistaken it, Veronica was really that lady and she called her little bud. What's with that nickname?"Is something wrong?" Jared whispered to her. He might've taken the hint that she wasn't very much comfortable as she was before meeting Veronica. "Yes. I have to tell you something later," she answers. "Am I sweating too much?""Not quite. Just the way you squeeze my hand is different. You don't do that mostly.""Is there no way to get away from this dinner?" "Sadly not."Rossie just wants to die right now. Well, at least she
After dinner, Jared found an excuse for them to head to his room, saying they had a long day and needed to rest. Although Catherine and the rest of the family wanted to talk more to Rossie, they had to let them both go.Jared's room was the size of a house! Rossie's jaw dropped at how big it was. It had its own living room with a 75-inch TV and she bet he doesn't use that thing. The design was simple, the walls were grey with a hint of white and black. Then on the other side was his huge bed with a grey comforter. Everything was almost grey. "Where's the closet?" she asked, her eyes still wandering around."There." Jared points to another door. "I'll put your suitcase there and you can use any cabinet you want. You can also put on my clothes if you're comfortable.""Eh? Why would I even want to use your clothes? I have my own!""I'm just saying," he muttered, heading towards the door he pointed. She had to follow him. "You can shower and go to bed after. You don't mind sharing the
Chapter 15.2It was around three in the morning when Rossie woke up. She looks at her surrounding, her eyelids halfway down. Where the hell? Ten more seconds and she finally realized where she was at; Jared’s mini living room. She sits up, yawning. Why didn’t he wake her up? Where is he anyway?On the bed, she sees her husband peacefully sleeping like an angel. Given the fact that he didn’t wake her up, and left her on the couch, she is convinced that he now has a flaw-- his over gentleman side is.While she stands on her side of the bed, with a pillow in her hand, she thinks it would be nice to disturb Jared. It even puzzles her why she’s upset that she didn’t see him with her waking up.“I can throw this pillow at him,” she hissed, glaring at the sleeping man on the bed. She appears to have plastered a murderous look on her face. It lasted for some seconds and she rolls her eyes. “I should just sleep,” she says.Rossie climbed into her side of the bed, sliding herself into the comfo
Rossie lied. When Jared recalls the subject she left on the dining table, she had to make an excuse to brush it off. She laughed and told him it was just that she was feeling a little homesick. At first, she thought it would be a failure but Jared bought it."I'm not sorry that I'm taking you away." He looks over his shoulder to Rossie, his eyes telling her how much he meant what he said. Then he shifted his gaze to his tablet, taking his coffee. He didn't even have any reaction. "Want some breakfast?""What are you having?" she asked. Since she usually just has coffee and bread in the morning, she doesn't know what kind of fancy breakfast his family eats."Apple. I like it," he answered. She could not help but messed her face up which Jared laughed at. There's no way she's just eating apples in the morning. "That's exactly why you should start thinking of what you want for breakfast, baby."While she was thinking about it, she can't help but notice how consistent Jared was at calling
Like the inside of a rose, his wife's lips were as soft. How Jared wants to taste them again but he knows that she was engaged and he wouldn't do something she would be guilty of. So instead of claiming Rossie's lips, he decided to flick her forehead. Instantly, her eyes open, and her brows draw together as she shoots him a dirty look. He could only laugh at her red face. "That's not funny, Jared!" she sneered, shifting her attention to the food at the center table. The way she called his name made a corner of his curve up. His chest somehow felt warm. He barely hears her call him by his name nor ever called him her husband. "I never knew a woman can be this dangerous," he stated, taking his waffle and getting a bite. He didn't get a remark from Rossie but the way she freezes for a second caught his eye. She is affected. "By the way," Rossie uttered, there was a hint of unsureness in her voice and Jared could tell the next line, "are you somehow connected to the company I work fo
In the garden, Veronica and Rossie were having tea. Although Rossie doesn't usually drink any tea unless it's milk tea, she needed to force herself. It turns out, the Corporals are very busy people that they leave the house early in the morning. The elders are mostly in their rooms. There are just certain times that they leave the house and or go outside but that's occasionally. So now, Rossie was stuck with Veronica who is elegantly sipping on her cup of tea. "Jared and I used to run around here all the time. Catherine would always tell us not to pluck the flowers, especially her roses." Veronica stops to chuckle gracefully. "Jared loves the roses so one time he picked one." "And then what happened? Did your mother scold him?" Rossie asked. "No. He was poked by the thorn and he bled," Veronica answers, remembering that moment Jared just looked at the blood. He even smiled and said, when you want beautiful things, you ought to get hurt. "Catherine was worried about his wound more
Jared just got out of the building he hates the most. He got into his car and sighed heavily. It always ends like this whenever it comes to this matter. There was no way he could tell anyone about it for now. His family can be overdramatic when it comes to how he is feeling. Plus he is the heir, there's no time to show weakness. From his pocket, he took out his phone and dialed Levius. As always the man picks up fast on the second ring. "Greetings, young master." No matter how much Jared tells Levius to stop calling him that, the man would always addresses him to show respect. Although Levius can be too formal, Jared does treat him as his best friend most of the time. At first, they didn't really get along. Levius was like a robot, someone more protective than his guards but then, later on, he realizes how Levius was so loyal to him. From then on, Levius would know first about everything that's happening in his life. "Hey! I apologize that I'm calling again for another favor,"