Chapter 6 - No Need to Explain

'Beep, beep," the medical instrument connected to Kirsten’s body, continuously sounded, greeted Kirsten as she woke from coma. 

"She's awake, Dr. Townsend," Kirsten heard a woman speak, her voice tinged with excitement. 

"Water," Kirsten was surprised how hoarse her voice sounded to her ears. 

The nurse quickly took water and put a straw in the cup of water, holding it before Kirsten's mouth. 

Feeling so thirsty, Kirsten completely emptied the cup. 

"You have been in a coma for three days," the doctor informed her sensing that she had no idea why she was in the hospital. 

Memories came flooding in, she remembered she was enticed by the sea and the voice…

Whose voice was it? Who saved her? 

"Who took me here?" Before she could stop herself from asking, the words already came out of her mouth.

"Mr. Roosevelt, brought you here. He was here a while ago and left for a business meeting," the nurse answered her question. 

The doctor did several tests on her before she was finally released to go home. 

After some time, someone came into her hospital private suite. 

Kirsten's eyes dilated in surprise, seeing the same scrawny man who was the stand in groom during the wedding. 

"Mrs. Roosevelt, I'm Steven, Mr. Roosevelt's assistant," Steven politely said and had his head lowered. 

"Did he ask you to pick me?" Kirsten sounded dispirited, she was slightly unhappy that her husband hadn't given time to pick her from the hospital. 

"Mr. Roosevelt has a lot of things to deal with," Steven could not look her in the eyes.  

"No need for you to explain. I know he's a busy man and has no time to deal with small matters," Kirsten sounded a bit hurt. The smile etched on her face was somewhat bitter.  

She should not expect him to treat her special. She's just nothing but a plaything to him. 

Kirsten took the dress that was brought by Steven and went to the bathroom and changed. 

She walked behind Steven and patients looked at the beautiful woman dressed in an elegant and expensive dress matched with pricey shoes following a scrawny gentleman in a suit. 

Kirsten knew what was going on in their minds and slowed down to make the distance between him and Steven widen so that no one would mistake him for her husband. 

Being the boss’s wife, Steven’s respect towards his boss was naturally extended to Kirsten. He opened the rear passenger seat door and Kirsten hopped into the car. 

The ambience inside the car was exceptionally peaceful, possibly because Matthew wasn’t in the same space as her. She wondered what the man called her husband was doing at the moment. 

The car was parked in a luxurious apartment building after an hour-long drive. 

Steven rounded the car and opened the rear passenger door. After Kirsten stepped out of the car, Steven took the lead to the building. 

He stood before a private elevator and pressed the button. The elevator opened, following the ding sound. 

The opulence of the penthouse didn't stir a slightest excitement in her. In Kirsten’s view, it was just a luxurious cage for her. 

A middle aged woman who just came out of the kitchen seemed to be waiting for her as her eyes lit up upon seeing Kirsten. 

"Welcome home, madam. I am Gemma, your helper," the woman warmly said, giving her a bright and sincere smile.

Kirsten, who had always been a warm person, instantly warmed up with the way the lady welcomed her. Making her feel at home. 

"Thank you," she smiled brightly. It's her first bright smile after she had been married to Matthew. 

She was consoled that at least she had someone to warm her heart. 

A bed warmer like her needed a person like this lady, who would remind her that she had her family waiting for her to come back to them intact. 

Whole? She's no longer intact. She will go back to them as a broken person. 

The thought made her heart crack, nevertheless, she didn't want to have a pity party again. She reminded herself to keep her composure. 

"I have to go, Mrs. Roosevelt. If you need anything, please feel free to call me," Steven handed the card reluctantly. 

He just felt it wasn't right that his boss had him take care of his wife like a nanny. He was trained as an executive assistant and not a nanny. 

It's just that he had been working for his boss for so long and that even when others said he was ruthless, Matthew had been a good boss. So he couldn't say no or complain to him. 

Kirsten looked at the card. Her eyes dull and her lips curled up in a bitter smile, with a slight quivering lips, she said, " I will." 

Gemma prepared many dishes as a welcome dinner. But the food on the table was barely touched as the master of the house was absent during the dinner, leaving Kirsten to dine alone. 

She asked Gemma to join her but Gemma declined thinking that anytime, Matthew would come home anytime. 

In the middle of the night, while Kirsten was fast asleep, she was startled when she heard the bathroom door closed with a bang. 

Still in daze, she was trying to make out where she was and let out a sigh when she remembered she was in her husband's penthouse. 

Knowing how strict the security in the building was, Kirsten was sure that the one who entered the bathroom was her husband. 

She went back to sleep but was woken up again when she was abruptly pulled into someone's embrace. 

She felt a warm breath landing on her ear. Kirsten tried to free herself from the man's arms, only for him to tighten his hold until Kirsten couldn't move and it was almost hard to breathe. 

"Trying to leave me before our contract is over?" Matthew bit her earlobe after he spoke. "Bear this in your mind. If you leave before the contract is over, I will come for your family." 

Kirsten gulped as she knew the man wasn't saying an empty threat. She had no idea about Matthew's identity but she had a feeling that he would do as he threatened. 

Moreover, her family will not only experience Matthew's wrath but Mr. Rossi's wrath as well. 

"Understood?" He tightened his hand around her waist, making her wince in pain. 

"Ouch!" Kirsten hissed in pain, Matthew withdrew his hand from her waist but held her shoulder turning her around to see her face. 

"Answer me!" He spoke coldly, Kirsten's body trembled in fright. 

"Y - yes," Kirsten said, tears started to roll down as she couldn't contain them within her rims.