Page sighed, “Just drop them upstairs,” she said, instructing the driver to move her and Rowan’s things into the new house. She glanced over to Rowan who was being unhelpful as he leaned on the edge of the car calling someone. She sighed. This morning was their wedding, She had just married this guy, yet he seemed so absent already. then again, she knew nothing about him.This entire marriage was set up by his grandfather who provided This house as well.Rowan finally ended his call., looking distinctly unhappy, “I can do this myself.” He said to the driver as he took one of his bags and dragged it inside.Page followed Roran inside, annoyed. "Fine, this is a marriage of convenience, and I know your grandfather forced you, but why do you have to act like this?."Rowan stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening. "I'm already annoyed enough as it is. I don’t know why my Grandfather feels like he has to control every inch of my life.If not for his threat to remove me from the company…
After some time, Page stood up, She made her way upstairs to unpack her things, admiring the neat hallway upstairs as she walked. “Mr cannon does have taste.’ She said to herself. If she was going to live in misery, at least she had such a nice house to do it inShe made her way to the master bedroom, It was time for her to unpack her things. She opened the door to meet all her things not in the room.The master bedroom was a sanctuary of elegance and comfort, tastefully decorated with an eye for luxury. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, highlighting the rich, dark wood furniture and the plush, king-sized bed draped in crisp, white linens. The bed, with its tufted headboard and an array of decorative pillows, beckoned invitingly. Yet the only thing on the bed was the clothes Rowan wore yesterday neatly folded.It was very obvious that this was meant to be a shared bedroom for a newlywed couple, so where was all her stuff.Rowan's belongings- His large suitcases
“Where have you been? I was worried sick,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.“I had some business to take care of,” he explained, avoiding her eyes as he spoke.Page took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I tried calling you. Your phone was on Do Not Disturb.”Rowan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I needed some time alone, Page.”Page went on, completely ignoring him again. “You should have called me to say you would be late.”“And why should I?” he asked so coldly.“Of course, you should,” she said, her voice softening. “Why even ask that?”He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for a moment, she saw something in his eyes—but it wasn’t there the next second, only annoyance. “Did I not make it clear enough yesterday? You and I have nothing to do with each other. So just stay out of my way.”Page stared at him, hurt written all over her face. Rowan stretched his neck and adjusted his tie, his head tilted just enough for him to spot the covered plate
Page exited the Greencoves headquarters building, She smiled, it was such a nice day. The weekly meeting for the Directors of Greencoves Conglomerate had just ended and it went rather smoothly with everyone unanimously supporting her proposal.Satisfied, Page was leaving the building for her appointment at her dance class- one of her hobbies. As she approached her car, the security man at the entrance wished her well.“Have a great day, Ms. Brooks!”“Thank you, John,” she replied warmly. “You too”Page slipped into her car, still smiling. As she reached for her wallet to give John a tip, her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic. She pulled out her wedding ring, its surface catching the sunlight. Memories rushed back—Rowan’s departure, the endless days of waiting, and the eventual realization that he wasn’t coming back.Page had stopped waiting for him after three months and had taken off her ring after seven. There was no point in wearing a useless symbol, she had told
On getting to the door of her room, Page slowed down and took in deep, haggard breaths before walking in. She sighed quietly then, began advancing towards her vanity. Setting down on it her phone and amethyst coloured purse which was gifted to her by her grandad a year ago on her birthday, she proceeded to slip off her cloths, piece after piece and willed her mind to waltz through her not so long encounter with Rowan.Withdrawing from her thoughts and shaking her head rather too fast, she shivered and goosebumps could be seen surfacing on her skin, making her wear an irked expression.“What was that?" She scoffed, asking no one in particular.“Why is he suddenly behaving as though he cares after making it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with me?" She continued as she folded her right hand, putting her left one over it and placing her chin in between her index and middle finger.The kissing of her teeth with her tongue sounded lightly across the room and one could tell tha
She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was but couldn't bring herself to do so for the sole reason of enjoying the feel of his muscular arms against her waist. It was clearly a feeling she enjoyed. She was still bent backwards as it was just her waist and small of her back he was holding up.'Why are his hands so muscular?’ she asked herself in her thoughts.It was only with great efforts that she was able to compel her eyelids to open. She definitely wasn't expecting who she saw because she gasped, scrambled backwards and somehow, fell on her bum with a thud, the very thing she wanted to prevent. She winced in pain when she touched her now aching bum then, moved to get on her feet. The sharp unpleasant pain she felt in her ankle made her rethink her action therefore, she settled for staying put.“Mrs Brooks!” John who had been holding her exclaimed.He leaned down to help her up but s
Chapter 9; His ex's escapade“Page dearest, what is this I hear about? Did you sustain an ankle injury?" Her sensitive natured granddad asked, concerned."It's nothing, truly. I am absolutely fine,” she assured in gentle tone.“Nonsense! How can a sprained ankle be nothing? Your husband told me you could barely walk without his assistance,” he objurgated in an offended manner.*Not to talk of the cut you sustained on your finger,” he sighed heavily. “You do not have to yell at me do you old man?” she teased and let out a light chuckle."Oh this is not a laughing matter young lady. Nothing about any of this is funny,” he breathed.“I know, I know, I should have been more conscientious. I am sorry I got you worried,” she pouted.“Overly worried dear. Wear comfortable shoes for the time being. No stilettos okay?” He ordered sternly."I swear I won't go against you this time,“ she promised and her giggles transformed to feats of laughter. “You had better not," he laughed."Take some day
“Oh hi,” she dragged with a smile on.“So, we meet again pretty lady,” he repeated, maintaining eye contact with her.She could not help the soft chuckle that escaped her mouth. Her eyelids shut and her left hand was raised to her mouth in a failed attempt to obfuscate her reddened cheek. Indeed, she felt flattered. “Please, you do not have to flatter me,” she grinned.“Indeed, we meet again. It's nice to see you Mr. Will," she said and shook his opened hand.“Likewise. Please drop the honorifics, it's not necessary,” he informed and threw a popcorn into his mouth. “Alright then, Will,” she said shyly.Feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, she squirmed in her seat and stared anywhere else but his face.“Fate undoubtedly brought us together," he remarked firmly.“What do mean?" She asked, suddenly interested in the comment he made. “The last time we met, you declined giving me your number and settled for telling me just your name," he began, turning in his seat to be able t