Half an hour later, Calla walked out of the house with Mercer, carrying a simple bag. The second they stepped outside, Calla complained, "Hey, why didn't you ask me whether I was willing before you dragged me out of the house?" Mercer glanced at Calla's angry expression. He continued striding forward as he remarked, "You're my wife. Of course you should live with me." Observing his undeniable dominance and the lack of bargaining power she had, Calla decided to just follow him. Still, she couldn't help but warn, "I'm telling you in advance. I have many bad habits. Perhaps in time, you won't be able to stand me." Mercer was unfazed. "When I was studying, countless people ground their teeth, burped, and farted all day. I eventually got used to it. I don't think you'll be more unbearable than those boys, will you?" He suddenly turned to look at her. Calla hadn't expected him to turn around so suddenly. She didn't have time to react and stop in her tracks. Thus, she collided wit
Mercer suddenly said, "Since we're going to put on a show, we might as well go all out. Plus, you're a grown woman. You shouldn't worry your mom anymore." Calla couldn't help the bitter smile that appeared on her face. Although she was mocking herself internally, she maintained her composure and said to Mercer, "Thank you for being so considerate." In truth, all of the care and concern he exhibited were merely an act. Calla chastised herself for being so moved because of him. How could she have been so presumptuous and planned a life with him? "You're welcome. We're legally husband and wife now, so we should compromise with each other." Mercer spoke as though he was talking about one of his business projects. Calla raised her chin to make herself appear more confident. She responded, "You're right." They had already walked to the car where Simon had taken the luggage from Mercer. The two of them got into the car, and they drove off within seconds. As the car sped through t
After going upstairs with her luggage, Calla realized that there were two bedrooms on the upper floor. The first one was huge, with an en-suite bathroom and walk-in wardrobe. Without a doubt, it was the master bedroom. The other room was a little smaller. That said, it was kept clean and tidy. Calla was conflicted. When Mercer left, he hadn't told her which room she was supposed to live in. After a moment of thought, she walked into the smaller bedroom with her luggage. After all, she was pregnant. Not only was she easily awakened at night, but she would often throw up without warning. It would definitely affect his sleep. Plus, she couldn't fulfill his nightly needs anyway. There was no need for them to sleep in the same bed. After wandering about the residence for a few hours, Calla realized that it was fully equipped, though she didn't like the choice of interior and furniture. The bathroom was stocked with products she might need, and the fridge was filled to the brim w
Mercer looked up and protested, "It's not like they're dirty or anything." Calla glared at him fiercely and insisted, "Even so, this is a bad habit. You need to make a change!" Mercer furrowed his brows and asked, "Why should I listen to you? You dare talk to me like that?"Calla grabbed Mercer's plate. "That's because I'm the one who made dinner. If you don't want to, don't eat!" Mercer looked up and stared straight at Calla. In truth, Calla was quaking in her boots. However, she'd already grabbed the plate from him. She couldn't bow to his will at this point. Thus, she glared at him while steeling herself inwardly. It would've been too embarrassing otherwise! In the next moment, Mercer stood up quietly. Calla's heart skipped a beat as she took a hasty step backward. He was tall and well-toned. Suffice to say, she wasn't his equal when it came to combat skills—or physical build for that matter. Mercer flatly stated, "I'm a good man who won't argue with a woman. I'll go
Calla mumbled under her breath, "Don't injure your hand. You just can't do anything right." Then, she walked upstairs with a hand on her hip. Calla couldn't even begin to describe how pleased she felt while lying in bed. Even Mercer had moments that she could openly criticize him for. Just thinking about it resolved any anger she had felt.That said, he had fickle emotions and was rather arrogant—but was still a good person. She hadn't expected him to wash the dishes for her and allow her to scold him like that. This was the normal life of a married couple. Calla felt like she'd assimilated into the role of a wife.Before long, the door to her bedroom was pushed open.Calla looked up to see Mercer standing over her, his icy expression chilling her to the core."What does this mean?" He glared at Calla coldly. Calla was interrogated for a reason she could not comprehend. She asked, "What does what mean?" Mercer continued questioning, "Are we not husband and wife?" Calla
Mercer glanced at Calla coldly and said, "There's no need. I'm in a rush." When she saw that he was about to leave, nervousness took over her. She stepped forward to block him. "Even if you're in a rush, you need to eat. I've already prepared it." Mercer had just started, "I—" But Calla yanked Mercer's hand and pulled him toward the table. She took his briefcase from him and said, "Eat quickly. It won't take more than a few minutes of your time." He scanned the dishes on the table, including the breakfast burrito and smoothie bowl. Mercer pursed his lips. He couldn't withstand the hunger he was feeling, so he sat down and began eating breakfast. He couldn't complain. It didn't taste half bad. Rather than hurrying off, he sat at the dining table and had a large meal. Calla sat opposite him with her cheek propped on her hand. Mercer looked extremely elegant even when eating. He sat up straight and stared forward unblinkingly. He chewed quietly and said nothing like a dignif
First, she changed the curtains to a lively green and overlaid it with chiffon drapes. It instantly looked dreamy and romantic. Then, she switched out the drab cushions on the couch for beige-colored ones. She also changed all the vases, porcelain, and even the living room carpet into those of refreshing colors. All the duvets were replaced with ones that had various flower prints. She also arranged blooming flowers into vases to bring life into the residence. It no longer seemed as dull as it used to be. One day, Calla's phone suddenly rang while she was monitoring the worker who helped her hang the drapes. "Hello?" Alicia's boisterous voice could be heard over the phone. "Calla, this is unbecoming of you. You haven't called me once since you married into a prestigious family. Are you scared that I'll try to borrow money from you?" When she heard that, Calla laughed and walked out to the balcony. "Don't you know how little I matter to him as a wife? He just gave me a card
For three consecutive days, Calla heard no news from Mercer. She couldn't help but miss him. At the end of the third day, she couldn't hold herself back and sent him a text. She was worried that a call would affect his work and rest. However, half a day had passed without any response. Calla guessed that he was too busy, or perhaps he didn't have time to check his texts. Thankfully, Calla had been too busy to overthink it. She kept heading out to buy things and frequently had products delivered to the residence. While fluttering around, she'd tossed Mercer to the back of her mind. However, the nights seemed to stretch on forever. She would toss and turn in bed thinking of him. Yet, she wouldn't admit it—even to herself. She only thought that sleep evaded her as a result of her pregnancy symptoms. That was also why he kept popping up in her dreams. …The next morning, the bell rang and Calla rushed over to open it. Once she opened the door, she saw two workers carrying a