Chapter 6

“What were you saying?” Damien questioned him while he tried to keep a straight face.

“I can't find my clothes anywhere,” she said, and he pointed to the closet.

“They are all in there," he said, still trying to process what was really going on.

Damien couldn’t understand what was really going on with him. Why would he be attracted to someone like Aella?

Aella, without noticing a thing, continued to search around for the perfect night dress to put on, and when Damien noticed all that was going on with him from below, he immediately stood up and ran out of the room, making Aella stare at the running Damien in confusion.

Damien ran straight to the sitting room and heaved heavily into what he had just encountered with his body.

“Wow!! That’s crazy; what could possibly be wrong with me that made me so attracted to her?” Damien questioned himself and, at the same time, tried to keep himself calm.

“I need to avoid her as much as I can. I know this marriage is a contract marriage, but why is my body not agreeing to it?” He whispered again to himself before coming up with a conclusion: if he should find her always irritating and doesn’t like her for any reason, then things won’t be so difficult for him. That was his final decision—to stay away from her.

Aella soon came out of the bedroom with a pillow and a blanket in her hands and stood in front of Damien.

“What?” Damien questioned.

“I want to use that place you are sleeping in,” She replied.

“But this isn’t the bedroom.” Damien asked again, even though he was more than aware of what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t ready to fall prey to any of her traps.

“Go back to the bedroom and sleep; I won’t allow you to call me a heartless person for making you sleep in the sitting room.” He simply said that while at the same time trying his very best to avoid Aella.

“I don’t want to sleep in the same bedroom with you; I am still processing how I would be able to do that because all my life I haven’t shared a bed with a stranger, and now I want to do that with you.” She said with so much disgust on her face that Damien couldn’t believe she was actually being so disgusted about him, a well-perfect man like him, and she felt that she couldn’t share a bed with him.

“Are you trying to say I might disgust you too much if we slept in the same bed?" He said with a loud scoff from him.

“Don’t get me wrong, and I am definitely not trying to make you seem uninviting, but I just need time to process everything.” Aella said, and Damien couldn’t really tell how he felt; he couldn’t tell if he was angry that she still needed time, and for the main time, he would have to watch her sleep in the sofa, or if he was pissed with himself for still pulling this issue with her and making him sound like the despirate one.

"Fine, if you want to sleep in the sitting room, then that’s clearly up to you and not me, so I won’t force you to join me in the bed... good night.” Damien said to her harshly before stomping out of her presence and back in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Aella was very happy with herself because she had finally summoned up the courage to go and meet Damien and plead with him to let her sleep in a different room. It would also be very easy for her to escape back to the bedroom whenever Damien's mother was around.

She was so happy as she lied on the couch; she had been thinking all through the shower about how to ask Damien to just let her be in a separate room.

Damien was also unable to sleep as all he kept thinking about was Aella sleeping in the sitting room on the couch, and that also made the king-size bed very uncomfortable for him.

“Ugh!! This wasn’t what I signed up for. I didn’t sign up to be a watchman or always be worried about a woman who means absolutely nothing to me.” He exclaimed at himself, mostly out of frustration. Damien has no choice but to step out of his comfort zone and go check on Aella.

He entered the sitting room, and she was already fast asleep, with the blanket not really covering any part of her body.

“Why did I even get worried and come to check up on her?” He asked himself before slowly walking up to her and giving her a three-six-degree stare before helping her balance the blanket on her body and also placing her well on the bed, so she wouldn’t fall or anything of that sort. After making sure she was perfectly fine, he smiled in satisfaction at how he was able to take good care of someone who wasn’t his mother or anything of that sort.

Now Damien could finally have a good night's rest with a broad smile on his face.

The next morning, Damien was woken up by the loud sound of cutlery going everywhere as he still tried to force himself to sleep and at least enjoy the holiday, which was in the form of a honeymoon, but he soon got so frustrated and stood up angrily.

“Ugh!!!!!” He yelled in confusion and frustration; he knew firsthand that it was Aella making those ruckuses.

Damien stood up immediately and was about to stomp out of the room, but decided to compose himself as he didn’t want Aella to see him angry yet, and after cooling himself, he came out with a smile.

“Why all the ruckus?” He said it with a fake expression, but he was immediately taken aback by all the decorations of different meals on the table, and immediately his mouth began to water for a taste of the food she had just served.

“I wanted to surprise you with an early morning breakfast, but I guess my noise ruined everything. I tried too hard to be quiet.” She said this to Damien with a broad smile.