11. Bossing Around

"I didn't say anything like that ma'am." Wow, she was quite brave to lie at my face.

"Why would you say that, Alyssa." And I think my husband wished to die, cause I wanted to kill him.

How he couldn't believe me? On top of that, he was taking Catherine's side.

"Y'know what? I was a fool caring about your health! You are fine, live with your nanny forever. I will just go." Out of nowhere, anger was taking over me as I slammed the door shut behind me.

*****"

Plopping on the bed I stared at the ceiling as a sigh escaped my mouth, so much have changed. I have changed, but one thing that remained the same was the wish of having my father beside me. He was the only one who understood me well, from childhood I have shared everything with him but now.....

A tear escaped my eyes and then one after another tear fell. Why did reality have to hurt so much?

A knock on my door made me dry my face- that was now wet- and cough a little so my voice wouldn't quiver.

"Who is it?"

"Open the door.....please." It was Andrew but why was he here? Wasn't he sick and was feeling dizzy too?

"Go to your room and rest, I'm sleeping too." I tried to sound normal.

"Come on your sick hubby is here to talk to you, can't send him like this. It ain't good." Was he having a mental problem too? or mood swings? Because just ten minutes ago he was serious and was taking Catherine's side.

"Just go already, I'm not opening the door." Because I didn't want anyone to see my eyes which were puffy already.

"Okay then, I'm standing here until you unlock the door and speak to me." He was so annoying.

Trying my best to look normal, I went to speak with the demanding man standing outside.

"What-" He came inside and closed the door leaving the old lady out. After locking it he went to bed and laid there as if he owned it.

'That's because he does own it.' Rolling my eyes at my thoughts I sat on the sofa that was on the right side.

"I don't know what's going on or who's right but don't be so angry." He said in low voice still looking at the ceiling.

"You should go back and sleep," I told him. He propped himself up on his right elbow and then asked me to come near him.

Rolling my eyes because he was still bossy, I shuffled my way towards him.

"I'm gonna sleep here with you beside me." With that, he pulled me into the comforter. Like what? He didn't even ask me, simply just did it by himself. I let him do it only today because he wasn't feeling good.

He was burning hot, and there were chances that I could get sick too but oddly I didn't care.

****

He was shaking badly while sweating even when the AC was on. Trying to move away from him, I finally got myself freed from his hold only to be pulled back again by him.

That powerful, giant man!

After a lot of struggle, I finally reached the kitchen where I saw a figure. A young maid who was drinking water, I asked her about the ice pack.

****

I looked at the clock which displayed that it was 7 o'clock. I have never woken up this early except sometimes because of the nightmares and no it was like my routine to wake this early because I have to go to the office.

My back was sore because of sitting on the chair the whole night, I tried some stretching exercises before walking down for the breakfast. Putting some food on a tray by myself I took it to my room.

Andrew wasn't there, furrowing my brows I went to his room to see him all prepared for going somewhere.

"Where d'you think you're are going, mister."

"Office." He said in a duh tone like it was the most obvious thing.

"Well, your all meetings are canceled and will be rescheduled. I have told Emma that you won't be coming and I will be a little late so you better change into comfy clothes because you ain't going anywhere." I told him everything in one go.

"What?"

"Remove your coat." He gave me a look but did as I said.

Taking a t-shirt and trousers from his closet I handed them to him.

"Go, change."

Ping.

Ping.

His phone kept lighting up indicating that he was getting messages. An irritated expression took over my face as I looked at his phone.

Before I could see who was messaging, a caller name 'the devil' popped up. Who was this person? Why was he calling Andrew right now, this early?

Without thinking I answered it.

"Hello," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, it's you. Where is my son? Why isn't he coming?" It was Michael who was saved as the devil in my husband's phone.

"Seems like you don't know, he has been sick because he overworked himself and today he was again ready to go to the office. But I have stopped him. You said to me to take care of him and I'm gonna do it." I replied to him.

"You should take a day off too."

"Why?" I scrunched my face in confusion.

"I wanna talk about something important to both of you. Have a good day ahead...my dear daughter." I didn't know what to say, it felt odd to be addressed like this.

"What are you doing." I fastly kept the male's phone down and turned toward him.

"Nothing, come and have breakfast." It felt good to boss him around and strange thing was that he was listening to me obediently.

But a question made its place in my mind after the call, 'What does his father want to discuss?'