All Chapters of Married to My Brother’s Best friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“So what’s the plan for today?” Clark asks, drying his hair as he simultaneously goes through the emails on his phone. “Give me a minute” I reply, scrolling through my phone to acquire the plan for today.“Okay, so in thirty minutes we are supposed to join the family at the poolside. Today is supposed to be a lazy day, so we’ll be spending the entire day at the pool”“At 8am we’ll be having our breakfast, 2pm for lunch and 6pm for dinner and of course Lai has planned some things to do to keep us busy” I add, setting my phone down as I return my attention to Clark who’s still juggling drying his hair and reading emails.“Hmmn, okay” he replies absentmindedly. Shaking my head I get off the bed to approach him, “let me help you with that” I say, taking the towel from his hands. “Are you sure?” He asks, turning to face me, making it the first time he’s bothered to make eye contact today. I nod, “the faster we both get done with your hair and the emails, the sooner we can join the others

The ride back home in the wee hours of the morning was rather quiet. We said our goodbyes to my parents and immediately retired to the car as we set back home.The tension and awkwardness in the atmosphere could be felt, so much that the driver kept looking at us through the mirror. Clark remained seated on the extreme right side of the car and I made myself very comfortable on the extreme left side as I faced the windows not having the confidence to face him.Pity we were just planning to go on a vacation, I guess that has no chance of happening and for the right reasons too, at least according to Clark.The driver parks at the entrance and immediately scurries off to park the car in the garage. Without waiting for Clark to assist in opening the door, I let myself out of the car, heading straight to my room.Either way the room is either going to be mine or Clark’s, and I guess in due time we will find out. “Are you okay?” Clark asks, unaware of the discomfort he’s caused by suddenly

“Good morning ma’am” one of the maids says at the sight of me as she attempts to assist with my bag. “Good morning. Thank you for your assistance but I can manage” I reply, walking past her as I make my way to my room.Dropping my bag on the table, I move towards the closet to choose my outfit for the day. After a few minutes of deliberation I finally decide on a designer pink blouse paired with plain black trousers which I carefully place on the bed.A knock on the door pulls my attention away from my outfits and to the door as I walk towards it. “Who’s that?” I ask, waiting tentatively at the door. “It’s me” Clark replies, flatly.“Oh, come in” I say, pulling the door open revealing Clark who’s fully dressed for work. “Is anything the matter?” I ask, standing by the door as he remains rooted to the entrance.He shakes his head, “everything is fine” he replies, walking past me and settling on the sofa. “Okay, so why did you come to see me?” I ask, shutting the door behind me before s

My eyes shift to the door as the sound of knocking pulls my attention. “Who’s that?” I ask, sitting down while ensuring that I’m appropriately covered. “It’s me” Clark answers with a gruff voice.“Oh please come in” I say, my eyes fixed on the door pathway as he makes his entrance. “Good evening Clark, how was your day?” I ask with a smile. I’ve come to peace with the fact that there’s no hope for love in this marriage and like it’s popularly said, the truth will set you free and appears to be my case.“It was okay” he replies, with a tired voice as he leans against the sofa. “Are you fine?” I ask, my eyes narrowing as I watch him. He nods, “I am fine, I’m just a little tired. Nothing good sleep can’t help” he replies, mustering a smile.“Alright, so why have you come to see me?” I ask, cutting to the chase. In the past few weeks Clark and I have made little effort to seek out each other. We don’t have breakfast in the dining room anymore but in our rooms, meaning that we rarely see

“Come in” Clark responds. I push the door knob down, letting myself into his room. My eyes gravitate towards the room as I take into cognisance my environment, “nice interior” I comment, settling on the edge of the bed due to the absence of a sofa.“Thanks” he says, shutting his laptop and focusing his full attention on me, “do you need something he asks?”. I nod, slowly moving my head, “not exactly but I do have a request to make” I respond awkwardly.“Okay, what is it?”, I smile, feeling a little awkward to be making a request of him when we haven’t even spoken to each other in weeks. “Lara!” He says, pulling me from my thoughts.“Apologies” I smile, “I actually came to ask if you’ll be available this Wednesday” I say, before pausing as I study his facial reactions. “Why?” He asks, his face stoic.“My company is having a celebration event to celebrate our biggest contract yet with DV writing agency and I’m sure you know how these events can be. I’m sort of required to show up with m