All Chapters of A SILENT BRIDE FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The feature on nice beaches running on some travel show took my attention with the nicest around town as my attention took to, the scan in its each beauties on, transparent waters, sand a powdery white color, with pictures of palm trees that turned long in my aches to have them for myself and right there and right here with Adrian.I was daydreaming about our next beach outing, the one that is usually scheduled to happen. I'd imagined us strolling along the water, feeling the sun against our skin, the wind cooling and light through our hair. I could visualize them, laughing and frolicking in the waves, sitting together and watching the sun set. It all just about got too much for me.Just as I was getting completely lost in that virtual tour, a car horn cut through the air; Adrian would be back. My heart leapt with a big bright smile across my face, for I was so full of excitement and affection. I just couldn't wait to see him, greet him with a kiss on the forehead, and excitedly liste

I sat down and, with the first mouthful of food, just savored it, really enjoyed the flavors and textures. The jollof rice had just the proper amount of pepper, and chicken was tender yet juicy; crisp and sweet were the plantains. It all tasted so divine, and for that, I was grateful-I had Helen and her care again.As I ate, my mind wandered to my good fortune at having Helen in my life. She was a great deal more than a housekeeper; she was quite literally one of a kind, the best friend, confidante, and source of reassurance. Appreciative of her existence in my life, I so well knew that no matter what was in store, I would forever have her to fall back upon.I felt this tingling, as she finally turned her back and left the room; any moment, he would be out of the bathroom, and we could sit down together to eat. Adrian and I liked eating together; over the plate of food, we shared some peculiar bond. He would feed me, or vice-versa, our eyes, brimming with love, locked into each other'

As I stood before him, my eyes searching for answers, I could not help but feel a deep sense of hurt and confusion. "Why should I sleep in the guest room, Adrian?" I asked him, trying to raise my voice with an amalgamation of emotions, marshaling up the courage to confront him.I walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders with a gentle touch, hoping that this would strike a chord and bring about a sense of closeness.Instead, what met me was a cold tone that cut across, slicing into the air: "Jenny, just leave me alone, just go," Adrian suddenly yelled in an almost deafening voice. His voice sent shock through my open eyes as if to question or ask what all was happening at this very important moment.I stepped back, my hands dropping to my sides as if stinging just had started radiating from my heart.I stepped backward, my hands falling to my sides as a stinging sensation began to emanate from my heart."Adrian, I've stayed with you in our matrimonial bed," I said, trying to

I waited for a moment, my ears straining to catch any sound from within the room, but a deadly silence was oppressive, a living force that seemed to push me away.Immediately, the voice of Adrian reached my dining room with low, profound overtones as if speaking with somebody. Probably having his meal, I told myself while taking steps toward him in the dining room, managing to push out this awful feeling stuck in my soul.As I walked, my mind replayed the scenes of the night before: the fight, the harsh words exchanged, and the subsequent silence that had followed. I couldn't help but have this sense of regret and sorrow, knowing too well that this would probably ever be the case again.By the time I reached the dining room, Adrian was already sitting at the table talking about something with Helen, who stood beside him, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him in mingled distaste and frustration. I walked closer; my footsteps quietened on the cool floor as I approached the tab

I looked at her as the wave of skepticism hit me. "I mean, you can dress sexy, and all shall be well," Helen added, so sure of herself. An eyebrow rose with the skepticism that criss crossed my mind. That was all that easy?Helen nodded seriously."Yes, ma'am, it is worth trying," she said."You've got nothing to lose and all to gain." I sat reflectively on her words, and hope began a nascent rising inside of me. Maybe, just maybe Helen was right, maybe dressing up and taking lunch into my husband's office would just be what saves our marriage.I looked at Helen and felt so grateful to her for bringing the ray of hope to me. "But what if he refuses?", I almost whispered. The lines on Helen's face softened as her hand reached out and patted my arm."He will never turn you away, madam," she explained. "You are his wife, he loves you; these are the ill days and that is what matters." In gentle waves of words, my nodding signaled an acceptance brought forth by comfort at Helen's assuranc