Chapter 63 Chapter 63
JUST WHY?!
I could only groan in annoyance when I heard that news. Why wouldn’t my husband come home tonight? After I spent hours preparing for him? Why didn’t he inform me right away? Why did he even say “see you later” when he apparently had no intention of coming home?
I tried to contain myself before answering Roan. I couldn’t even bring myself to open the door for her because I didn’t want her to see how dressed up I was, looking like I was desperately craving my husband.
But I just did this because I care! I just wanted to ease his exhaustion! Arghhhh! Fine, I also want to sleep with him. I miss him! I’m so bored here. I just want to go home and do laundry and scrub every corner of my own house.
“Miss Jade, are you still in there? Your dinner is waiting for you downstairs,” she added.
“O-okay, I’ll come down. I’ll follow. Just wait.”
I quickly wiped off my makeup. I grabbed a hair clamp and tied my hair up. I just put on a robe so I wouldn’t have to change clothes anymore. I was already too lazy.
“Why did your sir say he couldn’t come home?” I asked when I sat down.
“He’s currently in a meeting, Miss Jade, and it looks like it will only end around 9 p.m., so it would be better for him to rest in the city. He also has scheduled appointments tomorrow that require his presence,” Roan explained.
“I see. I guess he had no choice,” I said as I sliced the steak Roan prepared for me. I ate it without much appetite and chewed slowly. Though I should be grateful because not everyone gets to eat such expensive meat. But still, I would appreciate it more if Hendeix were with me. I can’t help but remember the time when we were on the airplane. We were both eating steak—well, not really him, because he wanted something else back then.
God, I miss him so much.
Is it wrong to miss him like this? He is my husband, after all.
“Ahhh… Roan, do you think Hendeix will be able to come home tomorrow night?”
“We’re still not sure, Miss Jade. Why? Do you need something from him?”
Obviously! He’s my husband, after all. I need his presence! Just thinking that he won’t be beside me tonight already makes me sad. The bed is so warm when he’s next to me. Now I’ll really feel the cold because I’ll be alone.
“Don’t worry, Miss Jade. You’ll get used to it. Mr. Lavarre really comes home rarely. Before you arrived, he would sleep just anywhere to get through the night. He really only focuses on work.”
“He’s a workaholic. He should change now—he has a wife,” I blurted out, which surprised even me. “I-I mean, I get it. I’m busy too. I have somewhere to go the day after tomorrow. I wanted to tell him personally because he’s not replying either. I can’t cancel it because it’s my job.”
“I can relay it to my brother,” she offered, but I refused.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate. I can tell my husband directly, so I’ll just wait for him. I hope he comes home tomorrow because I’m leaving early the day after tomorrow. And I definitely won’t be able to come home at night. He’ll miss me.”
“I guess it’s really hard to match the time of a businessman with the time of a doctor, Miss Jade,” she said with a crooked smile.
“But if he wanted to, he would, right?”
She didn’t answer and just stared at my pleading face. Something was stuck in my throat, hard to swallow. I felt like I was about to cry.
“I mean, if we wanted to, we’d find a way, right? Should I just go there?”
“That would be unnecessary, Miss Jade. I think it would be best for you to just stay here. He’ll come back soon. Don’t worry.”
I slowly nodded. I finished my food with my head down and went up to my room. I cleaned up again and brushed my teeth. Just as I was about to return to bed, I heard something downstairs. I peeked out the window and saw Roan getting into a car and leaving.
What is really happening? Is everything okay? Is there a problem? Is that why my husband can’t come home? I’m starting to get worried.
Why did Roan leave in a hurry without informing me? I mean, I think I at least have the right to know if I’ll be left here alone.
I went out and just made sure that every door was locked. Even the windows—I checked them one by one.
When I returned to my room, my stomach growled again, so I looked for something to eat. But I was also too lazy to cook.
I opened the fridge and frowned when I saw a familiar box.
“Wait, isn’t this the chocolate I received from them?” I said, referring to the married couple I met on the plane, one of whom I helped stabilize their condition.
“I completely forgot about this. Did Hendeix put this chocolate in the fridge? That’s probably why I’m only seeing it again now. This will do. At least it’ll take away my hunger a bit, and then I’ll just sleep. Tsk, my brushing earlier was a waste. How many times have I brushed my teeth today anyway?”
I opened the chocolate and didn’t even realize how many pieces I ate because of hunger. Is this stress eating?
I just closed the packaging again and walked around, trying to distract myself. Maybe this way, sleep would finally come to me.
I stopped walking when I noticed a room. The door was open, so I went inside. There’s probably nothing wrong with it since I’m the owner’s wife.
I entered and discovered it was an office. I looked around before closing my eyes and imagining Hendeix working in this place. I touched his swivel chair and the desk where his nameplate was. I didn’t mean to brush against a familiar envelope. Several pieces of paper fell from it—no… not paper, but pictures.
I picked them up one by one, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from welling up at what I saw.