Immediately they arrived at Melda’s house, Rhiannon found her husband, Octavius in her room and told him that she wanted to go back home.
Hearing that, Octavius was shocked and couldn’t believe it.
“What did you just say? That we go back home?” he asked in disbelief while Rhiannon nodded her head without understanding why the latter was shocked when she said that.
Just as she was about to ask him, he asked once more, “Are you talking about my place?”
The question made Rhiannon mad as she couldn’t understand what Octavius was trying to do.
“Yes, or which other place do you think we can go and live?” she asked angrily but Octavius was in a good mood after hearing her answer.
“Hahaha. Yes, we will go but let me ask you the last question, hope you won’t get mad at me for them or tired of them,” Octavius said while Rhiannon raised her eyebrows as she wondered what had gotten to her cold and aloof husband.
“What is it? Just ask quickly as I miss nanny’s cooking and want to get enough rest,” Rhiannon said as he tried her best not to be angry and also, not walk out as it would be disrespectful.
Rhiannon was still sleepy. Although she could just rest there, she understood that if she slept, no one would wake her up in fear or disturb her sleep and allow her to sleep more thus she felt it was better at home where her nanny would do what she wanted with her as she was the person who raised her and technically, was like a mother to her.
Octavius remained unfaded by her words and didn’t wipe off the smile on his face as he had to agree that nanny Mary’s dishes were so tasty and had a rich aroma. Her cooking was on par with his grandparents and Uncle Marcus.
“You said we should go back home. Do you know the meaning of home?” Octavius asked stunning Rhiannon who stared at him for a while before her face turned red.
She understood why Octavius was behaving like that as her words made him believe that she had accepted their marriage and made his place, house, our home. Not just an empty house but a house with a family.
Octavius who had been staring at her chuckled when he saw her face red and her blushing but the laugh made Rhiannon angry. She stopped being shy and glared at Octavius who couldn’t understand why the woman was glaring at her.
“Who are you laughing at? Also, what’s wrong with me saying home? Didn’t that house become my home when I got married to you?” she asked taking the man by surprise.
Seeing him dumbfounded, Rhiannon smiled and was in a happy moss as she felt she couldn’t be the only one shocked.
“I will go take the necessary things,” Rhiannon said before turning around.
She went to the room where she had slept and started packing her belongings and the documents that her aunt Melda had given to her.
Yesterday, after finishing going through her mother’s secret books, she returned them to the suitcase and locked it. Not that she couldn’t leave them at the table or that she didn’t trust her aunt’s family, but she thought it was risky if someone found what they contained.
Rhiannon felt that the books were worth a hundred billion with the knowledge they carried. Also, she was afraid that if her aunt’s family saw the perfumery book, they would use the descriptions and recipes to make a lot of those perfumes and she didn’t want that. Any perfume in that book would cause a sensation thus if they launched a lot of such perfumes, it would even attract unnecessary attention which she didn’t want.
Her aunt and her mother’s parents were obsessed with ruling the business world thus Rhiannon was sure that if they saw the books, they would do a lot of things recklessly and she didn’t know whether her mother’s enemies were aware of the strength she carried.
As she was packing her belongings, her eyes fell on the necklace that her mother had told her that it was their family's heirloom.
Rhianon stared at the box and opened it. Her fingers run on the necklaces as a sense of familiarity hit her.
She always wondered why her mother told her it was their family heirloom when her ‘father’ didn’t know about it. Now, she understood everything.
She took the necklace, the family heirloom but not the Sanders family heirloom, and stared at it for a while.
“Who are you Dad?” she asked as she didn’t need anyone to tell her what her mother meant after discovering she wasn't Mr Clark's biological daughter.
She didn’t know whether her father was dead or alive since her mother never mentioned anything and also, wondered whether the man had left the necklace to mom when he was in a death bed.
She caressed it and then placed it back in the box as she didn’t see the need to wear it.
She felt that it was unnecessary as that man had never seen her when she was a child and when growing up.
She was so sure of that as when she was born, her mother had already married Mr Clark. What other reason could her mother marry another man who was just after her money just to give her child a home?
Thinking of all these, she hated her so-called father and wished that they never met. But at the same time felt that if he ever showed up in front of her and claimed he had been looking for her mother, she would give him a chance as he was the only direct family she had.
She sighed as she felt there was no need to have expectations only to hurt afterward.
She hurriedly finished packing and started dragging the suitcase with a traveling bag on top of it out of the room.
Just as she opened the door, she found Octavius there with his hand raised as if he wanted to knock.
“I was just about to ask you whether you have changed your mind,” he said with a chuckle while Rhiannon rolled her eyes.
“As my husband, don’t you think you should carry this?” she asked with a smirk as she wanted to make the man tired as a little punishment since she understood that going back to their place meant that she would have to forget of their disagreement.
How could her nanny allow her to stay silent and mad at her husband? The guy had already gotten close to her making Mary be on his side even when Rhiannon had not made a mistake.
Sometimes, she wondered whose nanny Mary was due to the favoritism she had shown Octavius.
Thinking of that, Rhiannon pouted as she wondered whether she had made the wrong mistake by going back and that they should have stayed at her aunt’s place a little longer.
Nonetheless, something inside her that if they continued, Melda would eventually start siding with the man leaving her on her own.
Octavius saw her smirk and stared at her before walking towards her and taking the suitcase which seemed heavy to her.
He had initially thought that she was just pretending and that the suitcase wasn’t heavy but when he tried raising it, a bead of sweat started forming on his forehead causing Rhiannon to find it amusing.
“If You can’t carry it then just drag it,” she said with a shrug as she took the traveling bag for her to carry.
Octavius had wanted to stop her from doing it but when he thought of how heavy the suitcase itself was, he stopped as he felt he needed help.
Returning the suitcase back to her wasn’t an opposition as he was her husband and should perform like a good husband and also, he understood that she was doing it on purpose upon recalling the smirk on her face.
“By the way, we will have to go to the capital in a month.”