Chapter 11 Everything about him 2
Swallowing hard, I muster up the courage to and followed the maid outside just to fill my curiousity. She was leading me to the courtyard, I sense a bit of tension on her face.
She was fidgety about something or someone. Her feet were fast and I desired to read meaning to this emotions displayed through her expression but I got it all wrong. The door was opened.
I was shocked by what beheld me. My face was greeted by something beavering.
Abouquet of roses pulled up in front of me. That was weird. At first, I didn't want to get all whirl up as I didn't know who the sender was. It was followed by gifts piled up. Who'd act in such manner if not Ivan that wants me back.
However, he was senseless to think of such heartfelt ideas and beautiful scenery. It was as though I was standing in a field of blooming flowers.
My eyes met the delivery man who stood at a corner and he walked to me, exchanged salutation with me and requested my signature on a template.
I refute at first, intrigued to learn of the sender.
The delivery man handed a tag to me and that along gave me hint on who it was. My cheeks flushed red. It was ravyen. Oh how frighten he made me feel at first thinking that it was evander wanting to pull strings at me.
Without hesitation, I signed the template, amazed by what he pulled.
His bad words of being romantic. The tag read;
"Something to keep you in and comfort you when you're sad, always know I'd be around watching ya"
I chuckled as I quickly sensed the maids around were watching, clearing my throat, I folded my lips, certainly amazed and affected by the antidote of assurance.
This man had filled this whole courtyard with bouquets of flowers and there was no route out. I wanted to call him, to listen to his voice, to hear what he had to say.
The two maids who accompanied me outside helped carried the gifts inside. I'd want to see how good he was with women dresses and if his best color black was among the clothing.
Excitedly, I hopped like a child along with the welcoming maid. I presume they also wanted to take a peek for themselves what their boss got for me.
Unfortunately, I wouldn't be letting them do that. It's private. Immediately they delivered the goods and gifts, I dismissed them in a courteous way and they vanished.
Days turn into weeks and I couldn't get enough of him. The unconditional love and soft life I dreamt of came true under his affectionate care. I wasn't exaggerating. It got an extent that I forgot we were working on my mother's case. That was tale for another.
It surge experience of the past, of who I was. With him, I felt a kind of inner peace and my misandry gave space to hope. Every morning before he leaves, he drops notes, serves me breakfast on bed, ask how I fare, go to the gym with me.
It was now part of a routine and I was getting used to it. Except the fact that he barely smiles, always on call and his eyes never gives the clock or wristwatch a break.
It was bizzare that I was still in the process of knowing everything about him and he knew much about me. He was like a shadow following me.
When I clumsily break things, his only concern was if I was hurt. It made me wonder if he did it on purpose to make me fall in love because I was falling hard.
His sturdy physique leaves me daydream of having all my weight in his arms. When he'd return after a long day at work. He visits the study room before finding his way to me. I didn't find any wrong in me.
When were having dinner together, he cracks dry jokes but I force myself to laugh at how cute he was to make want to talk. I wish a moment like this would never end. Sometimes, when I had nightmares, I run to his room for shield.
He'd curb me in his arms, like a child, I feel his heartbeat, his worried eyes, his enchanting voice. With him, all my worries wears off. Sometimes, when I was exhausted, I collapse into his arms.
He was there to help me through my depression and forget that I ever had pains to bear. He was more than a knight to me and I didn't want anything else.
Though a relationship on paper, I was fighting hard to control the emotions that follows. It left me asking some probing questions. Does he feel the way I do? If it were someone else in my place, would he have been this nice?
The maid honoured me according to his orders, he was strict on them but mild on me. Although, I reasoned with him to be more friendly to them as it would only trigger hatred but he looks like one who'd shun an advice.
He made me bold and challenge him, yet my freedom was undermine. I wasn't some housewife, I'd also want to explore this walls of mine.
However, recently, I haven't been seeing him, like though he forgot I existed. Probably because the case of my mom's sudden death had choked him up.
It happens a week ago after he received a mysterious call, I was in his room, still battling with my nightmare and when I spur my eyes open, I found leaning on the window. The dim lights reflected on his face and they were narrowed, he seems angry over something, it bothers him to an extent that he kicked his feet on the wall.
Then he rolled his eyes on me, luckily, I was pretending to be asleep, startled on the bed.
"I want him eliminated with his family" his lips whispers and after a few minutes of discussion, he groan, ruffled his hair and cussed beneath his breath like he was struggling with something as his voice grasp in his throat.
"He'd see the worst of me" he mutters, inhale softly and walk towards him. I was curious, sweating profusely on the bed and tighten my eyes not to be caught peeking. I felt his presence behind me as he took his arms around my waist, his hot breath fanned the back of my neck and I nervously squirm, unable to sleep.
His warmth subsided as I could only think of what troubles him.