My Husband Is A Stranger

Chapter Thirteen - Worried

Raven Leviticus, Julian Luke, and Genesis Craig were quietly observing their boss walk back and forth while holding his phone near his ear.

Tristan has been in a foul mood since he returned home, and he is worried sick about his wife, for whom he has no idea where she went.

“W-Where do you think Ms. Clara went?” Julian Luke whispered to Raven who looked like he’s busy swallowing his saliva. They’re currently in the living room with many guns placed on the table.

They’re prepared if Tristan orders them to go and find his wife, or maybe even attack another mafia group who probably had taken his wife.

“Tone down your voice, Julian, my beauty would be noticed if you keep on talking!” Raven complained before sighing, “And no one knows, the guards told us that she’s going to meet with a friend, and they were told she informed the boss about it,” for a moment, Raven Leviticus was serious.

Everyone is screwed when they say something not right in front of this raging dragon before them. They don’t want them to be dead like those guards who didn’t follow their boss’s orders.

“Look for her! Search around! Everywhere!” those three boys stood properly after their boss threw his phone on the wall.

It created a loud shattering noise that didn’t bother Tristan’s well-being, all he wanted was his wife to be found, he forgot to give her his number a while ago.

“f**k! I’m going to kill everyone here if you didn’t find my wife!” he yelled before harshly grabbing some wine inside of a secret cellar near the kitchen island.

They're simply watching their boss take a few shots while slamming them down on the tiled kitchen island.

“B-Boss, shouldn’t we start looking for her? Since it’s already late, plus there are people looking for her,” Raven voiced out, so their boss glared at them.

“He’s right boss, the sooner we look, the more we are, the more chances of her finding her as soon as possible,” Genesis accepted Raven’s statement, so their eyes were widened.

Genesis is the man in their group that doesn’t talk too much, so they’re really surprised that he acknowledges Raven’s suggestions.

Tristan didn't seem to bother as he continued to sip his wine, “Where the hell is my wife?!” he bellowed again, bringing those three to a halt.

The sound of the opening and closing of the door alerted the three as they took a few guns and readied them on their sides.

“T-Tristan? Is there something wrong?” when they heard that familiar voice, they swiftly hid the guns, bombs, and stood firmly on the side of the sofa.

It wasn’t a while until Clara revealed herself in the living room, “Ma’am Clara, I’m glad to see you safely home,” Genesis bowed his head, so those two beside him just copied him.

Tristan stopped and immediately composed himself before glancing at his wife that’s occupied with observing her surroundings, “D-Did something happen? I-I’m sorry, I was too late aren’t I?”

“Wife, where the hell have you been?” Tristan controlled himself not to burst out in anger, “I was worried about you, where the hell did you go?” but he clearly failed on that.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t have your number to tell you, are you mad?” Clara bit her lower lip as she glanced at those three who were just watching them intently.

Clara almost gasped as she was pulled into a tight hug, and she overheard her husband sighing in relief as if he was concerned about her safety.

“Boss sure does look serious about his wife, I really thought that he was just helping her, but I think it’s more than that,” Julian Luke whispered to his companions.

“Well, let's hope it's not the same as those women who just used and fooled him; our boss is smart; I don't understand why he's allowing himself to be fooled by those women who are equally entranced by my attractiveness,” Raven says.

“Dude, for one minute, would you stop mentioning yourself?” Julian hissed, but Raven didn’t mind him.

“Wife, please, don’t leave for that long, you know there are people after you right? Tell me everything that has happened today,” Tristan demanded, as he pulled his wife into the dining room.

“Oh um wait, have you eaten yet?” Clara politely asked, so Tristan gently shook his head. She deeply sighed before lowering her head.

“I’m sorry for being late, as your wife, for now, I have to be responsible for providing you dinner,” Clara firmly claimed, so those three who were watching them just smirked when they noticed their boss was caught off guard at what she said.

While watching their boss glance at his preparing wife near the stove, Julian whispered, "Perhaps I should look for a wife too, maybe I'll have dinner every night not just on my table,” he playfully remarked.

Raven scoffed before brushing off some invisible dirt on his sleeves, “I’d rather not, a lot of ladies would cry if I marry off to someone,” he confidently said, which pissed off Julian. He doesn't know how to deal with this over-narcissistic guy.

“Oh how about you three? Have you eaten yet?” Clara's voice drew their attention, and they shook their heads gently, which made Clara smile.

“Why you can’t miss dinner! Come and join Tristan here, it's alright to you, right?” Clara gazed at her husband, who just simply nodded at her.

“Great, I wouldn’t take a while,” she then informed and started working her way to the stove while grabbing some ingredients from the fridge.

“We’ve been blessed by the boss's wife,” Julian happily stared at the ceiling, so Tristan glared at him.

“Quiet down or I’ll blow your head off,” Tristan threatened enough for the three to hear, so Julian secretly chuckled at his boss’s reaction.

They're relieved because they're seeing sides of their boss that they don't generally see underground, he's usually portrayed as a cold-hearted, merciless man who silently kills anyone who gets in his way.

What if his boss’s wife finds out about his other identity someday? Julian Luke thought, but he just brushed it off.

“Luke, send me the information about the Ferdinands tomorrow,” Tristan firmly ordered, so Julian just saluted to him.

“Leviticus, go and check the Crayford’s businesses and you Genesis, always watch over my wife and the people surrounding her,” 

“Noted, boss!” Leviticus and Luke saluted, but Genesis simply nodded. They then patiently waited for Clara to finish cooking.

Clara was delighted as she presented her creation for this dinner because she hadn't served anyone other than herself since her parents died, “Here you go, it’s not much, but I’m sure it’ll warm up your stomachs,” Clara also created a chowder soup for these four, she knows that they’re probably tired with all their works.

“Woah! What’s this dish called?” Julian Luke tilted his head on the meal that Clara served, it’s a tenderloin wrapped with cheese, egg, flour, and breadcrumbs together with sauteed onions flavored with soy sauce and slightly cooked egg.

“Oh! It’s Katsudon! It originally came from Japan, but I personally loved this dish ever since my parents cooked me one,” Clara happily shared as she sat beside her husband.

“Go on, there’s plenty for everyone,” Clara invited, so the boys cheered and decided to cup a lot of rice on their plates.

Tristan then put some on his wife’s plate before he put something on his plate, “I’m pretty sure this tastes amazing also,” he added, which made Clara smile.

Clara gazed at her husband for a moment, she knew that even if he’s smiling, he’s still bothered about her leaving without a word a while ago.

“I’m truly sorry I worried you,” Clara bit her lower lip, so Tristan just shook his head before sighing.

“Wife, of course, I’ll be worried about you, there’s a lot of people looking for you,” Tristan gripped his utensils, tight enough for it to bend, “Who knows what they’ll do to you?”

“Holy crap!” The conversation of the husband and wife was interrupted when Raven Leviticus exclaimed together with Julian Luke who kept on munching on his meal while mumbling words they couldn't decipher.

Genesis Craig, on the other hand, lost his grip on his utensil while staring at the space before him. He looks like he couldn’t believe that he tasted such a dish.

Tristan slightly chuckled at their reactions as Clara got worried, “A-Are they alright? Does it taste bad?” she almost panicked.

“What do you mean, Ma’am Clara?! This tastes so much better than what I eat every single day!” Raven Leviticus remarked while taking mouthful bites of his meal.

Clara sighed in relief, “He’s not wrong, wife,” Tristan stared at his wife before resting his hands on the top of her head.

“That’s a relief, how about Genesis? Is he okay?” Clara pointed at Genesis who’s still gazing off in an unknown space.

“He’ll be fine, for now, let’s finish this dinner because you still have a lot to tell me,” Tristan stated emphatically as they cheerfully ate their food.

Tristan ordered his men to wash the dishes because they ate here and troubled his wife. Clara didn’t want that to happen, but her husband insisted.

They’re now on their way towards their bedroom and Clara was a bit anxious since she didn’t want to upset her husband, she thought that maybe she should start watching some vlogs about how to be a perfect wife as well as how to take care of her husband properly.

“So wife, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you,” Tristan suddenly spoke that startled her for a moment, “And is it alright if I hold your hand?”

Clara cast a glance at her husband, who looked optimistic that she would allow him to hold her, she thought that they’re already married and all by law so there’s nothing wrong with it.

She secretly grinned since she thought her husband was considerate of her feelings, given that they were both strangers.

 “O-Of course, there’s nothing wrong with it right? You’re just going to hold my hand,” she beamed, so Tristan flashed a bright smile on his lips.

Tristan then gently reached out towards her hands and gripped them tightly, “Thank you, wife,” he beamed before they paced again towards their bedroom.

Clara then began explaining everything she had done that day, and she appreciated how silently her husband listened to her.

“I see, it’s partly my fault that I forgot to give you my number,” Tristan then asked for her phone, so she immediately gave it to him.

Tristan took a while as he typed numerous numbers on her phone, “There, I also gave the number of those boys downstairs, they could assist you on things you want to do sometimes like shopping, or most especially if there’s an emergency,” he suggested, so Clara shook her head.

“I don’t have any job or money to buy things,” Clara sadly chuckled before she opened the door of their room.

“But you're my wife, you could use my credit card,” Tristan tilted his head to his wife as he took out his card in his pockets.

“I-I can’t accept that!” Clara shoved his hands away before playing with her fingers, “You’ve given me too much, especially about this phone,” She raised the phone that her husband had given her.

“And are you serious about letting me have this? This phone is worth more than all I've spent in the last 20 years,” Clara shyly claimed, which made Tristan chuckle.

He finds his wife amusing compared to all the women she’s been with before; no one has rejected his card ever.

“It’s alright wife, what’s mine is yours now that we’re married, right?” Tristan beamed before entering the room, Clara wondered for a moment before closing the door.

“Are you planning on sleeping here as well?” Tristan paused for a time before nodding, as she inquired.

“Yeah, I am,” he casually replied before jumping inside of the bathroom connected to their bedroom.

Clara felt anxious for a moment just at the thought of sleeping right next to a man, though she technically had done that last night, she couldn’t help but still be anxious.

The high-whistling of the showers was the only thing that she could hear while she’s pacing back and forth on the front of the bedroom.

Sure, they're married, but she's still not prepared for what happens when a guy and a woman share a room. She bit her lower lip as she continued to be terrified.

“Wife, by the way,” Clara flinched before looking at her husband in his robes, “You’re going to come with me tomorrow,” Tristan informed while drying his hair.

“T-Tomorrow? Where?” her nervousness slipped away from the tips of her fingers from that question.

“To the company, I want them to see that I’m married,” Tristan beamed before deciding to point at the bathroom, “You can use it, I’ll just be in the study room to collect some documents,” after that, Tristan left her alone inside of the room.

Clara emotionally smiled, as if her husband knows what’s troubling her even if she’s not saying anything. Shrugging, Clara just went to the bathroom to wash.

To be continued…