Love Starts From Gratitude

Chapter 11 He Wants to Take a Bath?

Two people remained in the gargantuan living room, one was situated upstairs and the other downstairs.

Emily attempted to break the silence when the man turned around and hollered from above, "Come up here,"

She was flabbergasted, but she just pursed her lips and quietly made her way up the stairs.

She arrived at the room where they always stayed at every time she came back to visit.

Upon entering, her man was nowhere to be found. All she could hear was the sound of flowing water coming from the bathroom.

Was he taking a shower?

"Come here," his gruff voice sounded from the bathroom just as she thought of waiting for him to finish outside.

Emily didn't know how to react but she could feel her heart racing. She bit her lip and parked herself outside the bathroom door. "Let's continue our discussion after you finish washing up," she reasoned.

"Help me massage my shoulders," he requested.

Now it was Emily's turn to be stunned speechless.

Emily felt her ears turning hot. Although they've did intimate things together before, they always did it with the lights off. She couldn't figure out why he was acting like this now.

She tried not to think too much of it and entered the bathroom.

In the spacious bathroom sat a bathtub with the upper half of a naked man showing. His crisp, jet-black hair was dripping with water. Water droplets slid down his tall nose and down his chin. This made the closed-off room even steamier than it already was.

Emily tried to steady her beating heart. She grabbed a towel from a rack and walked over to massage his back.

The room fell silent as the both of them didn't speak.

After a long while, Ronald opened his eyes and looked at the woman reflected in the mirror in front of him. Her face looked paler than usual without makeup on. Her frail frame looked pitiful. "How are you feeling?" he asked flatly.

She was slightly taken aback by his question. She pretended to put more energy into massaging him and replied, "I'm fine now,"

His brows gradually furrowed. He was skeptical of her reply. "Then why was your father here today?" he pressed.

She quickly thought up of an excuse and said, "He-"

"You may have managed to trick my old man with that explanation just now, but I'll tell you now, it's not going to work for me," her man snapped before she could even start.

She stiffened and shook her head profusely. She was a bundle of nerves and decided to concoct a lie on the spot. "That's not it... My dad just... felt sorry for me after seeing all those hate comments directed at me online, so he rushed here on impulse to ask your family to give him an explanation. I managed to catch up to him in time... And that's how I met you and your family. I hope you can understand where he's coming from," she blurted.

Compared to other lies she thought up of, this lie sounded the most believable, and was coincidentally also what she wanted to convey to him. She had to hide her miscarriage from him at all costs.

"Emily darling, do you seriously think I'd believe this all happened due to a series of coincidences? Heh, getting your way by acting weak and frail, getting all eyes on you, and even making a name for yourself... I don't think the show you're starring in even has this many coincidences," he said mockingly.

"I-" she stopped rubbing his back and lowered her voice. "You... don't believe me?" she muttered.

Even if she wanted to lie, it was definitely not for this reason. She was sad that he didn't believe her.

The man turned his head to look at her. His fingers were dripping with water as he grabbed the small of her chin and said playfully, "Emily darling, from a scale of one to ten, how high do you think you scored for the explanation you just gave me? I can understand your father's recklessness, but I can't help but question your true intentions."