The Billionaire's Real Wife

Chapter 9: Curious Wife

I opened my eyes after taking a long nap and looked around. There was no phone or wristwatch to check the time. However, the rays from the sun had lost their strength. I got down from the bed and began to find the kitchen.

With the help of a worker, I located the general kitchen. All the chefs in the kitchen left everything they were doing and fixed their gaze on me. I smiled and waved at them.

"Are you here to assist us?" A middle-aged woman asked, giving me a toothy grin. I nodded with a smile.

"Who cooks the boss's meals?" I asked.

"Amanda, please take her to Chef's Kitchen," the middle-aged woman said, beckoning a teenager that was shredding cabbages. The young girl took her hands off the mandolin she was using and pulled the guards off her palms too.

She led me to a breathtaking luxury kitchen with elegant finishes and high-end appliances. A man who was in chef's attire turned and smiled at me.

"Ethan," I called and smiled back.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have come to assist you," I said as I walked towards an oversized sink and began to wash the dishes. "Please stop! You are the boss's wife and we are your servants!" Ethan said. I have been a maid all my life and I don't see myself stopping in a jiffy. I ignored him and continued.

"Is he aware you are here, ma'am?" He asked.

"No"

"Boss Lady…"

"I don't want to hear it."

"Hear what?"

"Whatever you want to say."

"He will punish me."

"He won't, he is your partner in crime," I said nonchalantly.

Ethan gave out a great bellow of laughter that frightened me. I frowned and wondered why he laughed so loudly.

"I'll do the cooking, you'll do the serving," I said, and continued washing the dishes.

"Why do you want me to do the serving?" He asked.

"I noticed he trusts only you and I don't want him to know that I made the dinner."

"I have been making his meals for the past ten years. If anything changes, he will notice and reject the food. But….he will eat your food," he added. I became curious.

"Why? What makes you think he will eat my food?" I asked.

"You are the boss lady," he responded. "Make the meal and I will serve him. He is going to detect a change, trust me. Shall we experiment?" Ethan asked and I shrugged.

"You seemed to know everything about him."

"I know him more than he knows himself," Ethan grinned. I quickly moved over to the induction cooktop and switched it on. He sat on one of the chairs that were around a round dining table.

"You really want to do this, don't you?" Ethan said, leaning on the chair.

"What are you cooking tonight?" I asked. Ethan gave me the meal timetable. I looked at the worktable, all the recipes had been assembled. I commenced preparation immediately. Ethan relaxed on the chair, staring at me with a smile of fulfillment.

"I never believed you were real. I think you are a fictional character or product of imagination," Ethan smiled happily. I turned and narrowed my eyes.

"Ethan, for the last time; have you seen me prior to yesterday?"

"No, if I had seen you, I wouldn't have thought you were a fictional character," he grinned again.

"Well, I'm not here for your weird conversations." There was silence in the kitchen and Ethan did not stop smiling.

I didn't see his girlfriend today, what happened?" I asked to establish another communication with him and probably, roll it down to his mystery s*x slave.

"They are daughters of his business associates; wealthy and very sophisticated," he responded.

"They are his girlfriends since he is not married to them," I said, sounding like a typical legal wife.

"They are not his girlfriends, they are just his friends," Ethan insisted.

"He sleeps with them, so I think they are."

"He doesn't sleep with them, so they are not."

I kept quiet. I wanted to believe him, but I know what I saw in his office yesterday. He was just hiding his secret because he was his childhood friend.

"Why did he choose to have them as just friends?" I asked when I was done making his meal. Ethan gave me the right dish to dish out. He sat back on the chair and waited for me.

"Huh?"

"What?" He shrugged.

"Why did he choose to keep female friends around him?"

"He is a figure, one of the most handsome and influential in this country; the girls won't stop drooling."

"You mean he doesn't sleep with them?" I asked curiously.

"No, he doesn't, love humbled him. He has a soulmate and he is obsessed with her," Ethan smirked.

"Obsession! Is that why he locked her up in his bedroom?" Ethan shot me a cold stare and faded his eyes.

"I'll be right back." He took the meal and left. His face was quite mean. I began to wonder what he would say to me after serving his master.

He came back to the kitchen after some minutes. I stood up from the chair. I wanted to hear what Logan said about the meal and I also wanted to know why the sudden look of resentment appeared on his face when I asked the unexpected question.

"What did he say?"

"He is not there yet. Just fix your ear on that inter…."

"Ethan!," The intercom blasted before he could finish up the sentence. We exchanged glances and my heart skipped. I was expecting him to stand up, but he kept sitting.

"Go and explain to him," I said.

"No, you prepared the meal, go and explain to him," he grinned. I became a little bit afraid.

"Ethan, we had an agreement!"

"Yes, and I kept my side. You cooked and I served," he shrugged.

"Who owns the explanation?" I asked with my eyes wide open.

"The cook, I guess," he said, demonstrating with his palm.

"Ethan!!," the intercom blasted again.

"I'll be right back; just stay here, you owe some explanations." I followed the straight hallway that led to his dining room. My heart skipped again as soon as I set my eyes on him. He fixed his eyes on the food on the table, pretending he didn't know I was standing beside him.

"Good evening," I greeted him. He lifted his gaze and lowered it without responding to my greeting. He was about to hit the intercom the third time before I spoke.

"I made the dinner." I muffled, looking away as he fixed his gaze on me. He took his thumb off the intercom.

"I'm sorry,'' I said with a creamy tone to get his eyes off me.

"Wow..okay, let's eat then."

"Huh?

"You heard me," he said again with a peaceful tone. His voice won't stop giving me goosebumps. I love hearing his voice and I won't stop pretending I didn't hear him clearly to make him repeat himself.

I hesitated because it was a small dining table with just two chairs for husband and wife and the chairs were very close to each other. I noticed the hatred I had for him had just disappeared, since Mr. Gregory told me he was not a drug dealer.

"Sit," he said, pulling the chair out. I adjusted my short gown and sat quietly, putting my two hands in between my thighs, and staring at the food on the table. A sudden feeling of emotional vulnerability took hold of me and began to control me. I thought I was a strong girl. I never knew I was weak and vulnerable. It looked as though my soul needed his protection.

"Relax, it's just you and I," he muttered with a charming smile. His words really helped me and I relaxed a bit but did not stop making pathetic faces for him like a drowning soul who needed to be saved. He took out a small portion of food and passed it to me.

"Thank you," I said, grabbing the cutlery. The meal was quite tasty, but I wasn't enjoying it because I was eating with uneasiness.

I stole occasional glances at him, he wasn't uneasy at all. He ate peacefully and calmly.

"Do you like the dresses?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You are welcome."

There was a prolonged and general silence in the room. He did not stop dwindling his left eye each time our eyes met.

"Why… did you marry me," I asked after contemplating for some minutes. My speech tempo was involuntarily slow and calm. Logan smiled and cupped my chin tenderly in his warm, slim, and long fingers. My pulse skittered alarmingly, lurching madly.

"Why did you agree to marry me?" He asked, fixing his gray eyes which had flecks of gold and brown on mine. I lowered my eyes. I couldn't tell him I had no place to go and that was why I accepted his marriage proposal.

"You should spend more time with your husband than you spend with Ethan. We need to catch up," Logan said, sounding a bit jealous again. I kept quiet because I had an unfinished discussion with Ethan and I was going to spend another time with him. I desperately needed answers and he just replied to my first attempted question with a question.

"I really like your company, but I noticed you don't like mine. I'm going to try my best to make you feel free with me again," he muttered after wiping his lips.

"Remember we are celebrating our marriage tonight and it's going to be a memorable night." He dwindled his left eye again and stood up to leave the dining. I looked up at him, as I wondered what he meant by 'memorable night.'