A Naive Bride for the Sophisticated CEO

Chapter 30: A good start

Amelia picked up her phone and ran out of the room after she saw James was bent on getting his slut naked right in front of her.

She cried aloud as she ran to nowhere in particular. She could feel her heart breaking into pieces inside of her.

‘Why did I ever think he would feel something for me?! Why did I believe he would want to have anything to do with me! He has always made it so clear but I keep giving myself stupid hopes! You’re a fool Amelia.’

She ran up to the third floor and entered one of the rooms. She switched on the lights and looked around briskly.

She walked to the neatly laid bed and sat on it. She lowered her head and continued crying. At that point, she needed a friend badly, but she had known.

“Shouldn’t he have at least done this another day? I would have preferred he ignored me and sent me out of the room alone. Not with another woman!” She mumbled in tears.

Her phone began to ring all of a sudden, and she wiped her eyes with her hand and checked who the caller was. It happened to be her uncle.

She answered the phone and weakly placed it on her ear. She fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her tears rolled down the corner of her eyes, and wet her ears.

“Hey, Amelia. Are you home now? I’m sorry I couldn’t see you before you left the reception. I had to attend to some things.”

Amelia sniffed and closed her eyes.

“It’s fine, Uncle. I’m home now.” Her voice was shaky, and Freddie immediately guessed something was wrong with her.

“Amelia, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

She covered her mouth with her second hand and began to chew on her lower lip.

“Hey… talk to me, Amelia. I’m beginning to worry.” Freddie’s voice was low and full of concern for her.

She exhaled loudly and moved her hand away from her mouth to tell him the horrible thing she had just seen.

“James… he brought another… he brought another woman home tonight.”

“What?”

“They are in the room together, as we speak, Uncle. I was stupid. I thought he would want to have something to do with me. I wanted to please him and look good so bad, but he didn’t even look at me twice. I was in the room when he walked in with another woman. He was ready to strip her in front of me, Uncle.”

“Oh my… I’m so sorry, Amelia.”

“I know he hates me. I shouldn’t have thought of making him fall for me. It’s never going to work.”

“Amelia, please don’t talk like that. You know, you are new to this marriage. You haven’t known each other well. Maybe that’s why he is acting funny. I’m not on his side, but I need you to be very patient. You are legally married to him. The community recognizes only you as his wife. He will come to his senses sooner or later.”

Amelia scoffed and sat up. She cleaned her eyes and shook her head.

“I don’t think so. But I won’t keep trying. I’m his wife already. I believe one day he will see I am not garbage.”

“That’s the spirit, Amelia. You are not going to give up on him easily. I have always thought you never give up.”

Amelia bounced her head and shut her eyes tight again. Deep down, she didn't see her hopes going anywhere. She wanted to give up already.

“It’s the first time you are in his house. You have more time to prove to him that he deserves you. Make him breakfast, don’t act bothered about his annoying character, you have known that before now. Live your life. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Thank you, Uncle. I’ll try to enjoy it while it lasts. I have to go now, I’m so tired, and I need to sleep.”

“Okay. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I love you, Uncle.” Amelia said with a genuine sad smile.

“I love you too, Amelia. Take good care of yourself. Don’t let him get to you.”

She slid the phone off her ear and hung up. She let out a soft exhale and looked around the room again.

“Enjoy it while it lasts. But how do I do that?”

She stood up and looked at herself, she remembered she was still in the lingerie.

She wanted to remove it so badly, but she had nothing else to wear. Her things were stuck in James’ room, with him and his slut.

“I need to do something about him. I refuse to give up easily.”

Amelia picked up her phone again and went on google. She searched for ways to deal with an unloving husband.

‘I am going to do anything the answer says.’

Several answers popped up, and she didn’t know which one to open first. She clicked on the first website and began to read.

“One; Don’t not complain. Just Discuss.”

‘Do not complain? But he just brought a woman home on our wedding night.’ She thought as she scrolled to the next point.

“Two; Focus on the positives.”

‘There are no positives here. All seem negative to me.”

“Three; Take yourself seriously.”

“Four; Speak up.”

Amelia heaved a sigh and raised her head. She felt the fourth point was a bad idea. She would never find the courage to speak up to James. He was way too scary for her.

“Five; Maintain eye contact when stating your feelings and opinions.”

“This is a no too.” Amelia mumbled.

“Six; If he still doesn’t listen. Pay attention to some guy friends. Jealousy could help too. But don’t try this if you haven’t thought about it well.”

Amelia shook her head and tossed her phone aside.

‘Guy friends? I don’t even have female friends. God, why is it so hard to please him?’

She rubbed her hair with her hand out of frustration as she reminisced. She let out a yawn and set the pillow afterward.

‘I should rest. Maybe in the morning, I’ll come up with something better.’

She laid on the bed and tucked herself in. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.

***

Amelia woke up very early in the morning. She wished she hadn’t but she was used to it already.

She felt way better than the previous night. She got out of bed and proceeded to the bathroom.

She searched in the bathroom cupboard for a toothbrush and toothpaste. Luckily, she found a new toothbrush. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She hurriedly brushed her teeth and headed out of the bathroom.

She headed out of the room too, tying the rope of the light covering of her lingerie over her belly.

She walked down the stairs and took a minute to scrutinize the mansion once more. She got to the second floor and stared at James’ room.

She wanted to go and pack her things but she felt the woman would still be in there with him. So, she proceeded to the kitchen instead.

She got to the ground floor and looked right and left for the kitchen. Soon, she sighted it on her right hand side, and she walked to the door.

She opened the door and walked in. Her eyes widened in awe as she dragged her feet on the Italian floor. The size and beauty of the kitchen got her so bad.

She saw the standing fridge and opened it to see it was fully stucked. She wondered if he ever touched anything in the fridge.

The items were all full. There were full, three crates of eggs, some containers were even sealed.

She expected to find maids and chefs in his house, but she was wrong.

“I know if he has a chef, there won’t be so much food in the fridge. What should I cook for him today?”

She smiled widely tapping her cheek with her index finger. The only thing she could think of was scrambled eggs and ground turkey.

She picked one plate of ground turkey, six eggs, yellow onions, scallions, red bell pepper, garlic, and chili powder.

She reached for the cupboard and picked up two non-stick skillets. She washed them thoroughly and placed them on the gas stoves.

She spread butter in one of the pans and let it melt. She beat the eggs, salt and pepper in a bowl and poured it in the pan with melted butter.

She was done with the eggs in no time, and moved on to prepare the ground turkey. She started off with chopping the veggies.

She felt excited as she cooked. Maybe because she had never cooked so comfortably before.

Anytime she begged the maids at Freddie’s house to let her prepare her own meal, Ava or Hudson would always ruin her kitchen moment.

She was happy she could finally express herself in the kitchen like she had always wanted.

‘I hope he likes it though.’

She was lost in chopping the veggies that she didn’t know when James walked into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He asked out of nowhere, and she jumped in fright. She was so lucky she didn’t cut herself with the knife.

James was wearing only khaki shorts. Amelia blinked severally as she stared at his bare chest.

It was the second time she was going to see his chest, but it was like it was the first time.

“I asked you a question! What are you doing in my kitchen?!” He walked closer to her, and she gulped hard.

“I.. I am preparing breakfast for you.”

She lowered her head and stepped back. He took a look at the pan and saw she had made scrambled eggs. Scrambled eggs were his favorite, and Amelia’s looked so yummy.

“And who gave you the permission to use my kitchen? Why would you prepare breakfast for me?”

“I’m sorry. I will leave now.” She wanted to walk past him but he pulled her back.

“You want to leave when you have started preparing it already? Finish up. This should be the last time you’ll use my kitchen. Make sure you clean all these up.”

Amelia watched him walk to the door. One thing kept telling her to talk to him about last night, but she dared not speak up.

“I’ll be waiting at the dining table. Let’s see if you can be useful in my house,” He added before finally walking out.

Amelia’s eyes widened, and she felt butterflies in her tummy immediately she heard his statement.

‘He wants to eat my food! This is a good start!’ She thought delightedly.