Chapter 19: My Wife
I looked at Gerard surprised. Grandma? So she was his grandma? But why does she look so young? I initially thought this was his mother but on a second thought, I realized that I've never seen any of Gerard's relatives maybe they don't live together or it is possible that they come around but I'm always in my room and barely come out.
I looked at the woman seated on the table with an ashen Express on her face and the girl she called Anastasia who sat directly opposite her. The duo looked extremely angry and honestly, I didn't want to have anything to do with it.
I stood up and tried to excuse myself since the atmosphere was not favourable.
"Excuse me. I'll just go to my room." I explained to Gerard since he was the only person who would try to stop me from leaving.
"Our room is currently being cleaned by the staff. You should sit and eat then, I'll take you to the room." He spoke without looking at me and I felt like this atmosphere would kill me if I stayed here any longer.
"I'll just go outside." he should know that my reason for leaving is not because I've lost my appetite but because I didn't want to upset his grandmother any further and I didn't want him and his granny to fight because of me.
"Ayla!" his voice was bold and it felt more like a warning.
"Sit!" I didn't know when my bottom sat on the chair.
He turned and looked at me. His gaze was loving and he placed his hands on mine catching me unaware.
"Wife, you shouldn't be skipping meals don't forget you need to take care of yourself in this condition." Gerard was talking about my sudden dizziness the other day and I simply nodded and remained obedient.
"Condition?" Anastasia quickly cut in and when I looked up, I could see the anger in her face and that of his grandma.
"Gerard, what is the meaning of this? Don't tell me she is trying to force that bastard on you. Don't tell me that's why you've brought her here." his grandma asked in fury.
I turned to look at Gerard confused. What were they thinking and who were they calling bastard and who am I trying to force Gerard on.
"What...what is this about?" I asked incoherently as I waited for a response from Gerard.
He didn't look at me and simply stared intensely at his grandma. "If you aren't ready to eat, you might as well just go back to where you came from."
These words of his silenced the entire table as this meant that he was asking his grandma to leave if she wouldn't let him be.
I stared at him still confused with what his grandma was saying. I am not even here of my own free will so why did she say I'm forcing him to harbour me?
I stared at the food on the table and didn't have an appetite anymore. I didn't even what to see his expression while eating the meal because this atmosphere isn't pleasing at all.
The duo, however, were eating grumpily. But it was obvious that they didn't dislike the food they only dreaded the atmosphere.
Before anyone ate, Anastasia stood up. "I'll eat in my room." She left the dining room and one of the staff helped her take her food to her room.
Soon, the granny followed as well. This at least gave me breathing space and I felt better than before.
Gerard couldn't care less and pretended not to notice that at all. He placed a few dishes on his plate as he liked to serve himself. He raised the spoon to his mouth and I thought I wasn't bothered anymore but my heart started to beat non-stop when I saw the spoon going up.
Immediately the food entered into his mouth, I looked at him through the side of my eye. I noticed a halt and then, what I dreaded happened. He called his staff with a click of his finger.
Lucy came in and when she was close enough, Gerard looked as though he was contemplating something. He didn't say anything immediately as he looked like he was trying to find the right word.
I clenched my gown tightly because I didn't know what the outcome would be and I thought this would be the end for me because I'll be hated by the staff if they have to start preparing another meal because of my foolishness.
"Who cooked this?" his voice was not as scary as I thought it would be but because I was already panicking, I failed to notice this.
Lucy had not had the chance to reply when Gerard spoke again. "Because I know how the dishes prepared in this house taste and I certainly know the difference between that and this..." he pointed at the dish as he concluded his statement.
"Um... The food was..."
"I cooked the food." I blurted out. I wasn't going to let anyone take the blame for what I did. I looked up at him and tried to explain further.
"I'm so sorry. I should have asked how well you liked your food spiced and how you would like your food prepared. This is all my fault I promise it won't happen again." I was truly sorry and I wanted to make up for it.
Gerard sat lazily on the chair with his brow raised. This posture of his was too confusing. Was he even listening to anything I was saying? With his brow raised like that, it feels like I'm going to pay dearly.
I dropped my head sad that he wouldn't be able to finish his food because of me. But I heard the clicking sound of the cutleries and when I looked up, I saw him eating. He didn't even say a word to me and just ate.
I felt bad for him considering the fact that he might be forcing himself to eat it just because I apologized.
I turned to Lucy and a smile flashed across her face and a wink followed before she walked away.
I did not understand why she gave me that look because I was expecting a glare.
"You really don't have to eat it if you don't like it," I suggested feeling sorry seeing him eat the food.
"Then how about I eat you instead?" he whispered but I could hear it clearly and decided to keep shut.
He paused and looked at me. Taking a wipe from the table, he cleaned his mouth and asked. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
The question came unexpectedly and it took me a few seconds to reply. "My mother taught me when I was younger and I like watching cooking shows whenever I get the opportunity to."
"Um..." he nodded his head then picked his cutlery again and began to dig in. He ate to his satisfaction and even ate the porridge I had prepared for myself. I couldn't help but stare at him in awe.
After he was done eating, I looked at the table and realized that there was no food he didn't try and almost everything on the table was finished. This is the first time I've ever seen him eating this well.
Soon, the staff came to the dining room to take the plates away and he asked Lucy to wait behind.
He spoke to her without looking at me. "This is how I want my food to be prepared every day and this kind of luxury is only for me and my wife. No one can get to eat from the hands of this god of cutleries."
When I heard his words, I blinked twice in surprise. 'Are you kidding me?'
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