I didn’t want to be the mistress of an old businessman; my Mum always said that I should marry someone who loves me.
It’s been three months, and I have fully recovered; now, I can walk without any support.
I am back to my healthy life; I sometimes cook for Mr. Walter, he is a lovely person, sometimes even if the food is not good he will never complain he will smile and just say, “at least you tried”
As I have recovered, I can’t sit idle, I have graduated in finance and management, so I thought of speaking to him about starting work.
I cannot be dependent on him for the rest of my life.
So I decided to speak to him during breakfast, I was already waiting for him at the dining table.
I saw him coming downstairs from his bedroom, he was wearing a navy blue tailored suit, and he was looking murderously handsome.
I could not take away my gaze from him; he walked closer to me, smiled, and said, “Good morning, Angel.”
At that time, I realized that I was staring, or I would say drooling at him; I felt embarrassed and tried to cover my embarrassment saying, “Good morning, Mr. Walter.”
He sat on the head chair, and breakfast was served, as we were eating I looked at him and said, “Mr. Walter, I thought as I have recovered, I should start working, after all, I cannot be a burden on you for the rest of my life.”
He didn’t look at me, he just paused for a moment, and that continued eating as if I didn’t say anything, I thought he might not be in the mood to discuss anything as he already has a big business to run, so I didn’t continue.
After we finished our breakfast, he was ready to leave, but before leaving, he said, “Be ready by 6. 30 in the evening. I will pick you up.”
I frowned, but before I could ask any question, he turned and left.
I wondered what was going on when I discussed the job I felt like I saw a change of emotions on his face. I could not read his thoughts, but there was something.
I spent my whole day wondering what happened in the morning when I looked at the watch it was already 6 pm.
I immediately went to the bathroom to get ready. I didn’t apply much makeup and wore a simple bodycon dress.
At exactly 6. 30 he was waiting for me in the living room, when I entered the living room, he looked at me, smiled gently, and said, “Ready?”
I nodded, and we walked towards his limited-edition Bugatti car.
After a drive of almost forty-five minutes, we reached a luxurious restaurant.
Although my Dad was a successful businessman and filthy rich, he never took us to such a place.
And my pocket money was not that much, which can afford this kind of luxurious restaurant.
I liked this place. Once we reached the door, the manager himself came to attend us.
I can understand that Mr. Walter is a prominent person in this city.
We were directed to the second floor, but it was empty. When I was thinking, why is this floor empty? I think Mr. Walter read my mind and said, leaning towards me, “I have booked the whole floor.”
I was stunned, thinking, why did he book the whole floor; it must have cost him a bomb to book the entire floor of such a luxurious restaurant, and why are we here?
We settled on a table; after that, we ordered our food. I asked, “Mr. Walter, why are we here?”
He looked at me; he was about to open his mouth to reply to my question. A waiter came with wine and served us.
Once the waiter left, I looked at him, giving him an expression to continue, and what he said next, I almost spilled the wine out of my mouth.
He said straight away, “Marry me, my angel.”
I was dumbstruck, after hearing what he said, I mean no one can deny a person like him; he is perfect marriage material, an idol husband.
Kind of person, for whom many girls would line up at his one call, he is filthy rich, has a body like Greek god, and murderously handsome, but I still have my questions without which I will not take my decision.
Jane’s POV
I somehow controlled my emotions and asked, “Why? I mean how can you” before he cut me off saying
“Because I love you,” he looked straight into my eyes and said.
I was dumbfounded again, how could he say that we had never met before. It’s been hardly three months since we know each other.
I asked, “We don’t even know each other, how…. how can you love someone,” and again I was cut off by him.
“I saw you at your sister’s engagement ceremony, and I fell in love without, at first sight, I wanted to talk to you and your father, but before you jumped from the balcony,” he said, sipping his red wine slowly.
How can I forget that day, when my Dad sold me, I asked him, “Did my family know that I am alive?”
He said casually, “I don’t know, because they never came to look for you.”
My heart hurt again. I know there was no one for me after my Mum. As if he could see my pain from my eyes, he leaned forward, took both of my hands and said gently, “Jane we will marry after six months, I am giving you this time because I know you have a lot of questions.”
“I want you also to feel the same as I feel for you” after saying this his hold on my hands tightened and he said, “But let me tell you, after six months even if you don’t love me you will have to marry me because I cannot see you with anyone else.”