Kapitel 63: Going to Work Together
She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Alright, then. If you don't want to talk, I won't force you."
Chibuzor let out a quiet sigh, leaning back in his chair. "Really, I'm sorry, okay? Are you still mad at me?" he asked again, his tone softer this time, almost pleading.
Olaedo set her cup down and fixed him with a steady gaze. "Yes," she said bluntly, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Yes?" Chibuzor repeated, blinking in surprise.
"Yes," she continued, her calm demeanor cracking slightly. "Just because I let it go at the ball doesn't mean I wasn't mad. I played it cool in public to protect your fake marriage. Because that's what I do, I keep my agreements.
I acted like nothing happened, even though I was still hurting. Maybe I was distracted by Nnenna's situation and needed someone to get my mind off it."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Chibuzor felt the weight of her words.
"But then, when I finally ask you about it, calmly and privately, you say that you don't know and you're sorry? That's all you've got? No explanation, no thought behind it, just 'I don't know'? So yes, Chibuzor, yes, I'm mad at you. You want honesty? There it is."
The room fell silent, the tension between them almost palpable. Chibuzor struggled to find the right words, but for the first time in a long while, he realized there was nothing he could say to fix this easily.
"I... I didn't mean to hurt you," he finally said, his voice quiet but sincere.
"You didn't mean to," Olaedo repeated, shaking her head. "But you did, and I'm starting to think you don't even realize how much."
"Okay," Chibuzor replied cautiously, his voice steady but uncertain. "We have to go to work together. That's... if you don't mind?" he added carefully, watching her expression for any sign of her mood shifting.
Olaedo didn't look up as she sipped her tea. "Why would I mind?" she asked, her tone even but laced with a cold detachment. "It's part of the contract, right? Let's keep faking it."
Her words stung more than he expected, and before he could respond, she added, "You going to eat breakfast?" Her calm delivery made it sound like a casual question, but the undercurrent of tension was unmistakable.
"Sure," Chibuzor replied, a nervous edge creeping into his voice as he slid into his seat. He reached for a slice of toast, feeling more unnerved by her calmness than he ever had been by her anger.
Once Olaedo finished her breakfast and walked outside, Chibuzor followed shortly after, leaving his barely touched toast on the table. His thoughts were scattered, but he knew better than to leave her alone for too long in this mood.
"I will dri—" his words froze on his tongue as he saw her slip into the driver's seat of her car instead of heading toward his. She rolled down the window, her calm eyes locking with his.
She had already told the driver to pack her car in front of the mansion and so had Chibuzor for his.
"You coming? I'm driving," she said, her tone still unnervingly composed.
Chibuzor stood there, momentarily stunned. Olaedo never drove when they went out together; it had always been his car, his chauffeur, or him behind the wheel.
The quiet defiance in her actions caught him off guard, and for a second, he didn't know how to respond.
The low rumble of the engine snapped him out of his daze. Hurriedly, he opened the passenger door and slid into the seat.
"Didn't realize you wanted to drive today," he said, trying to keep his tone light, though the tension in the air was palpable.
"Does it matter?" she replied simply, eyes focused on the road ahead.
"No, not really," he muttered, sinking further into his seat as she pulled out of the driveway. It was going to be a long ride, and for once, he wasn't the one in control.
As soon as Olaedo pulled up in front of Chibuzor's company building, her demeanor underwent an instant transformation. The icy exterior she had displayed earlier thawed into a warm and radiant smile befitting a loving wife.
Leaning slightly out of the car window, her voice rang with affectionate cheer. "Have a great day, sweetheart! I miss you already."
Chibuzor blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift. For a split second, he wondered if she was back to normal.
But no, he quickly realized this was for the benefit of the prying eyes that always seemed to linger outside his company.
Without missing a beat, he adjusted to her performance, walking around the car to the driver's side. He bent slightly, placing a light peck on her cheek. "Bye, honey," he murmured, keeping his voice low yet firm, aware of the subtle cameras and curious glances of bystanders and employees.
As he straightened, Chibuzor couldn't help but admire how seamlessly she could change her expressions.
One minute she was distant and cold, and the next, she was every bit the doting wife. The sharp contrast left him both impressed and slightly uneasy.
Olaedo flashed him another dazzling smile, a picture of perfection in her role, before speeding off.
Chibuzor stood for a moment, adjusting his tie as he watched her car disappear into traffic. His thoughts lingered on her remarkable ability to switch faces so effortlessly.
"She's a better actor than I thought," he muttered under his breath, turning toward the building. If only the people watching knew the complicated layers beneath their picture perfect marriage.
As Olaedo's car drove away, the area outside the company erupted with excitement. Employees and bystanders who had witnessed the scene couldn't hold back their reactions.
The females squealed loudly, clutching their phones while sneaking glances at Chibuzor, who was walking toward the entrance.
One of the female employees, Ada, nearly jumped in excitement. "Did you see that? Did you see that?! He kissed her cheek so effortlessly! It's like something straight out of a romance drama!"
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