Chapitre 9: Treat Me Well For No Reason
Amelia gave a glance at the kitchen. After her effort, she finally put everything in perfect order.
"I didn't expect the daughter of Harper Group could be reduced to wash dishes personally. But luckily, He is a good chef."
An unfamiliar man cooked for her.
She married a stranger.
Thinking of those dramatic scenes, Amelia had a chill shiver. Although the aftertaste of the soup was lingering on her teeth, the embarrassing relationship made Amelia come to her senses. She shook her head. "I should get myself washed up. I can't submit to him just by a meal," thought Amelia.
"How about having a shower?"
Ethan sat over there in a bathrobe. He looked at Amelia.
Amelia wondered why Ethan was so calm, facing such an embarrassing thing. He just blurted it out as usual.
What kind of man he was? Would they really live together in this way?
"What are you hesitating for? I've finished showering. It's your turn."
Ethan sniggered. At this moment, even if he didn't wear such a meaningful look, Amelia was easy to be lost in thoughts. Let alone Ethan's gentle gaze.
Amelia grabbed the bathrobe and rushed into the bathroom quickly.
"What's wrong with me? Why did I blush? Isn't it he to feel embarrassed?"
Amelia muttered in front of the mirror. She looked down and found everything was placed in order.
"Come on? He even squeezed the toothpaste for me..."
Amelia looked around everything in surprise.
"Why did he do everything for me without sake?
He must have some evil intentions!"
Thinking of that, Amelia came to her senses. The water sprinkled on her skin, making her paler and more moisturized.
Ethan looked at the figure in the bathroom through the window.
"The woman is not only interesting but adorkable," Ethan muttered.
A faint smile gradually came to his face.
After a while, Amelia opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. Wearing a pink bathrobe, she stepped out as she wiped her hair.
"Are you done?"
Ethan asked calmly without looking at Amelia. But Amelia was stunned. She stood there and had no idea how to answer.
"Uh-huh."
Amelia replied in a faint voice. Then she sat down on the bedside, and she glanced at Ethan from time to time.
Ethan was absorbed in reading a magazine, so he didn't notice Amelia.
"Well... Mr. Frost?" Amelia called him uneasily.
Ethan finally turned his attention to Amelia.
"What did you say?" His tone was more serious with a little surprise.
Amelia faked a slight cough.
"Eh-hem."
"Aren't you feeling good?"
"No, I'm good."
"Well, it's one of your habits. You always cough when you feel embarrassed,"
Ethan gazed at Amelia as if he knew her a lot.
Amelia felt extremely embarrassed.
And Ethan kept saying such embarrassing words to her. How could Amelia keep calm?
Finally, Amelia stood up and said, "Mr. Frost, since you are so straightforward, I also come to the point. In order to avoid embarrassment, and avoid my cough, you'd better sleep on the sofa."
Seeing Amelia losing temper and even pointed at him, Ethan knew she was upset.
He said, "Why are you mad at me? It's our wedding night, I'm not sleeping on the sofa!"
He was afraid it would irritate Amelia. After all, they lived together. It was better to keep harmony.
"Wedding night?" Amelia muttered.
She stood there and lost in thoughts. "I've agreed to marry him. And this is his house... I'd better not be so aggressive. What if he kicked me out... Then I have no place to stay."
"Mr. Frost, then you sleep here, and I can sleep on the sofa."
Amelia grabbed the pillow and walked downstairs instantly.
She threw the pillow hard on the sofa. "Alas! Even though I'm reduced to such a sorry state, I can't really be his wife. I knew nothing about this man, that's way too..."
Amelia lay on the sofa. It was soft, and she was quite satisfied.
Seeing Amelia darting downstairs with a furious look, Ethan smiled.
"The little guy hasn't been used to it..." Ethan thought.
The next morning, the sun shone on Amelia's pink face. She finally had a sound sleep.
Amelia opened her eyes. She got up and saw the food on the table. Her stomach grumbled at the moment.
"Good morning. Breakfast is done."
Ethan stood in front of Amelia with two cups of coffee in his hands.
Amelia faced a man when she woke up for the first time. She hurriedly put on the shoes and rushed into the bathroom.
"I'm really in a mess," Amelia murmured.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked quite good, though in an unkempt appearance. Anyway, they had married, so Amelia could live here. Ethan couldn't go so far to kick his wife out of the house.
Wife?
Thinking of that, Amelia blushed. She glanced at the outside secretly.
If Ethan didn't make trouble for her, he was quite reliable.
After washing up, Amelia walked out of the bathroom.
"Let's get started."
As Ethan spoke, he passed the coffee in front of Amelia.
Amelia took it and had a sip.
"You can do the Pasta ?"
"Yes. When I had my internship abroad, I often cook for myself. How do you like it?"
Internship? Amelia was wondering why a small clerk went abroad for internship.
"Are you really a nine to five? A white-collar employee?" Amelia asked in surprise.
She felt it was weird. How could a white-collar afford the limited limousine?
"Yes. But don't worry. I can support you."
"No. I can work and feed myself. By the way, your car..."
Ethan was stunned. He looked at Amelia and answered, "Oh, it's my boss' car."
"His boss? Why does his boss treat him so well? That is a Phantom!" thought Amelia.
She widened her eyes and gazed at Ethan. She was amazed by his good luck.
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