Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 150: She Wants Distance

Anne stopped in her tracks as she reached the door of her own bedroom suddenly remembering what the butler said about Andrew wanting to see her.

She turned to look at the black door of the master bedroom which was directly opposite her own.

She seemed to contemplate for a bit before walking over to the master bedroom, stopping outside the door then rasing her hand as if to knock.

Anne seemed to hesitate for quite a while, not letting her hand fall to knock the door, in the end she pulled back and hastily went over to her own room disappearing inside.

The butler who witnessed this scene was slightly shocked. Why did she change her mind from entering the master bedroom?

Could it be...she planned to go freshen up and change first?

Thinking about this, the butler was slightly relieved.

Well, at least it was a good thing since it wasn’t as if the mistress was keeping her distance from his master, that would spell disaster for the whole plan itself.

However, the butler soon realized he concluded too soon when almost an hour passed by and the mistress didn’t come out of her room.

Could it truly be that the mistress was keeping her distance?

She wouldn’t go into the master’s room?

Now that was a disaster, what sort of cold marriage would this be?

He definitely had to do something.

Last night was the wedding night, but the couple hadn’t shared a room, and tonight was the second day of marriage.

If things continued like this... nothing would change even after three hundred and sixty five days of marriage.

Now this wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all.

Thinking swiftly, butler Jones came up with something after a few moments of pondering.

He walked over to the master bedroom, glancing behind at the door of the mistress’s room which didn’t open after she went in then he calmly knocked on the door.

Andrew’s voice drifted over not too long after.

"Come in."

As the butler entered the room, he didn’t fail to notice the expectant look on his master’s face as he instantly glanced around to see who had come in. That look of expectation instantly drifted away the minute he realized it was the butler.

Butler Jones smiled to himself.

He didn’t have to think too much to decipher who exactly the master had been waiting for.

The master was standing in front of the tall windows gazing outside, butler Jones knew he must have noticed when the mistress returned.

No, not just noticed, he was standing there without a doubt to wait for her return.

Witnessing his master like this...why did it feel somewhat fun?

"Master, the mistress came back a while ago." Butler Jones informed calmly not rushing his purpose for coming to the man’s room.

"Hm." Andrew hummed returning his gaze out to the windows.

The view must be nice, but the butler was quite certain his master wasn’t focused on the view right now.

Using this chance the butler continued, "I did inform her that you requested to see her when she gets home."

As expected, butler Jones seemed to have gotten the man’s attention.

If he was waiting to hear whether or not he’d told her he wanted to see her, why not just ask?

But even as the butler thought of the question, he already knew the answer.

When one felt affection for another person, especially for a man like his master, he wouldn’t want to show it, especially if that affection was beginning to bleed out of him even when he tried to keep it in.

He wouldn’t ask because he didn’t want to appear eager. He wanted to continue maintaining his cold stance, as if his heart held no affection at all, not even for her, the woman he just happened to have made his wife.

His master was trying to keep his affections hidden, that only meant he was aware of the fact that the affections exist after all. But he wouldn’t show it, typical of his master.

"I informed her to come to you, but it seems..."

This time, Andrew’s gaze had become pressing. As butler Jones hesitated it felt like the man would burn a hole through the butler’s head with his gaze. Butler Jones had deliberately paused for suspense.

Was the master that impatient to see her?

"She didn’t seem to want to see you master, it almost feels as if... she’d rather keep her distance from you."

The master’s perfect brows drew together in a tight frown at this point.

"I’m afraid mistress might want to stay away from you from now on, it seems she doesn’t want to be anywhere around you."

As the butler spoke he made sure to assess the master’s expression and the more he spoke, the more he noticed how darker Andrew’s expression became.

He’d thought right.

The master wouldn’t like hearing this.

In all honesty, he wasn’t doing this to cause a rift, he was doing it to close the distance.

One of them had to go to the other right, if mistress wouldn’t come to master then he would make the master go to the mistress, it was that simple.

And it wasn’t even three seconds yet after he’d said those last words, his master suddenly walked past him like a breeze, moving with such decisive steps that if butler Jones hadn’t stepped out of the way, he probably would have been swept out of the way by the force of rage with which his master was moving.

Though butler Jones was aware of how uncontrollable his master’s rage could get, more than just pure anger he sensed an air of desolation in the man, now even more than before.

Perhaps there was some form of torture in knowing that the one your heart silently longs for stays under the same roof, but you couldn’t openly quell that longing by being next to them.

The master’s anger might apply to anyone else, but the butler knew no matter how enraged he got, he wouldn’t be able to hurt the mistress, not when she’d solidly built a place for herself in his heart already.

Butler Jones shuddered at the force of the door slamming as Andrew left the room.

He could only hope, the master wouldn’t go in and ruin this opportunity he created with his anger.

Regardless, they would both be in that room for the rest of the night, alone... together.

The butler chuckled softly before he found the spare keys to the mistress’s bedroom, effectively locking the door silently from the outside.