Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 156: Boring

He stood with an elbow leaned against the doorframe. As she swung open the door, their eyes locked and Anne’s immediate instinct was to retreat back inside and shut the door on his face the minute she saw him standing there.

Why was he here?

She hadn’t prepared herself to see him yet!

Her heart raced anxiously.

She couldn’t stop the deep red that painted her face in that instant and for some reason a rare yet devious looking smile made it’s way to his sinfully handsome face.

Those same lips, she remembered had kissed her so fervently that she...

She mentally stomped on the thought, for the thousandth time willing those recollections from coming back to her again.

"I said I was waiting for you." He suddenly began, his deep voice reminding her of soft whispers from the night before, "Waiting means I won’t be leaving without you, grandfather won’t have it if we came separately."

He suddenly looked down at his watch while saying, "I could get you ready in the next ten minutes, would you like that?" His gaze raised from his wrist watch to her face, those eyes suggesting something mischievous yet holding a deep seriousness that he absolutely meant what he just said.

Get her ready?

Did he mean...help her shower, and even get her dressed with his own hands?

She didn’t think her face could feel even hotter than it already did, without wasting another second Anne shook her head like a rattle.

He smirked, "Alright, you have twenty minutes to get yourself ready, one minute more than that and I’ll be coming back here to offer my assistance, is that understood?"

If by assistance he meant getting her ready himself then she would make sure to be ready even before fifteen minutes passed.

"I won’t take long." She hurriedly said before beginning to rush away when his voice stopped her,

"By the way, I was meaning to ask..."

Anne stopped to turn to him, a questioning look in her eyes.

What did he possibly want to ask her?

"You look... radiant, last night must have been extremely fun for you. Did something special happen for you last night?"

Anne froze, unable to utter a word.

Shameless was the only word she could think of to describe him last night.

How could he bring that up right now? He was clearly enjoying the show of her reacting to his little reminder of yesterday’s acts.

The smirk on his lips was teasing, he was deliberately pushing her to speak by asking that question when she was clearly trying to pretend it never happened.

Last night, the moment he looked at her and uttered the final words,

’I win.’

All her senses which had deserted her seemed to suddenly rush back into her at once and she had covered her face behind her palms and curled into herself as embarrassment washed into her rapidly she hadn’t wanted to look at him.

She’d remained like that for a long time until a while later, she’d heard the door click and when she peeked through her fingers then, he was gone and she was all alone in the room.

She had been the one to lose her mind over what he considered just a game, of course he would tease her about it.

"Nothing at all, last night was quite boring." She suddenly blurted to hide her embarrassment, if he was going to tease her about it, she might as well not show how much last night had affected her. No longer waiting for him to see through her lie, she fled and went into the bathroom not catching how the smirk on his face fell in an instant.

Boring? He thought.

Could she make her lie more convincing?

She couldn’t convince him in any way that last night was boring for her, not with how sweetly she’d melted beneath his ministrations he could almost taste it all over again.

And if she truly found last night boring he wouldn’t mind showing her a better time, but of course she didn’t wait to hear him say that before she fled, as she always did.

His lips raised up triumphantly as he turned to leave the room.

"Achoo!" A sudden sneeze exited his mouth, catching him off guard. He’d been sneezing all morning, strangely all night even.

When was the last time he’d caught a damn cold?

"Good morning master." As Andrew descended the stairs, the butler who was waiting in his usual respectful stance greeted.

"Did you have a good night’s sleep last night?" The butler queried good naturedly, below the professional expression was a small smile the older man was hiding.

Did he have a good sleep?

Andrew wondered, and the answer was certainly negative.

And his restless insomnia this time hadn’t been the usual cause but a blazing heat within him that refused to die down even after several trips to the cold shower.

"Achoo!" Another sneeze erupted from him abruptly and his nose tingled, this weird sensation of a cold was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

How could he not have caught a cold?

When their game was over he’d gone into her closet and checked the special drawer he’d kept an emergency spare key to the room, he used that to walk out of the room knowing fully well that the door being locked from the outside was the butler’s doing.

Andrew wasn’t a kind of man to let himself be trapped in his own home, not with how much safety and emergency measures prepared for any uncalled for situations.

He could have left the room if he’d wanted to, he’d just lingered because he’d wanted to, which was a clear indication that he couldn’t be made to do something if he didn’t want to do it.

He’d assumed a cold shower would work to calm his blazing desire, who would have thought the woman had a stronger effect than he thought she did.

Her sweet voice constantly rang in his mind, every sigh, every moan and most especially that alluring way her lips had uttered his name.

Damnit! The reminder of it, even in this morning when he thought he’d escaped the throngs of passion, heat still slowly began to singe through him.

When he’d gone back to his room he’d quickly exposed himself to a cold shower, thinking his body would find ease, but a few seconds after walking out the cold shower even before his body was dried up it rushed back to him again.

He could remember the eighth shower he had, that was around the early parts of dawn where he’d seen the sun peeking through the horizon.

"Achoo!" Another sneeze wracked through him and he frowned deeply.

"That sounds like a bad cold master. You haven’t had a cold in a very long time, I remember the last time you caught a cold very vividly, you were fifteen at the time, I made you a special remedy myself, would you like me to make that same remedy for you again?"

"There’s no need." Andrew replied as he began to proceed outside, the butler following closely behind him.

"And please do tell grandfather that he can’t trap me in my own home. The silly trick with the door is old and cliche from the romantic shows he used to watch, do inform him that next time when he’s possessed with the matchmaking sprirt he might as well come up with something that’ll work. Yours and grandfather’s ideas are too dated."

Hearing those words, the butler gulped.

How had he been figured out so easily, and most importantly how did his master know that the old master had something to do with it?

Of course the butler knew that his plan last night hadn’t worked as much as he wanted it to.

He’d been rejoicing after locking the door from the outside.

The master and the mistress spending a full night locked in together, some romance should have bloomed before sunrise. Butler Jones realized he might have miscalculated the whole situation, after all the man in question wasn’t just the average guy, whose heart would soften and melt when a beauty captivated him, the man in question was Andrew...

This person who would rather contractually have a woman bear his child than be tied to her in any way.

He paid to achieve his goal.

This man who had sworn love out of his life a long time ago.

He wasn’t one to fall so quickly, but then again the woman in question wasn’t just any woman either.

It was this same woman who managed to make his master show traces of emotion every single time. She was the first person to do that, giving up on making the master fall in love and even admit to it at this point would be wasteful, he had to persevere in this cause, after all there was a saying that a man who spreads love will amass good karma for ten lifetimes. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

It was undoubtedly a great cause, not to mention it would be extremely satisfying.

Butler Jones decided to play the oblivious, "What ideas master? I don’t have the slightest hint of what you’re talking about. Old master and I haven’t done anything to the door of mistress’s room at all."

The butler realized his lie sounded too flat only after he’d spoken it, in fact it wasn’t just bland, he’d completely given himself away so he quickly decided to change the topic.

"Master, old master said to inform you that the second branch family members will be present at the family breakfast this morning. Someone informed them that you secretly got married so they’re all furious that they weren’t invited to the event and they demand to meet your wife."

Hearing the mention of the second branch family members, Andrew’s expression suddenly changed.

An unfathomable look in his dark eyes as he said, "Is that so?"