Get Me Married

Chapter 20: Bookshelf

A week later

I groaned and jumped off from the bed annoyed and exhausted. I have been sitting and sleeping for so long and it was beginning to affect my body and bones. I needed to do something. I was too bored to keep still and my body system was reacting terribly to it.

I came down from the bed and walked out of my room through the hallway. I had literally been locking myself inside my room just so I could avoid Jordan, I didn’t want to be in his way and he preferred it that way. On my way downstairs, I saw Samantha and I rolled my eyes at her. I would actually do anything to not see her even for a day. Those days I stayed without seeing her was like being in heaven if only I had more things I could do to keep myself busy. I walked downstairs and walked towards the kitchen. I have never been there and I couldn’t see a single maid, I guessed they were all in there knowing it was almost time for dinner.

My eyes widened when I walked into the kitchen. It was like the kitchen you see in Chef Australia. I stood at the door and watched as everyone did one thing or the other and it felt amazing watching them that way.

“Goodevening ma’am” Anna was the first to take notice of me and every other person turned to my direction.

“Goodevening ma’am” they chorused and I smiled warmly at them before I walked inside.

“This place is huge, why the hell would they need such a big kitchen?” I asked and looked around.

“For parties, Master Jordan do have parties and dinner hosted in his house most of the time. During those time, we actually need a kitchen such as this” Anna replied.

“I didn’t know that” I said.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know” another maid replied and I shrugged.

“Well…why are your down here” Margaret asked and I sighed.

“My bones are killing me from lying down so much” I pouted and everyone giggled.

“You can go out shopping or something. You know, do those things rich people do” another maid said.

“I like being here. Come on, what are we making for dinner” I asked excitedly and walked deeper into the kitchen ready to give a helping hand.

Everyone became quiet and stared at me like I had said something foreign.

“What?” I asked and they looked away.

“Ma’am. You are the lady of this house, you can’t help us” Margaret said and I scoffed.

“Says who?” I asked.

“Ma’am you can’t be here” Margaret added and I rolled my eyes at her

“Come on…what are we having for dinner. I won’t ruin your meal, I promise” I said, waving her off.

She looked at me worriedly and looked away knowing she wouldn’t be able to stop me.

I picked up a knife and started cutting up the vegetables and every their jobs. My time in the kitchen reminded me of my time back at home. Everyone seemed to always be in the kitchen whenever I was making dinner. We would have chit chat and jokes and laughs about almost everything and being in the kitchen again with so many staffs made me feel at home again.. Margaret kept giving me worried glances but I ignored her, I really loved being in the kitchen.

We went on in cooking and I enjoyed every bit of it till everywhere went completely quiet.

“Goodevening sir” they all chorused and my head jerked to the door.

Jordan was standing there with his eyes on me. He still had that look, cold, harsh and aggressive. My heart skipped when I remembered the last time I had seen him and for a second there I panicked.

The kitchen became suddenly quiet, anything could easily echo through out the kitchen. His presence made everyone tensed and his eyes on me made me quiver in fear.

“What is she doing in here?” his voice sounded really angry and I became confused.

insisted on helping us in here. I am really sorry…” Margaret explained and realization suddenly dawned on me. It became

and I

simple

sound of my voice his eyes hardened and he glared at me. He looked around the kitchen and back at me, I could tell he had a lot

him. I didn’t understand why he suddenly

your master’s bedroom” I blurted out and regretted it

His eyes hardened and he balled his hands into a fist. I mentally slapped myself for bringing that up and the kitchen suddenly felt too hot for me. His glaring made me uncomfortable and I didn’t want to see him in his worse again. I took off my apron and turned to

little self past him nervously

hastened it’s footstep and mom Leona’s warnings remained in my

stay away from Jordan and I planned on doing

the hallway with my heart in my chest. When I suddenly felt someone grab my arm

“What…”

there” he said in a low tone. But I could hear the edginess and coldness accompanied

my chest and his grip on my arms

his name and placed my hands on his as I tried taking his hands away from mine. His stiffened at the touch of my hand on his and his grip tightened on iny arms, 1 jerked my hands away from his in an attempt to calm

it but the pain

into the kitchen to cook” he growled

and blinked rapidly to Ward off the tears that threatened to

he barked

and I glared at him when I saw how red the place he

with going into the kitchen” I said

kitchen again” he

how that’s your business Jordan. You don’t care about me or the things I

What I care about is my name and you are a Chase now. Be the trophy wife you always wanted and never allow me get you doing something that doesn’t befit a Chase”

other thing felt completely terrible from that point. I laid down on my room and cursed the whole of that day. I didn’t understand how I could avoid him for

in my room and didn’t feel like going down for dinner anymore. There was no way I would face him again after his aggressive behavior

up here?” Margaret asked from the door and I

I won’t be eating this evening” I said disheartened and she

“No… I want to be alone” I

knew Margaret, I knew she wasn’t going to stop -.. till

said and the

on the bed and she

apologized and I shook

was my fault you were scolded” I apologised for my

looked at me with

ma’am” she stated and

feel like eating anymore”

roamed my body and she

arms, where Jordan had held me and sat close to me. Her hands gently touch the red mark on my arms and I

She stared at me with sorry eyes and walked over to my bathroom. When she came out, she held a towel that was damp. She sat close to me and gently dabbed the towel on the red mark on my arm. I hissed at the pain but it subsided as

this to you” she

actually beat me up some day” I said and she

just upset” she said and stood up. She searched my dress table and came back with a balm. She applied it on

I asked and

“He feels like you decieved him”

I asked and she gave me a

my knowledge. Give him

kidding…that’s exactly what I have been doing”

and I just didn’t want to talk

quiet and so did she