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.

sir but she insisted on helping us in here. I am really sorry…” Margaret explained and realization suddenly dawned on me. It became clear why she wanted me to

and I placed my eyes

I gave you a simple order” he

was the one who insisted so much on being here” I tried explaining but with the sound of my voice his eyes hardened and he glared

in here” he said between gritted teeth and my brows knitted at him. I

“It’s just cooking Jordan. This isn’t your master’s bedroom” I blurted

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 the door without looking up at him. His

I took my little self past him

footstep and mom Leona’s warnings remained in

stay away from Jordan and I planned

and walked down the hallway with my heart in my chest. When I suddenly felt someone grab my arm and pin me to the wall forcefully. I

“What…”

low tone. But I

and his grip on my arms made me

I called out 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

the pain I felt

Chase now. You can’t go into the kitchen to cook” he growled and I nodded my

to….do something” I stuttered and blinked rapidly to Ward off the tears that threatened to

he barked and

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

“I don’t see what’s wrong with

into the kitchen again” he said and

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

“Well I don’t care if you decide to hang yourself. What I care about is my name and you are a Chase now. Be the trophy wife

and every 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 two weeks and end up meeting him in

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

here?” Margaret asked from

I won’t be eating this evening” I said disheartened and she sighed. “Can I come in?”

to

insisted and with the way I knew Margaret, I knew she wasn’t going to stop -.. till she

in” I said and the door opened and she stepped

up on the bed

sorry” she apologized

“No, I am sorry. It was my fault you were scolded” I apologised for my

closer to me, she looked at me with sad and sympathetic eyes, I didn’t like the

“You need to eat something ma’am”

eating anymore” I said and she

eyes roamed my body and she

me and

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

to you” she

actually beat me up some day” I said and

searched my dress table and came back with a balm. She applied it on my arm and I hissed at the

so upset about?” I asked and she

decieved him” she explained and I gaped at

“How do you know that?” I asked and she gave me a

without my knowledge. Give him time and stay away from him” she warned me

“Are you kidding…that’s exactly what I have been doing” I raised my voice

said inaudibly and I just didn’t want to talk about

remained quiet and so did she