Get Me Married

Chapter 54: Suspicious of Jordan

A few days after.

GENESIS

“Ma’am, you have to eat, you have been in here for a long time now,” Margaret said for what seemed to be the hundredth time if not more. But as I had been doing, I ignored her and concentrated on the painting in front of me.

Weeks ago I had turned one of the spare rooms into a beautiful studio of mine and had left everything because things came up. That morning I decided to go into the studio and the moment I did, inspirations came, thoughts came, feelings flowed and I was picking my brush and doing what I ought to before I knew it. I poured out my heart into the painting, letting my feelings flow and reminding myself why I loved painting again. It was so early in the morning I left my room and Margaret had been bothering me ever since.

“I will, just give me a moment,” I said to her and heard her groan lowly behind me.

“You have been saying that all day ma’am,” she replied and I smiled.

“What do you mean by all day?” I asked her, knowing I just got there and I knew it wasn’t that long since that I got there.

“You have been in here all day without food, you have to eat something,” she replied and it was my turn to groan. She was being pretty adamant about letting me have my peace.

“I will do that soon, just drop it at the side,” I said to her, determined to finish what I had started. No more words came from her after that and I heard the door shut behind me and knew that she was gone. I was able to focus again.

It took a while, I couldn’t tell how long it took because I was so engrossed in what I was doing, nothing around me mattered anymore but Margaret returned. Hearing the door shut again, followed by footsteps made me annoyed because I knew she was coming to do more.

“Ma’am…” She called out and I couldn’t help but groan because I knew whatever she had to say to me was going to get up frustrated.

“What is it again?”

by the

yet, I would eat soon” I replied without taking my eyes

thought about Jordan all day. It wasn’t a bad

“Your boss doesn’t care about me Margaret, nothing would happen” I replied dryly and pushed the thought of him away from my

and I would get in trouble if he

was so

the need to show my appreciation and gratitude for bringing my sister and had sought for ways to see him. All to no avail. I was living with Jordan in the same house and yet

always tell me that it was him who brought me back to my room. I would go downstairs in search of him, just to thank him for being weirdly concerned and caring and wouldn’t see him most of the time. But whenever I do, he quickly leaves when he sees me. I had thought of it as nothing at first, but when time went on, I realized that it

breakfast and I was really happy, so I walked down the stairs energetically towards him, but the moment he saw me coming, he stood up and walked away like he didn’t ju ist see that I was trying to get to him. He stood up so abruptly like I was someone or something that shouldn’t get to him and I quickly understood that he was avoiding me and was so good at it. It also explained to me why I seldom see him and when I do, it was his back or with sleepy eyes. It made me sad that he was doing that when I thought that we had grown past that stage where he had to do that. I went back upstairs annoyed at his actions and thought about why he would be avoiding me and came to the conclusion that it was either Samantha’s orders that he avoided me or he was trying to save himself and his girlfriend from my wrath over the case of my kidnap and who

stopped attempting to talk to him or thank him or show myself to him. I reminded myself that I was nothing but his trophy wife after all and

like I am some sort of disease. Trust me when I say he wouldn’t come here”

added and heard her sigh very deep. Then it went quiet. I wasn’t sure she was gone or if she still stood there, whatever the case was I

much, my back was beginning to ache and become sore and the thought of continuing another day came to mind even when I

me, so close, it frightened me. From the corner of my eyes, I picked up someone and quickly turned my head to the

and just remained bent down as he stared at what I was doing. I stared at him wide-eyed and shocked that he was standing in there with me. When he was done scrutinizing what I was doing, he turned to me and

He was looking handsome with a black suit and his hair was perfectly laid

starve yourself because of a painting” he spoke to me for

“I didn’t starve myself” I replied and

it” he explained and I scoffed. Jordan was confusing, so confusing, he was giving me a headache already. He was the one who avoided me, the one who acted like I didn’t exist and now he was in my studio and was speaking like he didn’t avoid me from