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.

it again?” I asked

sitting by the corner” she

soon” I replied

time I had thought about Jordan all day.

“Your boss doesn’t care about me Margaret, nothing would happen” I replied dryly and

and I would get in trouble if he

I was so sure

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 we couldn’t

in my room and whenever I ask the guards who Jordan assigned to keep charge of me, they 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

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

stopped, I 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

avoiding me like I am some sort of disease. Trust me when I say he wouldn’t come here” I told Margaret with more

her sigh very deep. Then it went quiet. I wasn’t sure she was gone or if she still

my back was beginning to ache and become sore and the thought of continuing another day came to mind even when I knew I was done with my painting

my eyes, I picked

and shocked that he was standing in there with me. When he was done scrutinizing what I was doing, he turned to me and grinned, then he stood erect and adjusted his

a black suit and his hair was perfectly laid

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

myself” I replied

don’t like 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