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?” I asked expressing

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are not bad yet, I would eat soon” I replied without taking my eyes off what

first time I had thought about Jordan all day. It wasn’t a bad thing to think about him

happen” I replied dryly

“Yes he does and I would get in trouble if he comes in

I was so

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 see

I don’t sleep, I stay in the kitchen or movie room and keep myself busy till I would sleep off. But every morning, I find myself back 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 leaves when he sees me. I had thought of it as nothing at first, but when time

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

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 all and nothing would change that. He had done nothing after all and had done

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

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

I was getting tired of bending down so much, my back was beginning to ache and become sore and the thought of continuing another day came to mind even

someone was close to me, so close, it frightened me. From the corner of my eyes, I picked

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

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

yourself because of a painting” he spoke to

didn’t starve myself” I replied

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