BETROTHED TO THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 22

We don't need to fight all the time. This is when we both need each other. I will be there for her now and she will be there for me. If only I can summon up the courage to tell her everything I have in mind but I doubt that she would understand my perspective.

She seems to have a different view of everything.

I have come to terms with my Mother's health. I visited the doctor and spoke to him about her treatment. He told me the same thing Valerie said. We shouldn't force her. We should just try to make her happy and see how things turn out to be.

It hurts. The thought of it alone pierces my heart with a dagger but there is absolutely nothing I can do.

I enter inside the mansion, nodding to the greetings of the maids as I focus on taking the staircase up to our room, my briefcase dangling right beside me.

Within minutes, I am in front of the door and I turn the doorknob to see that it is locked.

I furrow my brows. Isn't she here?

I quickly dip my hand into the briefcase to fish out the room key. Valerie must have gotten the spare key from the head maid because I know I didn't give her any key.

I always lock my room before heading out but that has changed now. She is always in the room whenever I leave for work so I don't lock the door anymore.

Realizing that I am currently unlocking the door, I wonder where Valerie has gone. She is always indoors. She is always in the room whenever I come back from work too.

The door unlocks and I push it open to enter. My gaze falls immediately on the empty space where her bed was this morning before I left for work. 

She must be in her room then. Maybe she has gone back to her original room. It isn't raining today after all.

With a nod at my own thoughts, I turn back to go out and check her room. I just need to give her the gift as a form of apology for what I did last night and then everything will go back to normal. We can start making plans to go on dates according to the contracts as soon as I confirm with her if she has already signed the contract.

I find myself in front of her room within seconds and I turn the doorknob. It is also locked.

My brows are furrowed further in confusion.

She isn't in my room neither is she in hers. Where the hell is she then?

Remembering that I have her number which I saved last night after she pointed it out that I haven't saved her number, I dial it and put the phone to my ears, standing in front of her door to know if she is actually out or inside sleeping.

If she is out, where the hell did she go without informing me? It is getting late already and she shouldn't be out by this time without a guard or a driver.

I can't believe I am worried and angry as the phone goes to voicemail.

She isn't picking.

Why isn't she picking up? Where the hell did she go? Is she with my Mother? Or her Mother?

I drop the phone off my ears and try her number once more.

Still the same.

I keep redialing her number till it becomes unreachable. I feel a pang of disappointment with a mixture of panic.

Where has she gone? Does this have anything to do with what I said to her last night? Is she ok? Is she brooding over last night?

Wait.

Brooding? Is this about her ex-boyfriend? Is she with him?

What the hell! Why will she be with him? They aren't together anymore and she is married to me.

The more questions I ask myself, the angrier I become at myself for not being man enough to handle someone I call my wife. 

She disrespects me and that is why she feels she can leave the house at any time of the day without my consent.

With a deep frown on my face, I stroll back toward my room. I am suddenly wondering why I had to waste my time and effort by going to get her a gift when it isn't even sure if she is going to accept it.

I get to my door and turn the doorknob just in time for me to hear the sound of heels clacking on the staircase leading to my room.

Instinctively, I look back to see Valerie walking slowly up the staircase with her head bowed.

She looks downcast.

She gets to the last stairs and finally gazes up to see me standing with my right hand on the doorknob and my left hand gripping my briefcase firmly so it won't fall down out of shock.

She is looking like a goddess. Stunningly dressed in a white floral print midi dress that stops below her knees, her pack down, and her lips in red lipstick.

Where the hell did she go in this dress? Where the hell is she coming from by this time of the night?

Before I can find my voice, to either ask her calmly or shout at her, she walks past me heading towards her own room. I watch her open the door and enter without sparing me a glance.

Then, she slams the door shut.

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What is wrong with our drama queen this time? Is she still giving him a silent treatment?

Ryan is sorry, isn't he?

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