•𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1]

10.| 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘.

𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐝:

I yawned as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Safira was cooking and Nyxeris was tailing behind her.

She crouched down to his level and gave him a kiss on his head, he returned the favour with a lick on her cheek, making her giggle.

Leaning against the doorframe, I crossed my arms over my chest and cast a subtle smile at both of them.

Safira must've felt the heat of my gaze as she looked up at me.

“Oh, you're here, come let's have breakfast” saying so, she got up from the crouching position she was in and took out two plates from the cabinet and proceeded to walk towards the dining hall.

Straightening myself, I walked towards her and took the plates from her hand, she gave me a small smile and turned to go take the other things.

I took the plates to the dining hall and proceeded to help her with the other things as well.

“Ahad, I wanted to ask you something” She said and I looked at her, gesturing to her to continue.

“Do you have a vacant room here?” Vacant room? Why would she need it?

“Do you mind telling me why you need a vacant room?” She looked at me, clearly pissed.

Okay, congratulations to myself for pissing off my wife early in the morning.

“I..I mean, why do you need it?”

“I'm in need of a desk because sitting on the couch all day is uncomfortable, and I often end up falling asleep. Sitting on the floor isn't an option either because it's uncomfortable. It would be great to have a desk, and I also need a shelf for my books to tidy things up.”

Okay.

“I'll let you know” she gave me a nod and went away.

Hm. A library and a personal office would be sufficient, right?

I grabbed my phone and messaged my secretary, requesting the best interior designer available and included a few reference pictures to convey my vision.

Ayan: Certainly, sir. I'll reach out to the best candidates and update you once I've spoken with them.

This is one of the reasons I liked Ayan as my secretary, the work was done within no time and everything would be just right.

I quickly finished my breakfast and stood up.
Taking it to the sink, I washed the plate and the glass before I made my way towards the outside.

On my way outside, I looked at Safira having a pained expression on her face as she sat on the couch and held her finger.

I frowned and walked over to her, she stopped blowing on her finger and tilted her head to look at me.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” She said, with an eye roll and continued to blow on her finger.

I sighed and gently took her hand, only to notice a trail of blood leading to her palm.ee

My eyes widened at the amount of blood that spilled out of her finger.

Seriously, what was this woman even doing? She was fine a few minutes ago.

“How did you even get the cut? You were fine at the breakfast table?” I said and took out my handkerchief and wrapped it around her finger.

She snatched her hand back and stormed away.