I was folding a few items of clothing as I watched Kerrick button up his shirt, his gaze directed towards his reflection in the mirror.
I couldn't help staring at his back silently because I was still surprised that he hadn't made any sexual advancements towards me in the night.
I turned back to the clothes I was folding when I noticed from the corner of my eyes that he was watching me quietly.
I didn't utter a single word and only moved to put the clothes away before I noticed he had also moved towards the door before leaving the room.
He was just too puzzling for me, his eyes too obscured for me to see the person behind them.
I left the room shortly after to meet him downstairs as he gathered his things together. He was already leaving for work even though we had only spent two days together.
I knew this was a busy time of year for him as his father had told me - which was partly the reason why we didn't have a honeymoon and only a few days together but I didn't want him to leave yet. Possibly it was because I was afraid to be left in this strange house alone or because I wanted answers from him but I just didn't want him to leave yet.
"Kerrick." His dark eyes drifted over to me, his dull expression unchanging.
It was so difficult to talk to him, so difficult to express myself but there were so many things I wanted to tell him and ask.
One of the main things on my mind was why had he chosen to marry me? Why an arranged marriage at all? What was he to gain?
Many times before the wedding I had tried to ask him, but the concentration of his gaze on me was always suffocating. Now that we were married I had seen so many sides to him that asking him now was out of the question.
"Let me make you breakfast."
"I'll eat at work, that isn't necessary."
"No." I said a little boldly, taking even myself a back. "It's not healthy to travel on an empty stomach and it's better to eat at home than while working."
He stared at me unblinkingly for a moment, my heart racing as I wondered if I had said anything wrong.
Relief poured into me as he agreed with a nod and I hurriedly went to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast for him.
I wasn't exactly used to domestic life or being an obedient docile servant or wife but I was willing to bear with it in light of the situation.
If I had my way, I would've liked to take hold of the situation and sort out my differences and expectations with Kerrick, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
For now I was trying to do as much as I could as his wife because I had put myself in this situation and after all he was still my husband.
As soon as I had served him breakfast I joined him at the table and ate with him. The silence in the room was stifling but not as tense as before.
"So, um, when will you leave from work?"
He said nothing for a while, which I thought was him seemingly ignoring me until I felt his gaze.
"I'll be back around five."
It surprised me greatly that he didn't snap at me but worried me at the same time at the reluctance he showed whenever he was going to speak.
"Oh." I said anyways.
As soon as he was finished eating, he left the table and gathered his things before making his way to the door.
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The Good WifeRomance
Delancy lives with her father and works in his store. When the store falls into debt she agrees to marry the son of her father's wealthy friend. Marrying a man she could barely understand was difficult but the challenges she encounters as she tries...