"You don't have to do that." I spoke as I rubbed the back of my hand and stared at Kerrick closely.
"Tend to your burn, I'll finish dinner."
He stirred the pot and lowered the flame beneath as bubbles of steam rose from it.
"Kerrick, I can still do it." I objected while reaching for the spoon.
"It's already done." He pulled back and stopped me. I gave up and sighed before going over to the sink and turning the tap on over my hand.
"Don't do that."
"Cold water will only irritate it more." He scooped hot noodles into the dishes on the counter then poured warm sauce over it. "There's an ointment in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, use that."
He brought the plates to the table but I didn't move until his eyes landed on me.
"What is it?"
"How is it that you can cook?"
He narrowed his eyes and sighed before sitting back in his chair.
"I'm not as useless as you think I am."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then why would you ask a question like that?"
I looked down at my stinging hand, I wanted to ignore the pain but it was becoming worse.
"Kerrick, what do you think of me?"
He furrowed his brows at my question but he didn't seem too perplexed.
"You ask too many unnecessary questions, go and dress your hand then come back and eat dinner with me."
His eyes fell on my hand and he snatched it tightly, I cringed back but he didn't let go.
"Don't lie to me. You got an awful burn and I can see it on your face that it still hurts."
He released his grasp and I pulled back my hand. The tight hold he had on it made the stinging worse by three folds, so I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath.
"You don't have to pretend to be strong all the time."
I shot him a glance but didn't say anything because of the spams of pain streaming through my hand. I wanted to retort his words but I decided not to because it was already enough that he had added insult to injury- literally.
I left and went to the bathroom for the ointment but I didn't return to him. I sat in our bedroom alone, dressing my burning hand slowly with clenched teeth. Honestly I couldn't handle the aching, pulsating pain but I had no one to complain to but myself so I kept quiet.
Kerrick wasn't going to pity me, so I had to deal with my problems alone. I wasn't too afraid when I was going to marry him because I thought I was dealing with someone who was kind. All the men I knew where rather like my father or Daniel but Kerrick was a whole addition by himself. It made me wonder what other kind of people existed in the world.
"I'm not hungry."
He pushed the door in and stared at me but I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I shrugged at him and returned my attention to my hand.
The cheeriness I usually felt around myself was disappearing little by little with every day I spent with Kerrick. I could also see it when I looked at myself in the mirror. I longed for the energy and vibe I used to have for life, with Kerrick everything was doused in grey and sadness. The person I was, was slowly dwindling away.
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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...