He hates me. That was stuck in my mind. I don't know what he's been referring to yesterday that it made me think that it was about his father’s condition to him. I can't help but sigh as I look at the sleeping state of Denver. He slept outside his room last night and chose the sofa here in his living room. He looks uncomfortable in his position. His lips were a bit parted.
I adjusted the covering of his blanket before I stood up. It was already five in the morning, and I need to prepare breakfast for both of us before I go to school. I went to the kitchen and prepared the things I need. I cook the rice first before I start by chopping some ingredients. I used an egg whisk for the eggs that I saw inside Denver's refrigerator. It was the only available.
After I finished, I laid it all out on the kitchen island double that served as a dining table of his condo. I made two coffees for both of us before I went back to the living.
“I should wake him up,” I mumble to myself.
I went back to the living room only to see Denver sitting on the sofa. He was staring in front of him which is only the glass window of the condominium. I felt my heart hammer fast than its normal pace for a split second as I stared at him. I smiled as he suddenly gaze at me.
“Good morning.”
He stood up and went in my direction. He stood up in front of me that I need to look up at him just to meet his gaze. I froze when he caressed my cheeks before he leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
“W-what’s that for?” I stuttered, still meeting his gray eyes when they met mine.
“Just a ‘good morning’,” he said and smirked at me before he dragged me towards the kitchen. I sat in front of him as he put the rice on my plate. I just smiled at his gesture. “Eat, young lady. I will eat with you after I took a bath, hmm.”
I furrowed. “Why?”
“You’re going to be late. I don’t want you to be distracted.” He smiled before he left me alone. I just follow him a look as he went inside his room. I just sighed as I start eating my breakfast.
I felt disappointed again. I thought we will eat together. I even cook for him. Is he really that pissed at me that he doesn’t want to dine with me? He acts okay in front of me but it feels like he doesn’t want to be with me.
He even kissed my forehead and cheeks whenever he has a chance but still, it doesn’t mean anything, right? Right?
I sighed with that thought. I'm overthinking again.
And also, what does he mean by that? I will get distracted if I will eat with him? Huh? It’s still early though and didn’t see the uniform that I used yesterday? Should I go to my house first to change?
I was interrupted when I felt someone behind me. I smell his perfume as he took a sit in front of me. I didn’t glance at Denver when he took a sit in front of me.
“Hey.”
“Huh?”
“I will drive you to school,” he uttered and my eyes gaze up at him. I immediately met his gray eyes.
“You don’t need to…”
I am just adjusting because it feels not right to be with him. It feels like he is just enduring the time to be with me. He’s not that kind but not that bad too.
But you need to be with him, Sharmienne. He's your husband... Unofficially.
“Why?” He furrowed his brows. “You don’t want me to drive you to your school?”
“Y-yes. It just does not feels right. My classmate might see you.” I reasoned out.
I was okay with him driving me to school. It's just I don’t want him to think that I’m being too dependent on him. He might think I’m clingy too. Maybe next tim—
“Sharmainne, I won’t buy that reason.”
“But…”
“I need to talk to you after this,” he said, with a bit higher tone. I feel like he was annoyed that he was clenching his jaw. I just nodded and didn’t rebut at him.
After I ate, I wash my plates before I went inside Denver’s room. I was inside the bathroom when I heard Denver’s voice outside.
“Your uniform is here,” he uttered after he knock at the door. I didn’t answer him and just continue washing my hair. It was exactly six in the morning when I finished.
I smiled as I saw my uniform on the bed, completely neat and clean. I felt my cheeks blush when I saw my undergarments beside it. I can’t imagine how Denver holds them with his hands. I school my head, still stuck with that thought.
I was brushing my hair when Denver entered his room.
“You will live here, just for a while,” he said as he sat on his bed. I stood in front of him as I fixed my hair. “I have a plan for our set-up.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I told our parents that we need to live together. We need to know each other first before we settle in this marriage.”
My forehead creased at what he said. My hand stopped brushing my hair and stared at his serious face. He is staring back at me with the same intensity on his gray orbs. I can’t keep but get worried about what he said.
I know I should disagree, but I cannot tell him my reasons now. He will definitely find a way to stop this wedding. He is persistent to stop this, but it is not a valid reason for me to agree with him. Should I act that I want his idea too?
“You are starting this plan now?” I asked with a slight nod. He kept his eyes on me as if he were waiting for me to answer. “Until when is this plan of yours?”
“I don’t have any specific date, yet. This is just to slow the preparation for our wedding.”
“But why would you let me sign a Marriage of Contract last night?” I asked. “Why not wait for the date that our parents’ scheduled?”
“I can’t pretend to be in a relationship for that long, Sharmienne. It is stressful as f*ck. I want this relationship to be real. It’s also my reminder that I already have a partner.”
“It’s complicated,” I mumbled.
“You don’t need to understand that. Temporarily, you are my girlfriend, and in the next few days, you will be my wife.”
“Denver…”
“Just trust me with this one, young lady. I know you don’t want this marriage too.”
If only you know…
I nodded. “I understand.”
“Good. Now, we’ll be going to your school. You need to transfer to another school.”
“Wait, what?”
“As what I’ve said earlier, you will live with me. I will transfer you to C.H.U.”
“Okay. As if I have a choice,” I mumbled to myself. I looked away from him and continued combing my hair until I felt his arms wrapped around my waist and hugging me from my back. “Denver…”
I bit my lips as I felt his fine breathing on my neck. My heart beats so fast that I can’t even acknowledge my own breath. I gasped when I heard his husky, low voice in my ear.
“Remember, I still hate you. I wish it’s a mutual feeling.”