Mr Billionaire's Unwanted Wife novel Chapter 9

Biting down on my bottom lip, I moaned as I felt my wrist burn with unbearable anguish. I stuffed the final file into a drawer that I'm putting in alphabetical order as per his request for me.

I looked at the clock, it was 10 p.m., I peeked inside his office, which was vacant, and I dashed to the balcony, where I saw him driving his car away from his company's building.

Everyone is leaving; I should leave as well because this is my final assignment of the day.

I dragged my feet towards my desk, swiftly turning off the laptop and retrieving my handbag.

I came down, wrapped my arms around myself, and walked down the road at night, it took me two hours to walk to the mansion because I didn't have enough money to book a cab, and I was very hungry because I brought lunch back from the Starbucks cafe during my lunch break at the office, as I didn't have enough money to afford a cab.

Guards greeted me as I entered the mansion.

I walked straight to the kitchen to get something to eat, checked my phone, and it was 11 p.m. It took me two hours to go home.

I opened the fridge, my stomach growling and my limbs becoming heavy because I hadn't eaten anything since the morning.

I took out the grilled veggies with hummus wraps and placed them on a plate for myself, smiling internally because I had never seen such delicious food in my life; my aunt never gives me decent food to eat; I always have to eat leftovers, and I have to go to bed on an empty stomach most of the time.

I took the tray and prepared to walk towards the dining room, but I abruptly stopped when I realised that I am nothing more than his maid; for all the world, I am his wife, but in reality, I am nothing to him; I believe he will never like me to eat in his luxurious dining room, so I quickly sat on the kitchen floor in Indian style, and just ate a bite, I gasped in pain, and breathing heavily; I looked at my wrist, which was becoming worse now; It's just a piece of glass, and I've already removed it, but I still get the illusion that something is embedded deep under my flesh.

With much effort, I got out a fork and ate with it.

I went inside his room, but it was vacant; he was probably in his study room.

I changed into my pajamas and lay down on the floor; I winced again as my hand touched the floor, but I managed to tolerate it and closed my eyes immediately.

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I awoke, wiped my eyes, and glanced about; it was already dawn.

I had straightened my body posture and was about to stand, but something caused me to halt.

It's my hand that can accomplish this, which is covered in a medicine bandage, and I've inclined my head backward.

I let out a gasp as I realised it could only be him because he is the only one who has entry to his bedroom.

I looked around but couldn't find him; I looked at the digital clock; it was already midday, and I had a conference with him at 9 p.m.

I frowned as I looked about, unsure of what was going on.

What am I going to do next?

I hurriedly stand but am surprised by a tap at the door, which I answer to find Celine, who is smiling warmly.

"Hey, I came here to inform you that when you're ready, please call me and I'll bring your breakfast here," she remarked.

I questioned her, twitching my fingers and gulping down, "Is Adrain already gone to the office?"

"Oh, yeah, I was about to tell you that he said you may come to his office in the afternoon today," she said

Why did he reduce my working hours?

"Why?" I murmured, almost as if I was asking myself.

"I'm not sure why, but I think it's because of your injured hand," she said, pointing to my wrist, which was wrapped in a medicine bandage.

"Yes, I want to know who did this," I said, raising my brows and showed her my hand with a medicine bandage.

She shrugged and added, "It's obvious, Mr. Campbell did it."

"This is so unexpected," I thought to myself as I looked down at my hand.

He cares about me, even though I'm sure he'll never admit it.

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After entering the information into the system, I filed another file away in a drawer.

I sat back in my chair, took a deep breath, and examined my hand.

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I was strolling aimlessly when I was abruptly slammed into someone.

My body trembled as I felt my eyes widen and my chest get heavy, but nothing happened as I felt my waist was being held by a strong set of arms.

With a jolt in my heart and a thumping heart, I held that person so fiercely.

"Relax," When I heard an authoritative voice, I gulped and glanced up. It was simply my husband.

I took a fast step back from him.

I looked around, but not in his eyes, and my cheeks began to flush.

"You should be careful," he warned as he examined my wrist, which had been damaged the day before. I halted and gazed at him, frozen in place.

What happened to him, and why is he acting as if he cares about me?

"I.....I am better," I said as my hands began to shake violently. I hastily snatched my hands away from his grip, feeling an empty pit in my stomach.

"Go home," he said.

"Go home," I replied, my gaze clouded, "but why isn't my job done yet?"

He frowned as he replied, "My folks are coming today to meet you."

"W...what," I said, biting my lower lip.

I was walking down the street, clutching my purse so hard, his parents were coming, and I had no idea what I was going to do, so I came to a halt in the middle of the road, squeezing my wrist.

Why are his parents coming? How will I act in front of them? Technically, I am also betraying their son because my brother ran away with his fiancee and is already making my life a living hell.

They'll despise me.