I kept silence. 

“Or are you sad that Mr. Skyler won’t return home today?” She giggled. 

I continued to keep silence. 

“Just because someone doesn’t love the way you in the way that you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” 

Huh!! Love!! My inners laughed inside me. 

“I know its not my place to say anything. But since I know Mr. Skyler, I would only say that don’t just go off on your own.” 

“Is it okay if I want to be greedy one more time?” A sudden question prompted out of my mouth before I realized. 

I blinked my eyes numerous times as it was unbelievable for me to expect such a thing coming out from my mouth. 

“Yes! Why not! There’s nothing wrong in it. My hunch is always correct.” 

This time I plainly nodded. 

“Miss Angethes! Let me help you with the dishes. I’m bored to the core.” I changed the topic. 

“No! No! Mr. Ares! It’s my work. Let me do it.” 

“It’s fine! I insist Miss Angethes!” 

“No! Until I’m in-charge of the kitchen, everything will be my responsibility.” 

“Then, let me clean the table for you.” 

“Mr. Ares! I don’t want to get into trouble. Please rest in your room and call me if you need anything.” 

“Ok! Ok! I’ll go into my room. Thanks for the food Miss Angethes.” I got up to proceed to my room. 

“ Its fun seeing you calm when you’re actually not.” She giggled making me flushed. “Rest well Mr. Ares.” And she went on with her work. 

The next morning I got busy in the college and the day went smoothly. In the evening I returned back hoping to see a familiar face. 

“Mr. Ares! Mr. Skyler tried to reach you several times but you didn’t receive the call. So he called me to pass on the message that he’s returning today. Since the flight got delayed, he’ll be late.” 

“Ok” I simply answered and went to change my clothes. 

“Mr. Ares! I’ve kept your dinner ready. Tell me when to serve you.” 

“Miss Angethes! You can go home now. I’ll have it on my own. Thanks” I shouted from inside my room. 

As I walked to the empty hallway, my mind was conflicted. Should I wait for him or have my dinner alone. Maybe I should wait...but then he’ll get a reason to tease me again. But I can wait...I mean it is not good to eat alone... Shut up Ares!!! Stop the lame excuses to wait for him. It will be best if I leave him alone. Moreover, he already mentioned that since our marriage isn’t based on love, it’s better to part ways. I sighed due to my inner conflicts. 

It was already more than three times when I went to and fro in the kitchen. What if he eats before coming while I wait for him here? Let’s not make unnecessary chaos. And I finally decided to have my dinner. 

Crunching and smashing the food, my thoughts flew past to when I decided to trash my feelings for him. Happier the memories, the more pain I’m in. I cannot become a leech in his life. Just how nothing matters to him now, I should do the same. ( I sighed) My heart pinched a little as I inhaled. Now I realized how heavy my thoughts are!

After finishing the food and washing the dishes, I moved inside the empty bedroom. I took my pillow and quilt and left the room. It was pre-decided while I had my dinner that I’ll sleep on the couch to not entangle each other anymore. 

I was asleep as soon as my head rested on the pillow. It was good to give my unnecessary thoughts a pause. 

The next morning I peeked through the quilt, my eyes were hurting. Maybe yesterday I worked too much infront of the computer at the college. I shoved the quilt off by my legs and pushed myself to the washroom with my half-opened eyes. 

“Ahhh! Crapppp!!” I shouted as soon as I opened the door. 

My stud muffin was standing shirtless in the washroom doing his business. 

I instantly closed the door and shouted, “Who doesn’t lock the door? How can someone forget that?” 

“I never had to as I lived alone.” He shouted from inside. 

So does it makes any sense? Was it now my fault that I lived with him? I sighed thinking how easily he can pass on his fault on to me!!! 

I went back and sat on the bed waiting for him to come out when suddenly I remembered that last night I slept on the couch. I felt creepy inside me. Was it he? 

Oh no!! He...he....might have carried me to the bed. “Ahhhh crappp!” I cried in disbelief. 

“What happened? Did your stomach hurt?” 

“No! Have you carried me......did you put me back....I mean....I was on the couch...was it you who...” 

“What are you murmuring? Speak clearly.” And he came towards me. 

“I mean...when....when did you return...I slept on the...” 

“Oh! You don’t have to feel bad. Its not like you love me that I’ll expect you to wait. You were sound asleep in the bed when I came back.” 

Ok. So that means I woke up half asleep and came to bed myself. But realizing that, I wasn’t much happy. Why??