Heiress Return: His Unwanted Bride

Chapter5

Kayla / Adam

Kayla's Pov

“N - no. Don't hurt me. Please..” I whimpered in my sleep.

Isabel’s loud cackle echoed in my head. “Useless Kayla! Look at her dress. It's so ugly.”

“How about we make it prettier then?” she asked her friends.

I cried out. “No. Please, don't stain my dress. My mom got me this.”

Isabel rolled her eyes. “Your mom is dead!” Then she gestured to her friends. “Grab her!”

The sound of tearing fabric echoed in my head and I awoke with a gasp.

My breath was cool as I exhaled as I hugged myself, shivering from the nightmare. I haven't had one in years and if I did, it was the same one.

I heard a bird chirping by the window and for some odd reason, the morning song relaxed me.

I palmed my forehead and exhaled again. My eyes fell on the mattress and I frowned. “Where is this place?”

Like a heatwave in summer, the realization slapped me square in the face.

I gasped loudly when I remembered everything. I'd gotten married.

Almost without warning, I recalled one of my late mother's words : “The way through a man's heart is through his stomach. Even when your father and I argue, he apologizes the moment I say I won't cook for him anymore. It works like magic.”

I swallowed hard. “Will this even work?... Well, I guess I'd have to give it a try.”

The first thing that hit me when I stepped into the kitchen was the sheer size of it. It looked less like a place to cook and more like a studio. The white marble countertops were polished to perfection and the cabinets gleamed. A massive island sat in the centre crowned by a vase of lilies because why not? Even the flowers had a place here.

“I take it that you like it here?” A female voice asked, interrupting her.

I instantly froze.

The voice laughed and I whipped around to find a young woman a few years older than me.

“Good morning, ma'am. My name is Sally and I'm the chef here.” The blonde introduced herself with a small smile.

I tried not to sound nervous but my own voice betrayed me. “Nice to meet you too.”

Sally pressed a hand on my shoulders I didn't notice were stiff. “You’re going to be okay. Master Adam is a very nice man.”

I swallowed hard. If him scaring me last night with how he wanted to f**k me was nice then I don't ever what to be associated with the word “nice” ever again.

Sally's eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled. “It'll be alright.”

I was forced to smile. In a way, Sally reminded me of my own mother. They had the same blonde hair and kind eyes. The only difference was their eye colour and age. While her mother's eyes were emerald-green, Sally's were black. My mother had lived till her late twenties but Sally looked like she'd live past it.

“Okay.” I said with a nod.

Sally took off her coat and draped it on the rack beside the door. “You can go and rest in your room while I make breakfast, ma'am.”

“No.” I protested.

Sally curled an eyebrow. “No?”

I grabbed an apron hanging off the wall and draped it on. “I want to cook for my husband.”

Sally gasped. “Oh, forgive me, ma'am. That's such a wonderful thing to do, ma'am. Please, use the kitchen as you see fit.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. I had always loved cooking and was a perfect chef as grandpa would say. Grandpa… I would like to visit him today.

With determination raging in my blood, I grabbed a spatula and an empty pan, hoping to God that mom was right about what she said.

Adam's Pov

I awoke at the smell of a delicious aroma.

I sniffed the air and sat up. “That smells really delicious.”

When I heard footsteps approaching, I pushed back the bedcovers and got out of bed.

“Good morning, sir,” Sally knocked softly on the door. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Hmm.” I said as I slipped on my shirt.

Before Sally would step away from the door, I asked. “What is for breakfast?”

“It's a surprise, sir.” She replied with a smile in her voice.

What was she up to this time?

After taking my shower, I slipped into one of my tailored suits like I had done a thousand times. I adjusted my black leather jacket and stared at his reflection in the mirror. A hair slipped out of place and I pat it down to obedience. I turned away from the mirror and walked out of the room.

The scent of perfectly grilled meat filled the air followed by the heavenly smell of my favourite mushroom soup. I knew Sally’s cooking was skilled but never had I experienced something of this nature.

When she left, I reached for the plate of meat. After which, I grabbed the bowl of soup. As I ate, I could feel the storm settle in his stomach.

“This is amazing.” I muttered.

Suddenly, my gaze fell to the empty side beside me and I wondered if Kayla was still asleep.

“Sally?!” I called out.

“Sir?” She stepped into the kitchen, wiping her hands with a napkin.

“Where is my wife?” I asked. The word “wife” rolled out smoothly on my tongue and for some odd reason, I want to say it again.

Sally answered with a smile. “She left for the hospital to see her grandfather.”

Typical. She prefers her grandfather over her own husband.

I resumed eating, not caring if she took any of the cars or ordered an Uber.

“Is there anything else, sir?” Sally quipped.

“Not really,” I reached for a glass of water. “Great cooking by the way.”

Sally's grin widened. “Oh, I didn't make breakfast, sir.”

I froze mid-swallow. “You didn't?”

“No,” she beamed. “Your wife did. She woke up quite early this morning to prepare it.”

“Kayla made breakfast?” My brows furrowed.

“Yes and I must say, she's a better chef than I am,” Sally said. “I hope she cooks more delicious meals for you everyday.”

Those words sent a grin to my lips.

My wife was full of surprises and I can't wait to see what other qualities she has.