Rebellious miss li

Getting Sick

Asher's POV

As we got back to the luxurious hotel that Mr li fang graciously booked for us, I could not control the smile on my face.

" Well that was definitely something" Davis muttered.

He was right, she was something.

When she had been brought in, my attention was first drawn to her hair.

It was silky and long, falling all over her face. When she stood, she was small, probably around 5'0, and when she had fallen on the floor, I had tried desperately to not roll on the floor in laughter.

She was silly and I knew she had made a huge impression on me.

" Look at you smiling like a lover boy, you barely exchanged a word with her and you are in love? I don't know about her. She seems like too much trouble. What respectable lady runs away from home?" Davis said.

I couldn't see his face but I knew It would probably be covered with a frown.

" She seems alright to me" I muttered, a little scared that he might think of it in another manner and tease me all day about it.

The hotel room was a more of a mini house. It had a bathroom, two rooms conjoined and a small kitchen.

Davis had gone into one of the rooms and slept, his soft snores filling the eerily silent room.

I stayed up, afraid that I might close my eyes and be faced with those might mares again.

They never seemed to go away. They came every night, tormenting me.

As I stood on the balcony, sipping a glass of wine, I could not help but think about how my life would be now. It was only a contractual marriage but it was marriage nonetheless.

As these thoughts rummaged my mind, I saw the sun slowly peek out from the clouds. It was only then that I realized I didn't sleep all night.

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When I got to the mansion, she was standing outside, her father holding her hands gently, boxes arranged neatly, awaiting my arrival.

I tried to see her face, to see the beauty every one praised so much but it was blurry, her face looking like an unfinished art. The eyes, nose and mouth non-existent.

" Good morning Mr li" I greeted, slightly bowing my head to show respect.

Mr li nodded in approval, as he turned to the girl.

" This is my daughter li Jing. You both could not meet yesterday due to some rather unfortunate circumstances. I'm giving her to you now, please take care of her. It would mean the world to me" he said.

I couldn't see his eyes but his voice held so much sadness that I almost felt bad for asking him to do this.

" I promise I would sir" I said solemnly. And I meant it. If anything, I owe this man a pact.

The maids were loading the truck with her numerous suitcases, going and coming as they picked up boxes of probably clothes and shoes.

I was a bit flustered. How could anyone have so much clothing? Was this not going against some rules of fashion at least?

Her father was speaking to her in Mandarin now, speaking softly that even if I did understand the language I probably won't be able to hear it.

She stood there, no head movements to show that she understood. She abruptly pulled her hands away from him, walking into the car and slamming the door.

Davis turned to look at me, his body language expressing shock and a bit of fear.

" I don't really want to drive. I feel like she may stab me when I'm on the road" Davia whispered to me. I rolled my eyes at him, even though I knew his fears were valid.

" This is zi yue, she would be her personal assistant in America. She insisted on taking her along, I really couldn't deny her that" her father said to me sadly, pointing to a girl who bowed.

" Oh it's no bother at all. Plus I think it would be easier for her to adapt if she is with a familiar face" I said.

Her father nodded, telling me he understood perfectly.

" Thank you for understanding, I wish you a safe trip back" he said.

I smiled, getting into the passenger seat. Davis made the sign of the cross with his fingers as he got into the driver's seat.

She sat at the far end of the seat, probably trying to avoid any bodily contact.

As Davis started the car, she said suddenly in English,

" Get out" I looked around, trying to figure out who she was talking to.

" Excuse me?" I asked.

She turned to look at me, and slowly lifted her hands up.

I covered my face, afraid she wanted to hit me. Instead she just pointed at the door.

" I want Zi yue to sit there not you so get out" she said again.

I finally understood what she was saying.

" What do you mean get out? He won't be getting out, young lady" Davis said, turning to look at her from the driver's seat.

She gasped, a hand in her chest. She turned to me quickly.

" Did your driver just disrespect me?" She asked like it was a sort of taboo.

Davis gasped too, of course he would be dramatic about this.

" Did she just call me a driver? You listen to me little Chinese girl, I would not take any form of insolence directed at me or my boss, you understand?" Davis said, wagging his finger at her.

I knew it would all escalate. Davis was never one to back down from a fight.

" Let's all calm down please...." I tried saying, but my voice got drowned with theirs.

" Daddy sent me off with racists?! " She said.

I was having enough of it now. I was so close to exploding at them both and I could feel a headache fast approaching.

" Enough everyone. You want me to get out, sure your maid can sit there. And please Davis not another word from you" I said. I got up, letting the awfully quiet girl sit next to her as I joined Davis at the front.

He did not say anything again but began to mutter about how she was a a spoilt princess.

The ride to the airport was mostly silent, no one saying anything again after the outburst.

As I got down, Davis started offloading the trunk, carrying her never ending suitcases.

I heard her clear her throat from the back just as I was about to walk away.

I turned back, too tired to have another brawl with her.

" Do you need anything?" I asked.

She huffed her chest, crossing her hands and reclining into the seat.

" This is why I hate Americans. Not a single shred of decency left in your kind. You should always open the door for ladies" she said.

I wanted to walk away, to tell her that she has hands and she was just being overbearing. I wanted to call her a racist and send her back to her father's house. But I didn't.

I sighed, turning around the car and opening the door for her to come out. She took her time, carefully dusting her dress and smoothening her hair, before stepping out, head held high and walking posture straight.

The plane ride was very blissful, mostly because she was at another seat entirely, very far from mine and Davis.

It was not up to a day yet and I was already reconsidering my decisions. Do I really need to put up with a spoilt princess for three years?