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"Why would you burn all my clothes?"
"Because you needed new ones. I can't let people see you dressed anyhow. You're my wife for goodness sake."
He threw the duvet that covered half his body, standing up like he hadn't done something so frustrating.
He was dressed in a black underwear that I had to try my best not to look below his waist.
"So what am I going to wear, I don't think you expect me to walk around with a robe all day, do you?" My frown was more intense at that moment.
He sighed, heading towards his closet, which he opened to reveal the most beautiful set of clothes, mostly dominated by suits.
"I told someone to pick out your most beautiful and fair enough cloth so that's what you'll wear to go shopping today," he spoke so indifferently, it only made my blood boil.
"You're so annoying, making Suzy miss out on the fun of going shopping with her sister."
He picked out a beautiful gray shirt and black pants, dropping them neatly on the bed. "I think you can do more of that after her recovery, for now go get new clothes."
"Can Rose tag along at least?"
He started towards a door I assumed to lead to the bathroom, "I couldn't care less."
When he held the door knob, he tilted his head in my direction, "won't you take your leave or do you plan on staying here till I come from the shower?"
I immediately turned to leave.
Why did he have to say that! Now, he'd created images of himself in my mind that I didn't want.
Leaving his room, I sauntered to mine, where I collapsed on the bed once inside, waiting for whoever would be bringing my clothes to arrive.
To buy time, I picked my phone that laid on the bed, dialing Rose's number.
"What's up?" Her voice echoed after the second ring.
"Are you busy today?"
"Hmm let me see, I do have some things to take care of, why?"
"I just want to know if you can go shopping with me today."
"Shopping?"
"Apparently, Don says he doesn't want me dressed in my usual and completely normal style of dressing-"
"I get his point, you can dress terrible sometimes."
I totally ignored her comment, "so he got all my clothes burned," that made her chuckle, "and now I'm going to some mall to get clothes that'd show my wealth."
"Wow," she sighed dreamily, "you're so lucky."
"So will you tag along?"
"Will you buy some stuff for me?"
"Yeah-"
"Send me your home address, I'll be there in a jiffy," before I could say more, she'd hung up.
A knock came from the door.
I guessed it was going to be whoever was with my clothes, "come in."
Elated to have something to wear and not feel naked in this foreign house, I jumped to my feet.
The door opened and surprisingly, the person who walked in looked nothing like a maid.
She was clad in a grey A line dress, and also possessed straight and beautiful blonde waist length hair.
She was an epitome of beauty with perfectly shaped jaw and green eyes that made her even more breath-taking.
I noticed she was holding clothes I assumed was mine.
A warm smile spread across her features. "Good morning Mrs Jones, I'm Hane Rodger, your personal assistant s***h maid."
"Personal assistant?"
"Yes, if you need anything, all you have to do is ring the bell beside your bed and I'll be at your service."
Why on earth did I have a personal assistant or maid whatever? "But why? I mean why do I have a personal assistant."
"You can also consider me a friend," she continued, totally ignoring my question, "if you ever want to talk to about anything, I'll be happy to offer a listening ear."
"Wow, so the personal assistant has a personal assistant, cool." The thought bought a smile to my face.
"I'm happy you're happy."
Creepy.
She just stood like some kind of statue of something.
Moving towards me, she stretched the hand that held the clothes. "I'll be following you to buy all the stuff you want to buy."
"Oh, that'll be nice." I took the clothes from her, taking off the robe.
I had a bra and knickers on so I just put on the grey shirt and blue jean trouser.
"You look great Mrs Jones," she still had the smile on her face.
"Oh thanks," I scanned myself in the mirror but still looked like my normal self, "you should call me Eri, Mrs Jones sounds weird."
"Mrs Eri?"
"Nah, just Eri."
"Oh, okay Eri." I could sense she wasn't comfortable calling me by my name but I was sure she'd get used to it.
I turned to her. "You look beautiful by the way."
A blush curled up her cheeks as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
"How old are you?"
"I'm 23."
Wow, this was going to be my first time being close to someone who wasn't Suzy or Rose.
Sweet.
***
"I can't believe I've been given the opportunity to shop in this huge and obviously classy place they call a mall." Rose twirled around, causing me to laugh.
She was right, this place was heavenly.
I was sure whatever was sold here would be very expensive and probably made from famous people.
"Yes, this is the place where most celebrities get their clothes." Hane explained.
"And you're certain I can spend as much amount of money I can because I want you to know that I'll probably be finishing your $500000." Rose's excitement was evident all over her face.
"Oh dear, I'm not the one paying for this, it's Don who's paying."
"Well then, what are we waiting for let's start shopping."
Although happy to shop, I couldn't help the sadness that stayed in me, which was evident in my sigh, "I just wish Suzy was here."
She placed a hand on my shoulder. "As soon as Suzy's recovered, we'll all go on a trip to maybe another country. Buy as many stuff we want, have as much fun we can have, okay?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Now let's get shopping! Woohoo!" She ran to where I had no idea, but followed her.
We bought as many things we could buy not caring about the price of it.
I mean he's about to be a trillionaire, let me enjoy from his wealth before we get a divorce.
I just wished Suzy was present but either ways, I'm happy she's safe.
I would give her a visit tomorrow, I'm sure she'd be so confused staying alone in that hospital.
Gosh, I miss her like crazy.
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