Loving the Cold Husband

Chapter 7

One of the rules Tasha set for herself was not to fall too deeply in love with her husband. As much as possible, she would strive not to invest romantic feelings in Carson. Because one of her beliefs was that he would eventually leave her once their company became more stable and he paid off his debt gratitude to her dad.

Carson Montero has been a billionaire since birth. With the wealth he possessed, a snap of his fingers could make anything in the world possible. Tasha is no longer hoped that Carson would soften toward her in any way. But it is nothing to lose to try and make him at least casual towards her in her own way. Even just a bit.

Carson gave her a black card. He entered their room just to give it to her. "What am I supposed to do with this?" Tasha asked Carson with a hint of curiosity, looking at the black card he handed her. She knew how to use it but why did he need to give her one?

"One of your privileges, Natasha. Women love to go shopping. Buy everything that will make you happy."

Was that how he saw her? As someone who enjoys spending money recklessly.

Yes, she grew up in a wealthy family, but her mother taught her to value her belongings. Her parents also instilled in them not to waste money on material things that they wouldn't frequently use. They were raised to be appreciative and not to be extravagant.

She took one of Carson's hands and placed the black card in it. "I am not one of those women you're referring to, whose lives revolve around material things. I don't need to buy things to feel happy. My desires are simple, and money can't buy them," she said before turning to leave the room.

Before Tasha could reach the door, she looked Carson once again, who had also turned to look at her. The black card was tightly held in his hand.

"One more thing: if you can't stand having someone else sleep in your room, you don't have to endure sleeping in the living room. Your house has a guest room; I'll stay there. And you can use your room again."

"You're not sleeping there," he retorted firmly.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Was she doing the right thing? It seemed like Carson's gaze darkened even more.

Tasha could barely move from where she stood as Carson walked towards her. But, to the best of her ability, she showed him that she wasn't afraid. Even though she was deep inside, her knees were on the verge of trembling.

"What did you say?" Carson's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're probably not deaf. If you won't treat me as your wife while we're here together. So, for the sake of fairness, I won't consider you my husband either. That's why I'll sleep in the guest room, whether you like it or not."

They exchanged glances for a few moments.

"If my mom visits, don't worry, I'll tell her how good you've been to me. So kind," she added sarcastically.

"Are you pissing me off, lady?"

Only then did Tasha discreetly swallow. "Me and my big mouth," she thought. Did Carson not like being answered back? Or had she pushed his patience too far?

Patience? Does he even have that?

Will she be intimidated? In the few days they've been together, she's becoming immune to his grumpiness. It's almost as if his rough demeanor is becoming oddly delightful. However, when she thought about her father, who now owes a huge debt of gratitude to Carson, she quickly snapped back to reality.

She lowered her gaze.

"When I say you won't sleep there, you won't sleep there."

"But if you won't sleep in your room, I won't follow," she said, looking at him again. "Are you afraid to be next to me?" she boldly asked, accompanied by a slight laugh.

Then, she raised both her hands to adjust the collar of his polo. "Don't worry, Mr. Montero. I know I'm not the type of woman you like. Calm down, because our feelings are mutual. You're not the kind of man I prefer either. It's clear to me that we're only bound by this marriage because we both want to help my dad. The only difference is, I'm willing to sacrifice myself for my father. Even though the truth is, I don't like this idea. But if it helps my daddy, fine. I'll go along with it. Because that's how much I love my father. I'm also aware that this isn't a long-term thing, so I'll endure being under your control for now," she said as she lowered her hands.

"And if you continue being grumpy with me, maybe consider treating me like a ghost around you. The kind you don't see existing. I'd prefer that. Instead of dealing with your grumpiness every day. In my entire life, you're the grumpiest person I've encountered. I'm not used to it," she admitted, as it was the truth.

"Send a sofa bed to your room, that's where I'll sleep," she said before turning away, not waiting for him to respond.

As she exited their room, it suddenly felt as if her entire system weakened. Talking to Carson was indeed draining.

She went to the pool area and lay down on the soft chair on one side. She used a throw pillow as a makeshift pillow.

Is it really that difficult for a person to be civil? That's all she's asking of Carson. While she waits for the day that he hands her an annulment paper.

"Miss Tasha," Abby hesitantly called out to her after a few moments of staring into the pool area.

"What, Abby?" she replied softly without bothering to look at her.

"Um, Sir wants a cup of coffee," Abby stammered, biting her lower lip. "It seems he prefers your brewed coffee you."

She sighed. Then she finally looked at Abby. "Do you know where to buy love potions?"

"W-what?"

"He needs to be enchanted to behave," she said out of frustration with her extremely cold and grumpy husband.

Abby scratched her nape awkwardly. "Um, Miss, I don't know where to buy those. I'm sorry."

At that moment, Tasha smiled, turning it into laughter. "Just kidding, Abby. You took it seriously," she said with a smile, standing up.

"Let's go to the kitchen," she invited.

"Are you okay, Tasha?"

"I'm okay."

"If you ever feel bored, just let me know. We're happy to chat with you."

"Thank you, Abby."

It's a good thing that Carson's household staff is nice. Because if they had the same attitude as him, she would have gone back to her family by now. After all, it feels like she's not even living with Carson.

Tasha still made coffee for her husband.

Funny how the coffee she prepares for Carson seems to be more agreeable to him.

After preparing coffee for Carson in his study room, Tasha returned to his bedroom. She sighed, remembering his firm objection to her sleeping in a different room.

They already had dinner, and she didn't have anything else to do. She felt too lazy to watch TV, so Tasha opted to go to sleep. However, she didn't lie down in Carson's bed. Since he didn't send a sofa bed, she settled on the soft sofa. She also grabbed a blanket to use as her cover and eventually succumbed to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Tasha was surprised to find herself in bed. Did Carson move her there? Did he carry her?

She didn't want to think that he did. It seemed more plausible that he would just let her continue sleeping on the sofa. After all, he didn't seem to care either way.

Where did her nice husband sleep? Was it on that bed or in the living room again? There were no traces of Carson there.

She carried that curiosity until she got up and headed to the bathroom to relieve herself, still half asleep. She even let out a yawn.

Upon opening the bathroom door, she went straight to the toilet to pee. She closed her eyes, still feeling a bit drowsy. After peeing, she headed to the sink to brush her teeth, closing her eyes once again.

She pondered what to do next while brushing her teeth. After finishing, she rinsed her face to fully wake herself up, still feeling a bit sleepy.

Tasha was drying her face when she caught a glimpse in the mirror of a figure by the jacuzzi. She blinked several times, feeling like her soul almost left her body when she saw Carson in the jacuzzi. It truly woke her up, disrupting even the deepest slumber.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze to where her husband was. It seemed almost intentional when he turned to look at her. He was naked, soaking his body in the bubbly jacuzzi.

Tasha let out a scream when she realized that Carson had witnessed her peeing earlier.

"Lady!" Carson sighed in exasperation.

"Please, stop it, Tasha!"

She didn't stop.

"Do you want me to come over there?"

At that point, Tasha tried to calm herself.

"You're the one who just walked in here," Carson pointed out.

"And you didn't even scold me?!" she freaked out.

"Yeah, you saw me?!"

Carson closed his eyes and went back to relaxing in the jacuzzi. He didn't say a word, but his silence spoke volumes.

It felt like all the blood in Tasha's body had rushed to her head. If he saw her, those moments felt more shameful than losing her dignity.

"Why didn't you say anything? You saw me come in here, and you didn't even say a word. Is it my fault that you didn't lock the door?"

Carson opened his eyes again, looking at her. "Should I be the one adjusting for the both of us?"

She bit her lip. This man is truly impossible.

"By the way, I'm the new arrival in your house. Excuse me, okay?" she sarcastically remarked, imagining throwing Carson into the trash bin in her mind.

Before she lost her patience with her husband, Tasha gets out of the bathroom. She headed straight to the bed and face down her face in the pillow before letting out a scream.

How could he act so normal? Meanwhile, she felt like she had lost all dignity in those moments.

It seemed like her mind was intentionally replaying the scene of her peeing in the bathroom earlier. What if it wasn't just peeing? She was sure she would die of embarrassment.