Rose waited until the driver had brought in her luggage, at which point she requested that Wayne bring over an old black, leather school case that she brought with her from the village. Wayne was not pleased with being ordered around, but it was about time he accepted Rose as his new mistress, whom she really was.
After rummaging through the case, she brought out a small, worn-out bag. There was a small, round table at the corner of the room that carried a vase that was missing a flower. She took the table and placed down before the nightstand and sat down on it. There were no chairs in Xander’s bedroom for obvious reasons.
From inside the bag, she pulled out a smaller, transparent case carrying needles of different sizes.
“Are you serious?” Xander asked as he watched Rose focused on her work, “Do you actually have a certificate in acupuncture?” One corner of Rose’s mouth rose as she gave him a tiny smile without looking at him.
“I wouldn’t lie. Although… I haven’t treated anyone in over a year,” she said, looking at his face to see he was mildly surprised.
“And… since you don’t want to open the curtains in here, I’m going to have to turn on a light,” she said, turning on the light that was on the nightstand before Xander could object.
Seeing under the bright light stole her breath away from her body. That was the reaction Wayne expected when he was meeting her for the first time outside. Xander was the embodiment of perfection. He had a refined jawline that was neither too strong nor soft. His aloof expression, accompanied by his piercing blue eyes, his slightly pointed nose and filled, dark eyebrows, gave off the air of aristocracy and distance. He looked as though his mind was constantly elsewhere, but he had an attention-grabbing aura as well.
“Get on with it then,” Xander muttered, annoyed. She stared at his face for too long. She feigned a cough and nodded, looking down at her equipment, embarrassed and flushed.
She tried to pull out one of the needles, but her hand was quivering, and it fell through her fingers and down to the floor.
“S-Sorry… Like I said, I haven’t used these in over a year,” she explained, crouching down to pick up the needle. Once she had it, she looked down at it and then at Xander, who was impatiently waiting for her to work her magic.
“I need to disinfect these first,” she said, grabbing the bag of needles and walking over to the larger table in the room where the medication and everything else was kept. She could feel his eyes on her body, judging her.
‘How good could she be?’ Xander thought as his eyes wandered all over her body. She was certainly not dressed like any medical expert that he knew. And she was taught her trade in a village, too. Surely, she could not be better than any of the world-class medical practitioners that Mason traveled the world to find.
She carefully cleaned her tools and once she was done, she returned to the side of the bed and did not sit down this time.
It was at this time that she realized something shocking, and she just stood there, blushing. He needed to be undressed for her to work on him. Xander wondered what was taking so long for her to start and noticed that she was looking at the bed covers over his legs, her face redder than lava. He, too, felt a bit uncomfortable but not too much to bother him. After all, he desperately wanted his legs to be healed.
“Go ahead,” he said, turning his head to look at the window so that she could not see his face. Rose nodded, set down her equipment carefully on the nightstand so that she had easy access to them, and took ahold of the bed covers.
As Rose rolled the bed covers away from his body, Xander thought about a tiny detail that Mason mentioned when he was traveling the world in search of a specialist to heal his legs. There was a mention of a very talented woman who could heal many ailments. Of course, Mason did not believe it was true at the time.
However, when they were becoming more and more desperate, mason did search for the woman only to learn that she had ceased to practice for a year already. Xander wondered whom that mysterious woman was. If Mason had found her earlier, would he have been healed? Would he have married Melissa before it was discovered that she was infertile?
Xander was not wearing any pants underneath the bed covers as there was no need. Seeing him half-naked sent Rose’s heart racing.
“Let’s get started,” she said, picking up a small needle as a starter. She gently reached down for Xander’s knee with her other hand, and he grabbed it before she could touch him. Rose was surprised.
Xander opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, regretting that he had stopped her. He wanted to tell her that he hoped her technique would work, but that would have been too inappropriate.
“It’s nothing,” he said, releasing her hand. She nodded and looked down at his leg. She wanted to find a major nerve point right above his knee as that would have been the easiest starting point before moving up his leg. Her mind exploded at the thought of touching him.
She was finally about to start when the door opened and a beautiful woman she had never seen before entered the room.
Rose did not know how to feel about there being a stunning woman she had never seen before in her husband’s home; her new home.
“You…” the woman said to Rose, stunned and alerted, “Get away from him!”
She pointed at Rose, specifically at the needle in her hand. Xander sighed aloud and took ahold of Rose’s hand once more.
“Lola, stop with the hostility,” Xander said to ease Lola’s worries, but the woman was still alerted and would not easily believe Xander. Why was this peasant woman in her brother’s bedroom unless she wanted to hurt him. She was holding a sharp object, for crying out loud.
“No, she might hurt you,” Lola said, preparing to march towards Rose when Xander shouted her name.
“I told you to stop… This is Rose. She’s my wife now,” Xander explained, confusing Lola even more than she already was. The sister carefully observed Rose, struggling to believe that this woman was her new sister-in-law.
“Her? That can’t be right. You’re supposed to marry Melissa,” Lola said, crossing her arms over her chest. Xander sighed.
“Yes, but your grandfather made a change in the plans. Rose is Melissa’s sister. I married her instead,” Xander explained, Lola’s facial expression softening at seeing how upset her brother was. However, that sympathy soon vanished to be replaced by contempt when she looked at Rose.
“Grandfather is cruel for what he did. But still, he could have found you a more pleasing woman to marry,” she said with a snarky tone.
Rose heard what Lola said and glared at her from the corner of her eyes. Lola was startled by the fierce look in Rose’s green eyes. Wayne had been complaining about the new mistress being too arrogant for her own good. Lola now understood why.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lola asked boldly but her voice shaky, nonetheless.
“You interrupted me while I was busy with my husband,” Rose said, causing Lola to grit her teeth.
“Your… husband? Please, get over yourself! My brother would never marry such an ugly thing!” Lola said, walking towards Rose, “You have absolutely no shame or respect, talking to me so rudely-”
“Lola, that’s enough!” Xander yelled at Lola, stopping her in her tracks, “Rose has every right to call me her husband because I am! Our marriage has been officiated! The contracts were signed!”
Lola was at a loss for words. She did not like that her brother yelled at her. A lump formed in her throat. She was on the verge of crying and yelling back at him and at Rose for disrespecting her.
“If it isn’t Wayne, it’s you. Please, leave,” this time, Xander spoke politely at his how his words affected his sister. Lola glanced between him and Rose before she immediately turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door.
Rose sighed out of relief, catching Xander’s attention. She did not think that her first meeting with one of his family members would go the way it did. She did not want to have any enemies during her quest to find the truth about her grandmother. Those enemies would only be a hindrance to her.
“I’m starting now,” Rose said, resuming control over the needle and bringing it down to his knee. Before she could pierce his skin, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down so that she was on her knees beside the bed. He sat upright, hovering over her and firmly holding her hand with his.
“I don’t know why I didn’t piece it together before,” he began, coldly, “My grandfather heard of a practitioner who could cure almost any illness, but she had been out of practice for over a year, similar enough to you.” He looked down at her face to see a reaction and indeed, she was bothered.
“Oddly enough, that practitioner shared the same last name as you,” he added, his grip on her hand tightening, “Rose, tell me who you really are.”