CHAPTER 6.
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AVA'S POV.
I spent the rest of the morning with the men, and they were very nice and friendly. They even wanted me to come home with them to visit their families, but I declined and promised that I would next time. I still needed to make lunch for Noah and I, even though the jerk doesn't eat my food.
I returned to the house, and when I got inside heading to my room, a cool voice stopped me. "Where are you coming from?"
"Holy..." I exclaimed, startled out of my mind. My hand was against my racing heart as I glance in the direction of the voice. Noah was seated on one of the living room arm chairs, casually sipping on a mug of tea. He wasn't even looking in my direction.
"Dude you scared me!"
He stared lazily at me with raised brows. "I don't like it when people go in and out of my house like they own the place. It's either you are in or out."
"I didn't go far. I was just talking to..."
"If you must live in this house, you will have to stay indoors twenty four hours of everyday. I'm amazed at your guts for even going out without cleaning up the house. Were you waiting for me to do it or what?!"
His tone was harsh and agressive, and it annoyed me to no end. It was a struggle to hold myself back from snapping. "I'll clean up the place."
"You better do. Afterall you are being paid for it. The only difference is that you don't really need to wear a uniform, and I can't actually fire you, but rest assure that I am going to make life hell for you. You are going to regret selling your freedom for money."
"Don't assume things about me Mr Noah Edwards. You don't know me." I blurted, no longer able to control my anger.
"But I know that you agreed to marry a sick man for his money. That says a lot about you." My fist clenched as he stood up to his full height. I had to admit, he really is a fine man. James isn't even as tall as him. "Don't expect me to ever like you or respect you as my wife. You are just a nanny my parent brought in to take care of me until my death. Keep that in mind and do your job." He pointed to his empty mug, "clean this place up!" With that he strolled towards the direction of his room, leaving me fuming at his arrogance.
He really is a prick!
I barely even see him everyday, how does he expect me to take care of him?
What have I gotten myself into?
*****
That day was the last day I saw Noah Edwards again through out the entire week. Like I said before, he was like a ghost, always appearing out of nowhere and disappearing.
Our rooms were far away from each other, on opposite side of the house, and I never made an effort to trespass to his own side because I don't even like him either.
Nevertheless, I did as he instructed by cleaning up the whole house. It was very tiring, but I did it anyway to avoid any harsh comfrontations from him.
My food was still always left on the dining table, cold and untouched. It makes me wonder everyday how he feeds himself.
Since I was no longer allowed out of the house, I stayed in my room although.
The lonliness was depressing and though I knew it was risky, I decided to call James.
It's been barely a month, but I missed him so much already. I wonder how he's doing.
He picked up at the third ring, "hey Ava love. Is it safe to be calling me?"
I felt my nerves calming at the sound of his voice. "Yes it's safe. Noah Edwards isn't here. We have seperate rooms."
There was silence on the other line for a while before he spoke again, "I'm glad about that love, but wouldn't it be easier for him to fall in love with you if you two share a room? You do remember the plan right?"
My heart tightened in discomfort at the mention of the plan. It was the plan James and I made without the knowledge of my father.
James wants me to do all I can to make Noah fall in love with me so that he would leave everything in my name before he dies. James wanted him to will all that he has to me, even the inheritance given to him by his family.
I couldn't help but think that it is selfish for us to do such a thing, even after Mr Edwards saved our company, but James convinced me that it was still for the good of the company. He doesn't want us to depend on Anderson's sweetness alone.
"It won't be easy James. The guy is a bastard. He's rude and arrogant. Moreover, he hates me. I don't think there is any magic I can do to make him fall in love with me."
"Love, it shouldn't be that hard. You captured the father. I don't think it should be hard for you to capture the son."
I scoffed at that, "believe me, Mr Edwards is nothing like his son Noah. They are both very different." Mr Edwards is sweet and gentle, whereas Noah is a complete prick!
"Just try to use your charms Ava love. I promise we have a lot to gain from this."
I hated that he was pushing this, but I trusted my fiancee completely. There must be a good reason why he has his eyes on Noah's property. Maybe it would really help our company in the future.
"Fine, I will try my b..."
My door flunged open in an agressive manner and Noah Edwards stood there staring at me with a murderous expression on his face.
My heart sank to the buttom of my shoes as I quickly cut the call.
Fear gripped me. Did he listen to my conversation with James on the phone? That will explain the angry look on his face. It would give him the proof that he was right about me.
Recovering from my shock, I manage to say, "c-can't you knock? You can't just barge into someone's room like that. It's an invasion of privacy."
"This is my house. I do what I want," he retorted coldly.
I calmed down a little at his words. It didn't seem like he heard my conversation on the phone. I cleared my throat to hide my relief and got down from my bed, "Okay I get that. So why did you barge into my room like an angry dog?"
"I'm not a dog!" He snapped, scrunching his face in disgust.
"I never said you were. It's just a figure of speech."
Then I think it's best to keep them to yourself to avoid quarell. How would you like it if I asked you barged into my life like an unwanted cockroach."
I cringed at the insult. I hate cockroaches and being reffered to as one is a slap to my dignity. The look on my face must have given away my annoyance because Noah smirked smugly, "I thought so."
"Just tell me what you want!"
The harsh expression was back on his face, "Today is saturday."
I frown in confusion, "and so what?"
"Every saturday, I want my clothes to be washed and neatly ironed. I have piled them all in the washroom for you, and mind you, the washing machine is broken. You might have to use your hands." Without waiting for a reply or a reaction, he stomped away leaving my door open.
I stood there unsure of if I heard right.
What the hell is that bastard's problem?!!
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