CHAPTER 7.
1075 Words
AVA'S POV.
I have only done hand washing a few times in this life time, and it's because I sometimes helped wash the clothes of poor orphans at the orphanage during my time as a voluntairee worker there. Noah has some luck that I am experienced in that sort of stuff.
I spent the rest of the day in the wash room doing my arrogant husband's laundary, and I was fotunate enough not to see his annoying face again.
It was hard, but eventually I finished up and put them all in the dryer. Once it was done, I had them all neatly ironed as he instructed and place them carefully in the laundary basket. I was actually proud of myself because I took my time to learn all these while I was still living with my Dad. I never depended on the maids.
Just when I was putting the last clothe in the basket, Noah came in.
I glance up at him, instantly catching his dark gaze. The usual scowl on his face was still present, but I couldn't help but admit that he still looks handsome, especially in his red polo shirt and dark jeans.
"I thought you died in here. Why was it taking you hours to wash a few clothes?" He said in a dead calm voice, and I instantly got annoyed.
"You call this a few clothes? I won't be surprised if you brought your entire closet here for me to wash." I dumped the last clothe in the basket, while glaring at him.
His eyes flash in anger. "Don't use that tone on me cockroach, I don't like it."
I scowled at the insult. He noticed my disdainful look and smirked. I have never hated anyone as much as I hate this jerk.
"I'm done with your laundary." I gritted out, pushing the basket towards him.
He reached into it and pulled one out of the basket. It was a white button up dress shirt, and he held it at the tip of his fingers like it was trash. I tried not to let that annoy me.
The expression on his face showed that he wasn't at all impressed by my hardwork.
"This isn't clean enough," he said simply, casually throwing the shirt away on the bare floor. I watched him in shock as he took another out and threw it unto the floor. "This too"
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!!" I exclaimed as he went on throwing the cloths to the floor without care until they were all gone from the basket.
He stared at me coldly and said blankly, "they are all dirty, you didn't wash them properly. Do it again!"
Okay this is just plain evil, "there is nothing wrong with the clothes and you know it."
He was completely unfazed by my angry tone. "Everything is wrong with it. I should have known my parent were not sensible enough to hire a reliable wife who can do things around the house. You can't cook, you can't clean, you can't even do a simple laundary. That just means you're usless!"
"I don't even see you around the house. How would you know that I can't clean when you keep yourself locked up in your room? And you haven't even tasted my food to accuse me of not knowing how to cook. You are just being unreasonably childish right now."
"I don't need to taste that horrible looking horse dish to know that it also taste horrible." He stared me down in disgust, "by mere looking at you, I can tell you can do nothing right. I expect to get my money's worth, so you shouldn't expect me to tolerate short comings from you. After all, you are the one who sold your freedom for money."
That snapped the last bit of my patience, and I found myself blurting out in anger. "You know, it's not anybody's fault that you are going to die soon. Your parent brought me here to help you. It doesnt matter if I was paid for it. They did what they did because they love you. The least you can do is to stop being an ingrate."
His expression twisted in rage and he took a threatening step towards me, but I stood my ground. "Don't act like you f*****g know me. You're just a stranger in my life. You know nothing about what I'm going through." He scoffed out a laugh, "love me? No! my parent do not f*****g love me. They are tired of their sick son who they can't save anymore, so what did they do? They hired a f*****g wife for me and went on a year trip so they won't be here to witness my death. You call that love?"
The anger instantly slipped away as understanding washed over me. I didn't realize it sooner. The Edwards went on a year trip knowing their son was dying in six months.
Did they abandone him?
Noah ran a hand through his hair in agitation as he began to pace back and fort, "they couldn't handle my situation and so they ran away. Such amazing parent they are." He spat in anger.
"M-Maybe they just needed to gather themselves to be able to handle the sorrow. You should try to understand them." My tone was softer now as I tried to comfort him.
He stopped pacing and glared at me, "they have never made an effort to understand me, so why should I bother trying to understand them? I knew it since I was young that my illness was going to send me to an early grave, but all I asked was for them to let me live even for one day. But no, they won't do that. All they did was prepare me for my death!"
My heart broke with pity for Noah. I was finally seeing Noah Edwards in a new light. For the very first time, I truly understood what he was going through. He was in even more pain than I thought.
"Listen, I do understand how you..."
"Shut up!" He snapped coldly and I flinch at his harsh tone. "I don't need your pity. Stay in your lane and out of mine!"
With that, he stomped out of the room leaving me staring after him with pity in my heart.
Indeed Noah Edwards is just a man lost in his own grief.
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