CHAPTER 4
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Carissa walked out of the kitchen after making breakfast for her and Alex. Though he clearly told her yesterday that he won't eat anything coming from her, she couldn't ignore making breakfast for herself and him.
He hates her and she can clearly see it but she can't pinpoint the reason he hates her this much.
Alex came downstairs in a singlet and shorts, he saw her and tried walking away but her voice stopped him.
"Good morning" She said.
"You didn't get what I said yesterday? Don't talk to me" He snapped.
She smiled and went closer to him.
"What are you doing?" He yelled.
"Have this, I made breakfast" She said gently.
Alex looked at the breakfast in her hand and started laughing. He stopped laughing and faced her with a sour look.
"Breakfast? Oh! You are trying to be romantic huh!"
"This is what every lady wants right? For their husband to eat breakfast from them, right?" He smiled.
"I hate when you smile, I'm not your husband and you are not my wife" He said angrily and hit his hand on the tray, it slipped off from her hand and landed on the ground.
Everything poured on the ground immediately, the cup and plate broke and the tea flowed on the ground, forming a small pool.
Carissa faced him shockingly and he smirked.
"Avoid me Carissa" He said and walked away.
Carissa kept staring at him shockingly as he walked away.
She tried taking a step but unknown to her that the floor was slippery, she slipped when her legs touched the slippery floor and she started going down.
She landed on the floor and her hand hit directly on a piece of glass, it gave her a very deep cut.
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Blood started coming out of the wounded palm and that was when Alex came back there, he smirked unconcernedly as he saw her palm bleeding.
He gave her a "You deserve it" look before pushing upstairs.
Carissa gave her bleeding palm a stare and squeezed her face in pain as she struggled to stand.
The blood was dropping on the floor, already making a mess mixing with the tea.
She went to the kitchen and got a packer, mopper and a dustbin rubber. She came back with the items and packed the broken plate and cup into the dustbin rubber, she mopped the floor despite her wounded palm after that she went back to the kitchen and dropped everything.
She walked to her room and got a treatment kit, she disinfected the wound first before applying a bandage on it, covering the wound up.
She sighed after the treatment and her mind went to what happened downstairs.
Why did he hate her so much? Have they met before? Why is there so much hatred?
She got no answers to all these questions, she stood up and walked into the bathroom.
She came out after some minutes and dressed up before going out of the room. Her guards bowed immediately when they saw her and she smiled at them.
"Ma, your palm" Her driver said when he noticed the bandage on her palm.
"Are you ok? What happened?" One of her guard asked.
"I'm fine, let's go" She replied with a smile and the door was opened for her.
She got in and the cars drove out.
Alex was still in his room watching everything in his room through the window, he saw her car drive out and he smirked darkly when his eyes landed on a scar on the back of her hand, it was glaring at him.
"You will regret ever agreeing to marry me" He muttered.
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