Married To The Icy Billionaire

Chapter 9

ACE:

"MOM! You are getting on my nerves! You seem to forget that I cannot divorce Katherine, and if I do not consummate my marriage with her, she might cheat on me or move on with another man. And that way, Grandpa's company would be given out to the orphanage and to the poor masses. Do you want me to lose everything that I had worked so hard for?" I asked my mother, looking at her face, as she was from an affluent family.

Her youngest brother, Oliver Connor, is the CEO of the Connor Group. He is a 34-year-old man and older than me by a year, but he was still single.

Oliver owned several businesses and hotels here, and I know that was because of my maternal grandfather's wealth that Oliver had inherited.

Although, we were close like brothers. I am sure my mother understands what is at stake for me if I should lose everything that my grandfather had labored for because he felt in love with Katherine's father's palm wine. And he wanted me to marry her. Otherwise, I will lose my inheritance, which didn't go to my father because he disobeyed his father in the past.

"Mmm..." Mom exhaled heavily, and she said, "Alright. Let's eat first. We can discuss this matter later. Tomorrow, Oliver is coming to see us, as he came over for me to help him in his search for a bride."

"Really?" I asked my mother but frowned when I heard her mention that my uncle was coming to my house tomorrow.

"Why did you invite Oliver here without my permission? I don't need him to come here. He can lodge in one of his hotels around," I told my mother, as I had a serious, dissatisfied look on my face.

What if Oliver fell in love with my wife and wanted to snatch her away?

This thought came to my mind, and my gaze darkened.

"What has come over you, Ace? Oliver is like my son, and I'm his second mother after our mother's death. You don't expect me to push him away because you don't trust him?" Mom asked me, glaring at me too, and I sighed.

"Mom, I cannot allow Oliver here. Tell him to visit the hotel, and you can go there and see him. Or you can go to his house. You don't have to stay here and help him find a wife," I replied, and my mother glared at me.

"What has come over you, Ace? Why do I feel like it's because of your wife that you don't want your uncle to visit us?" Mom asked, and I sighed deeply.

"Yes. It's because of Katherine, and don't think that I will allow your brother to get close to her. So it's best that he keep off." I shifted my gaze away from my mother and looked at the tray of food in front of me.

"Ace, Oliver is a very disciplined man, and you shouldn't think that he is as loose as you are around a woman," my dad said, speaking to me on my mother's behalf as she stood speechless and appeared thoughtful.

"Dad, I assumed that you all have eaten. Allow me to eat my food. I still have some unfinished business with my wife to take care of," I told my family, and I saw their gaze narrowed at me.

"I am done talking. This is almost 11 pm, and it's not good to have dinner at this time. Has Katherine eaten before I returned home with Naomi?" I asked my family, but no one said a word.

"That's fine. I will find out from her later," I replied, but just then, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I gazed backward and saw Katherine donning a white nightdress as she looked away from me angrily. She had just finished having her bath, and I couldn't look away from her red lips that looked so inviting for me to kiss her again.

But I didn't like the fact that Katherine's cheeks appear so red and swollen from my mother's and sister's assault.

"That's fine, Ace. Let's eat. I will tell Oliver tomorrow not to visit us then. Since you have a point," my mother said, making me relieved, and I looked away from Katherine to my mother's face.

Mom and my siblings had their seats on the dining chairs, and we washed our hands to resume eating at the dining table, while Katherine went to the kitchen to meet the maids there. Naomi also came to the dining table to join us.

A part of me wanted to invite Katherine to join us at the dining table, but I held myself back and tasted the delicious meal in my hands.

It was a locally made soup, and the pounded yam was so delicious, as was the white soup. It was a traditional soup, and it had been a long time since I ate something like this.

"Mom. Who made this white soup?" I asked my mother, as I licked my fingers. They were all enjoying the soup, and my mother replied, "Maybe one of the maids made it."

"It's so delicious. Who is the maid that made this delicious soup? I would like to reward her," I said, looking from my mother to one of the two maids who stood aside, and she lowered her head, smiling.

"Eh! What's your name?" I asked the first maid, who blushed and lowered her gaze as she finished serving my mother a cup of water from the sealed bottle of water to drink.

"Are you the one who cooked this food?" I asked her, but she shook her head and lowered it again.