Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 19

“Why can't we stay in different rooms?” I asked, watching him insert his card in the hole and after a ‘ching’, the door opened.

Since he walked in, I did the same, but didn't stop my scowl.

“Because I don't want the media noticing that we're not in the same hotel room even though we're a couple.”

“This is Derrick's hotel. A five star hotel Henry,” I reminded, “no one here dares mention a word about any f*****g body.”

“This is so when we get a divorce, I don't end up with a bad public image.” Just like every other time, he sounded tired of the conversation.

What the heck— Did he have some kind of undiagnosed condition or what?

Especially since he just strode off to some door I had no idea where it led.

So annoying.

Did he seriously not care about my opinion one bit to just think after staying locked with him for one year, I'd still want to spend an extra two weeks in the same room with him.

Well, at least I'd have to go with the saying;

If you can't beat it, follow it or something like that (I wasn't one good at keeping sayings in my head).

So, I decided to accept my date and enjoy my time while here.

So I took to observing the place.

It was an executive suite, obviously.

And as I headed deeper into the place, the spacious living room came to view with its high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling walls that gave off a breathtaking view of the city skylines.

The ceiling was probably going to be about 12 feet tall and there was a large beautiful sofa that could possibly sit 6-8 people with a great view of the 55-inch flat-screen TV that obviously had satellite channels and streaming services.

When I noticed the marble-topped coffee tables and side tables, I made a mental note to come have coffee every day and stare at the view.

There was also soft elegant lighting and a subtle colored theme.

“Choose a room.” Henry, who I hadn't been aware when had arrived, said from behind me in as uninterested a tone as he could possess.

“This one.” I gestured to the first door, which was right beside the next one.

Why were they so close?

“Take a shower, your clothes will arrive soon.” He ordered, starting towards his room.

It was only when my stomach growled that I remembered the fact I still hadn't eaten.

If Henry had heard it, he probably didn't care as he just opened his room door, disappearing in it and closing it behind him.

Annoying much.

I huffed, heading into my own room, whose door I closed once I was in.

The room was beautiful as expected, with its king sized bed that rested beside the wall, next to the one separating my room from Henry's.

Hmm.

I went into the bathroom to take my shower, and was greeted by a typical wealthy bathroom you'd expect.

There was a separate bathtub and shower, high end toiletries and heated floor and mirror and all that other stuff.

Taking off my clothes, I took a quick shower before wrapping my body around a soft black towel I'd found in the bathroom.

Still wrapped, I left the bathroom with a growling stomach when a knock came from the door.

That had startled me a little. “What!”

“Your clothes are here.” Henry's tone was about as sharp as mine.

It at least made me reduce my tone when I spoke again. “Thanks, you can leave it there.”

I wanted about a minute just to be certain he had fully left, before rushing to opening the door, pulling my bags, then closing it.

The coast was thankfully clear, because I couldn't imagine him seeing me in a towel.

That'd be totally embarrassing.

Weird how there was once a time I'd have drooled at the thought of standing naked in front of him.

Gross.

Opening the bag, I picked a blue gown I'd chosen to wear whenever I wasn't going out.

I wore the gown after throwing the towel off me and putting on my bra and knickers.

Then got out of the room, closing the door behind me when my stomach growled again.

Gosh, will this stomach shut up already so I can order something to eat and wait for… what the—?

Was I dreaming or was that Henry sitting on the head of the six seater dining table, dressed in a black polo shirt that hugged his chest and packs as his head buried in whatever he did on that phone.

Oh, but that wasn't what caught my attention.

Only the variety of meal enough for a family of ten that sat on the table in front of him.

This time, when my stomach growled, it was from excitement at seeing so many food.

He rise his head to stare at me. “Come eat.”

“Why so many?” I asked in awe, heading to the table. “We can never eat this all, even throughout our two weeks stay here.”

He turned to the food like he wasn't aware it was that much, then turned back to me, “I guess we'll eat what we can and then they can take the rest.”

I shook my head. taking a seat by the tail of the table. “It doesn't make sense that you end up wasting such an amount all because you have the money to spend.”

Maybe I was imagining, but the stare he sent my way was like one where he actually pondered on my words.

But no words came from him.

“Well,” I took a spoon, not caring about the fork and knife (no use acting like I was born in wealth), like he did, “let's dig in.”

He dropped his phone on the table, cutting a really small portion of the meat in front of him with a knife, picking it with his fork and pulling it to his mouth.

That action made me feel like I wasn't doing the right thing by taking the chicken by hand, and eating it.

Geez, when did it become so weird eating with someone.

He dropped his fork and spoon like he was done eating, which was really surprising from that one bite (especially since there was much more food on the table).

“I'll be going out tomorrow for business, so you should stay safe.” His tone was formal, but not stern or cold.

“Okay,” I replied, taking a spoon of rice, “I'll use that as an opportunity to explore the country.”

“If you're doing that, I suggest you take some guards with you.”

My forehead scrunched as I took another spoon of the rice, but this time with chicken. “Why? It's not like anyone here cares about my existence.”

“Just for your safety and my peace of mind.” He added, still sounding formal.

I rolled my eyes, taking another spoon of rice, but this time with chicken and meat. “Trust me, people know Henry Smith, not Marie.”

“In case someone recognizes you.” It didn't seem like he was going to leave me alone without agreeing with him.

So, taking another spoon of rice, but this time with chicken, meat and a spoon of beans, I said, “Whatever, I'll take them if that gets you off my neck.”

He nodded his satisfaction, taking his fork and knife again, as he cut another small piece of meat to his mouth. “You must be hungry.”

“And you must be filled.” I took another spoon of rice, but this time with chicken, meat, beans and plantain.

“Hmm, I guess compared to you, you can say so.”

I chuckled, then it snapped…

Wait, did he just make a joke?