His cute, little, innocent wife |✔|

Chapter-5 *Care*

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Chapter-5;

Care-

To feel love, or a liking

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The next morning the warmth that Amelia encountered was missing, as well as her husband, she quickly got up and pulled her hair in a messy bun and went to take a shower when she got out of it, she already knew that Xavier was already gone to work and made no attempt to hurry, she scrubbed herself and washed her hair and got out of the shower.

She quickly slipped in a summer dress and wore some chains and bangles.

She quietly walked out of the room, not before slipping in her heels.

As she moved further towards the stairs, she heard her own stomach growl, and her face flushed with embarrassment. Although no one was there, she still blushed. She settled on making pancakes.

To say she was fair in cooking would be an understatement, she was an excellent cook.

She moved, and increased her pace towards the kitchen and settled on pancakes, preparing the batter in minutes, she flipped the pancake and, bam the pancake was ready, she thoroughly searched through the cabinets for maple syrup. As she was about to take a bite, Xavier's face, she pushed the pancakes and stood up wondering, have he eaten, and got an answer, how could he eat when I was asleep.

She washed her hands and went to the kitchen mumbling, how careless, she was that, she slept while her husband went to office, without having breakfast, she threw the pancake in the bin and started to prepare something for Xavier, as when he will come home for lunch.

Little did she knew?

Xavier never comes home, unless its midnight, and he almost never comes as his countless nights spend in the hotels.

She decided to make a different cuisine, and settled for Indian.

[A/n sorry guys, I only know Indian.]

She settled on making a biryani, chopping the vegetables and adding them into rice, then setting them in the pan, by the mean time she decided to make the fruit cake. Preparing the cake and then she covered it with cream and put the sliced different fruits onto it, after hearing the hiss, of pan. She placed all the prepared food and saw it was nearly, 2. PM. Assuming that Xavier might be busy, she decided to pack his lunch, not forgetting the cake.

She took the lunch box and poked her head out of the large doors, but saw no one. She moved towards the main gate and saw guards. They bowed before her.

"Miss. How can we help you?" one guard asked.

"Oh, call me Amy. And please if you are not busy then will you please help me reach Xavier's office. I don't know the way to there." She said in her sweet voice, the guard smiled.

"Sure, come. I'll drop you there." He said, Amelia beamed him a bright smile.

"Thank you." She chirped, the man in his mid-forties soon appeared before her in a car and politely asked her to get in.

The car drive, both talked, the man got struck by Amelia's behavior, he expected his master to marry a cruel girl, not a kind and innocent one, but knowing that it was not his place to ask, he shook the thoughts away.

Amelia got nervous. Thoughts clouded her mind.

Soon they reached the office. She entered the lobby, not before thanking the guard.

She walked towards the receptionist.

"Can I know, on which floor I could find Xavier?" She asked the girl politely.

The girl recognized Amelia, as she fantasizes about Xavier and his daily life, but some seems to only fantasize about him only.

"Sure thing mam, 22 floor, you will find, Mr. Sinclair." The lady replied while smiling.

Amelia walked to the elevator, cautious of her steps, she doesn't wanted to make fool of herself, due to falling straight on face, before the whole staff. Also she was nervous of all the stairs.

Soon she reached the floor, fortunately without tripping over nothing.

She could find a way to his office, nor could she see him.

"Hello. Excuse me. Can you please tell me, where is Xavier?" she asked the lady with face caked p in make-up, pink blouse, and a mini pencil skirt, and inches long heels. She towered over her. Her sharp perfumes smell, very annoying. She looked at Amelia in sheer disgust.

"Who are you?" the girl asked in a mocking and voice, which says, you are disgusting.

It's not that Amelia was looking bad, it's just that there are people who consider themselves almighty, and the girl before her, seems one of them.

Instead, Amelia, looked perfect, her dress, gave her a simple yet elegant look, she looked cute with her brown curls loosely falling on her shoulder.

"Umm-." Before Amelia could complete the lady cut her in mid.

"Oh please, Mr. Sinclair doesn't meet with beggars, you may leave." She sternly said, the lady watching Amelia's petite and kind, and beautiful figure, in her mid-fifties saw that and began to rush towards her.

Amelia felt a pang in her chest, due to being called a beggar, not that she hate them but, she didn't agree that she looked like one.

"But-." She beat her this time too.

"Please, it was the most polite way, I could ask you. We. Don't. Want. A. beggar. In. Our. Building." She said in a hissed voice.

Tears formed in Amelia's eyes.

She have never been insulted. Always loved and cherished.

But the scenario took a U-turn today.

The lady clamped her hand on the kinky girl's mouth.

"I am sorry, she doesn't knew that you are Mr. Sinclair's wife. Am I right, Stella?" the lady hissed, registering her word, Stella's mouth widened and she babbled the list of apologies.

But the damage was already done.

Amelia swallowed the lump of bile and mumbled a faint 'its okay. And moved towards Xavier's office. Only to find it empty, she sat on the plush couch. And took her heels off, and pulled her knees to her chest. And let the tear of insult slip and allowed the others to follow the first one. She cried silently.

In about half an hour when her glands dried up she sat there humming a song and rocking herself back and forth, her mascara ran down miserably and eyes puffy. The door opened and Xavier entered, her breath hitched to see him in his glory, she looked like a Greek god.

As soon as Xavier entered his office, the sweet aroma of vanilla filled his nose, soothing his nerves. He immediately recognized the smell of Amelia. He roamed his eyes around and saw her sitting on the couch, he silently sat beside her. She noticed him and sat cross legged on the couch.

He noticed in destroyed makeup too, she looked like an angel.

Juices stirred inside Xavier, he leaned towards her.

"What happened angel?" he asked Amelia.

She blushed, remembering the incident, her lips quivered, one can say that she was overacting, but when your soul is untouched, away from insults, and one day suddenly an insult came to you, you obviously feel hurt, and as it was her first insult, she was highly upset. A lone tear slipped off her eyes.

Xavier growled in anger knowing that she was crying, in a swift moment he pulled her to him and settled her onto his lap, his tired nerves relaxing. He calmed. She fisted his shirt and sobbed.

He rubbed her hair and buried his head in her neck, inhaling the sweet aroma of vanilla she with herself.

He was determined to destroy the person who made her cry.

"Who made you cry?" he asked softly.

"I don't know she called me a beggar." She hiccupped.

The moment he heard her, his heart stiffened, red was all he could see, he called the main secretory, and asked to fire the person.

Amelia was shocked.

Gathering herself, she lifted the box of lunch.

He raised brow at the box.

"Lunch. You came, without eating." She said shyly. Xavier almost drooled at her adorable act.

He nodded and she placed the boxes on her lap and opened them, carefully, as she was on his lap.

"May I?" she asked Xavier lifting a spoon to his mouth. He smiled genuinely and warmly to her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Now one thing was clear to Xavier that she care for him, and to Amelia too, that he too cared for.

Care, which Xavier, did for no one. But for her he does.