One More Chance To Make It Right

Chapter 13 Interestingly Boring

Megan's pov

It's been ten days since we last got back from our bitter moon. Well, you don't expect me to call that a honeymoon, given how we even left there.

After that day we got home together, Bryan hasn't come home yet, not even a call or a text from him.

'Home' How can I call this a home? Every day was boring, he asked me not to go out except when he permitted me to. It just occurred to me that I don't have his contact information.

How sweet, I thought ironically.

I have been married for a month now and I don't have my husband's contact, I gave a weird smile as I thought of the word 'my husband'.

I was grateful I got a separate room, the same room I occupied before I left for our ill-fated honeymoon. Days have blurred into a repetitive routine of reading and fiddling with my phone, and I am getting tired of it. I wasn't yearning for it, I just wanted him to return, if only for a brief confrontation.

At least, we will end up in an argument, that was still better than me being alone in this whole mansion. I was not the only one though, the maids and the bodyguards were around, but they treated me with so much respect that it made me feel uncomfortable.

Afterward, I was an average woman from a family mired in debt, relying on 'his' assistance.

With the time we had spent together, I've had a taste of Bryan's rudeness, arrogance, and pride. His actions the night before we left the hotel had deeply wounded me, as he had abandoned me without a second thought.

I avoided him throughout our ride back home, not like he cared but I tried to make it obvious that I was mad at him.

Two days ago, his parents came to visit me when they heard we were back. His mother was nice and kind, they requested our pictures, but I lied, claiming I had misplaced my phone. I lied for two reasons.

The first reason for the lie was my phone is an outdated product, I don't want them to look down on me. Although I doubt they would, given their kind attitude towards me.

Second, I don't have any of our pictures together, we didn't even take a single picture on our honeymoon, the pictures we took together were just at the wedding.

I made a mental note to get them from the internet. His parents gifted me a new phone, they asked me to take it as part of my wedding gifts from them.

Speaking of wedding gifts, the maid brought them to me a day after we arrived, mostly from Bryan's family. I must say, they are stinkingly rich.

Most of the gifts were diamond jewelry, and dinner dresses which I had longed to own but given my situation, it had to be on my wants list. I was given different kinds of gifts meant for ladies.

I instructed the maid to keep them in a separate wardrobe, I felt I wasn't worthy of all the gifts. The phone Bryan's parents bought for me as well, I haven't even opened at all.

When they were leaving, I didn't know what to call his Mother. I don't like admitting it but I'm also Mrs. Albert, calling her that will only create some unnecessary distance in our relationship and keep it on a business level.

She asked me to call her Mum, while I called her husband Dad. They kept me company before they left that day.

When they left, the whole mansion was deserted again. As much as I wanted to ask Bryan's parents for his contact, I refrained, fearing they might discover our marriage was a sham.

I couldn't ask the staff either, what will they think of me. I'm not proud but I have my pride to maintain, I have to keep my image in front of them.

I sighed heavily as I closed the book I was reading, I was just staring at it, deep in my thoughts. The title was captivating but the book was interestingly boring.

'Interestingly boring' I thought amusedly. I just came up with another vocabulary.

I decided to continue reading the book. After some minutes, I left it and went out of my room. I didn't find it interesting anymore.

I wanted to go to the kitchen to keep myself busy with some cooking. I saw the maid rushing in my direction when she saw me, and she bowed slightly in front of me.

"Good afternoon, Madam," I heard her greet me and I returned the greetings.

I flashed her a warm smile, I knew she wouldn't want me to do anything but I felt so bored and useless, all I could pray for at the moment was for Bryan to come back quickly so that I could ask him if I could invite my family and friends over to keep me company once in a while.

"I saw some recipes online today on how to make delicious cookies, so I wanna try it out," I informed her, and I saw her look, which read to me that she wanted to help me out. I cut her off immediately and went into the kitchen.

I told Dora to help me get my phone in the bedroom.

Fear not, I am not talking about Dora, the 5-year-old girl who hasn't aged for the past 80 years. Well, I guess that was too exaggerated.

Dora was the name of the maid that greeted me earlier. She passed me my phone and I searched for the screenshots of the recipes.

I began to read them out, Dora was helping me to bring out the ingredients to the countertop, she would surely wanna help. I smiled at that thought and dropped my phone when all the ingredients were ready.

I followed the instructions by combining the flour, baking powder, and salts into a medium bowl. I got busy with the preparation after I sternly told Dora not to intervene.

I'm really anxious to see how it will turn out to be. I dropped the dough with spoonfuls onto the ungreased baking sheet. I waited for 10 to 12 minutes for it to get ready.

"Whoa! This looks so yummy," I said with a bright smile on my face as I gazed down at the lovely cookies I'd arranged on a tray. Dora gave me a shy smile looking down at her feet.

'Gosh! This respect is too much!'

I didn't dwell on it too much as I gave her part of it. I shared it to everyone as I intentionally made much, they collected it from me, expressing their gratitude.

I was happy they liked it but eating it alone was not fun. I took the pictures of the cookies and sent them to Isabella, she loves cookies. We chatted for a while as she was upset she couldn't taste it.

Now that I am done, I am bored again. It's so tiring to be just by yourself, with no one to have fun with, I began to see it as a punishment, perhaps he was punishing me.

I couldn't help but think in that way, so I went to the living room to watch TV. My favorite was Tom and Jerry. I was still watching the TV when I heard the sound of a car entering the compound.

'Is he back?' I asked myself, I felt my heart racing for unknown reasons.

I was still in my thoughts when I heard the open door sound.

Our gaze met, he looked exhausted, I don't know maybe it was my eyes but he looked a bit drunk. He walked normally into his room without saying a word.

'Was gazing at someone as a form of greeting?'

I searched for it online but I didn't get a satisfactory answer. I wanted to talk to him really badly, I waited for an hour before going to knock on his door.

I waited for a while before I heard his deep voice, saying that I should enter. I subconsciously took in a really deep breath as I looked down at the cookies in my hand.

'I hope he likes it' I prayed silently before opening the door.

As I entered, his shirtless defined chest came into my view. He sat cross-legged on his bed, his laptop perched on his knees.

His bare chest was tanned and toned, and he had a serious expression on his face as he typed rapidly on the keyboard. His hair was messy and unkempt, and his room was a bit cluttered, but he seemed completely focused on his work. The only sound was the click of the keys and the occasional grunt of frustration.

I saw a half-eaten sandwich sitting on a plate on the bedside table. He wasn't even looking up, how would I inform him what I came here for?