I MARRIED A DEMON BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 7: Upset

Joanna-Rose

If it was to piss my father off, then I would have been such a fool to think I meant anything to him in the first place. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more from him; he has done a lot. Taking me away from my toxic family was enough.

I waved my head. ‘Don’t get the wrong idea, Joanna. After all, he was only marrying me because he wanted to keep me safe, and I couldn’t get involved with someone else.

“Young miss.”, Emmy called, appearing next to me. “Aren’t we going in?”

I turned my gaze to her, looking away from Lestas. “We are going to go in, but is there any back door?”

She gave me a confused expression. I was probably confused because I was asking for a back door.

“We went out through the front door; we should go in through the front door too.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone before her eyes darted towards Lestas. “Oh, Master Asmodeus is back. Aren’t you going to say hello to your fiancé?”

I followed her gaze. Lestas and the white-haired lady weren’t hugging anymore, but they were engrossed in a conversation.

I shook my head. "No, Emmy, I don’t want him to know that I am home yet.”

The last thing I wanted was to discover the relationship between those two. It was going to be like the past when I lived with my family. I was always going to be the second option; I guess that was my birthright.

As if understanding me, Emmy nodded.

“I will show you the back door. Come with me, young miss.” She said, her eyes glittering.

Even though she held a lot of stuff, she still held my hand and pulled me along with her. I stared at her back as she walked and sighed. I glanced back at Lestas; he still held the flower, and I was wondering why he wasn’t giving it to her.

In a few minutes, I was in my room, my back on my bed, as I stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but wonder if the lady was gone, and he knew that I was home. He should have; the engine of the car made a sound to get his attention.

Groaning, I rolled over on my belly and stared at nothing in particular. I couldn’t help but appreciate the bed I was lying on. It was super soft and comforting. Emmy disappeared immediately, and she returned to my room, claiming she wanted to help make my lunch.

I was glad, though, because I was starving, and it had been a long time since I had eaten proper food, not to mention anyone offering to cook for me.

I had just dozed off when I heard a knock on the door. My eyes slowly opened, and I stared at the door to see Emmy walking in. I was expecting her to hold a tray in her hand; however, she didn’t.

“Young miss, Master Asmodeus would like to invite you to have lunch with him.” She blurted it out to my surprise.

Though I was stunned, she looked so excited as she said those words to me.

“Master has never eaten with any lady in the dining room before except for his family. This is going to be my first time, and I am excited about seeing it.”

The dining? He invited me there.

“Can I sit in the dining room?" I asked.

Emmy, who was still speaking, paused to look at me. I asked that question because I wasn’t allowed to sit in the dining room with my family.

“Of course, you can sit there. You own this house too, alongside the Master.” She announced.

Before I could respond, she was already pulling me out of bed. “I will get you ready to have lunch with Master.”

*****

How did I get here? I asked myself as I sat at the dining table, next to Lestas. The last thing I remembered was Emmy going out of her way to make me presentable, and then I ended up there.

The table was filled with countless foods, and the aroma was so good that my belly grumbled. He had already begun to eat while I held the spoon in my hand and stared at the food.

I have never sat down at a dining table to talk about eating proper food, so I was a bit hesitant to begin eating.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Lestas suddenly whispered in my ear, making me flinch.

I turned my head to stare at him, and he was leaning towards me. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel my face heating up.

“I was just wondering if I am allowed to eat from the table,” I said, slowly turning my head in embarrassment.

He had invited me to the table; why was I asking him that? Was he going to kick me out of the dining room for speaking while eating, or had he made a mistake about it?

“You are allowed to eat on the table.” He informed me, making my eyes widen in surprise.

“I can?”

He nodded.

I lowered my head. “Thank you.”

I could feel his gaze on me as I slowly began eating. The taste of the food filled me as I savored it. Delicious. I continued eating, ignoring everything and everyone. This was the best food that I have had in ages.

I didn’t know I was crying until I felt tears leaking through my eyes. Tears streamed down my face as my shoulders trembled with sobs. The food tasted so good, and I finally realized how much I had been missing in the food at my father’s house.

“Tiny Ember, are you crying? Isn’t the food up to your taste?” Lestas asked, his hand on my shoulder.

Turning my head away to look at him, I wiped the tears off my face. A smile formed on my lips. “I am fine; the food is delicious. It’s just that I can’t remember the last time I ate a food as delicious as this.” I said it honestly.

His eyes darkened for a while, making me flinch. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but the look disappeared almost immediately, making me feel like I had imagined it.

“I will ask the chef to make more.” He revealed. “That’s if you want more.”

“I would love that,” I replied.

It made my heart warm that someone was going to go as far as to ask the cook to make more food for me. All I get in my father’s house are leftovers or rotten roasts of beef that I have to force myself to eat or starve.

Shaking my head, I tried to forget about that horrible place. I have already escaped from it; I am not going back as long as I am still useful to Lestas.

“Eat more.” He said this as he filled my plate with more food. “You are too tiny.”

I glanced at him, stuffing my mouth with all the food, and nodded. We didn’t say a word to me and just watched me eat, and by the time I was done, my belly was so full that I couldn’t take it anymore.

This was a satisfying lunch. I took a peek at him; he wasn’t complaining that I ate too much.

“Do you like your personal maid?” He asked.

“You mean Emmy?”

He nodded.

“She is great. I like her.” I answered. “She is nice and fun to be with.”

He sighed. “I was worried you might not like her, but I am glad that you do.”

I was quiet, not knowing what to say. I did want to ask him about the white-haired lady, but I also didn’t want to ask about it. He had bought her flowers when he claimed he was going to marry me.

His gaze turned to me, and he looked surprised. “What did I do that made you glare at me? ”

Glare? I had no idea that I was glaring at him. I hurriedly looked away. Was he going to toss me aside now?

“Are you upset? ”He asked.

I shook my head.

“Did anyone offend you at the store you went to?”

“It was just my sister, but Emmy was there, and I am used to it,” I replied, slightly shrugging.

Realizing that I had told him about her, I placed my hand over my lips.

“Did she touch you?” He asked, his voice demanding.

"No, but she tried to.”

He pinched the bridge between his noses. “Tell me if you encounter her again.”

“Okay.”

“Was that the reason why you were mad?”

“No.”

“Thought so.” He said. “I waited for you on the porch. You gave me the flowers I picked, but I was informed you took another route.” He got up from his chair and lifted me into his arms.

The action stunned me, but I managed to hold onto his neck as he walked out of the dining room. It was then that I knew I had to ask him about her.

“Who was the lady you were hugging earlier?” I questioned him, making him stare down at me.