Unexpected Love

Chapter 7

Bradley's pov

The moment George told me that my wife was heading out to the mall, I was apprehensive, and my focus was outside the window. What was in my mind was what she was doing and with whom, but what threw me off was that she didn't have breakfast because she had a disagreement with Mable. It was already towards lunchtime. When I was busy finalizing with the jewelry shop that I was visiting, I got a text from George telling me that there was trouble at the boutique. Someone was bullying my wife and, on top of that, in my shop, the nerve of that person, I got out of the shop without even finishing talking to the manager, leaving my assistant to the finalist.

Without me. When I got to the boutique she was about to pass when she was pushed back by a blond girl and my blood boiled. Who the hell is that b***h? I stood by the door listening to their conversation. Apparently, she is the one who took her fiancé and I ended up marrying her that day. Well, she was someone else's wife now and by the time they acknowledged that she was also wearing a wedding ring, they were all surprised, but that didn't stop them from continuing to torment her. What made me angry was when she was slapped I didn't even see that coming and when she wanted to slap her again I had to step in.

" Touch her again and you die."

They all looked at me, but I didn't focus on them. I just wanted to see if she was okay and when I saw the marks on her face I was livid.

"Are you okay?"

She just answered with a nod. This woman in the morning was acting tough, laying out the condition of our living arrangement and now her tongue is tied down her throat.

When I asked her why she left the house without eating, she just told me that she was just excited, and I wondered what made her that excited that she didn't bother to eat. The blond girl and her friends wanted to throw her under the bus and I told them that she was my wife and if they dared bother her again they would be signing their deathbed. But the blond girl didn't want to listen as she began insulting my wife yet again, and I just glanced back looking at Brian, and he knew what to do. The slap he gave her was enough to shut her up. I don't like to repeat myself and when she says I don't know who she is, as if she is someone who can be more than who I am, whoever she is, she can lose it within seconds if she dares me. That assistance needs to be resolved, and I will do that next time I visit the shop, because I wasn't done assessing the shops. I gave her the dress my wife was holding and told her to give her the limited editions and send them to my home, giving her the address as she was shocked. Clearly she didn't know me. I even told her that the blond girl and her friends should no longer step foot in that shop or else she would be fired. I grabbed my wife's hand, and we headed out, releasing her hand when we were entering the restaurant, gesturing her to a table for two and the waiter got to us before we could settle down. They know I don't like to be kept waiting, they put the wine on the table, pour it into our glasses, and take our orders.

" You have been overly quiet since we got here. Are you in pain?"

I asked her but she just looked at me.

" Why did you come here?"

She asked me, and I was taken aback by her question, as she should be grateful that I had rescued her from those girls.

" What do you mean, I just helped you, and you are just asking me that. "

" Don't get me wrong, I thought you were at work, but you are here. "Are you stalking me?"

" You are kidding me right. Look, you are my wife, whether fake or not, and in public we will have to show affection. When I saw you being backed up, I had to enter that boutique, and besides, I was working. "

"So your work is to go around the mall checking if your fake wife has eaten and is not being cornered by a group of girls who don't know what to do with their lives. "

" I didn't have time for that, I was in the area and for work as well."

" What exactly do you do that makes you linger in malls? I took you for an office guy."

I just chuckled at her response. This girl clearly didn't have a clue who her husband was and what she was capable of. I guess I'd rather leave her to her own conclusions. Maybe I will get the opportunity to find out what she thinks of me.

" What do you think I actually do?"

" I don't know, but I always assumed you were working in some office somewhere. I can't pinpoint where or which industry you can fall into."

" But I believe I told you yesterday that I work for Red Ink Industries. "

She laughed again and this time I was annoyed.

" Why do you always laugh when I tell you that. "

She was about to answer when the waiter brought out the food. She looked at the food, and you could see the joy in her eyes. She seems to be a foodie. Well, I don't like junk and I always watch what I eat.

I looked at her as she grabbed the burger and took a bite and made a sound that made my little man stir and I had to adjust myself on the seat.

" Next time don't leave the house without eating, you won't be saved again."

"Well, if you can tell Mable to give a way for me in the kitchen, maybe I can have a bite."

She put the half-eaten burger down, and I frowned, thinking she was done eating, but was surprised when she spoke.

"If I can't be free in your home, Brasley I'd rather stay in my own home. I can't afford to be pushed or looked down on by your staff. "Do you know if Mable thinks I cook for you, I might poison you?"

I choked on the food I was eating, took the napkin and wiped my mouth.

What are you on about Mable is not like that. Perhaps you went too far with her. She knows me better than anyone, and what I prefer."

" Look, if you don't feel like having my food, no need to be all so cold, it's fine. I will prepare my own food, and she should stay out of my way. I might be the one who volunteered in this mess of a marriage, but that does not mean I have to be miserable. "

She continues eating, but you can see that she is just forcing them down. She no longer enjoys them. Something was in her eyes. I don't know if it was sadness, or if she was about to cry, but whatever it was, she was trying to hide it. I felt a tug in my stomach and I could comprehend what was happening with my emotions. I always want to take her worries away, but I seem to make it worse. I remember she said she was excited when leaving home and decided to change the subject to that.

" What made you excited today?"

She paused eating and raised her head slowly.

" Why are you being nice again? Please, I don't want it, just leave me alone, okay."

" For your information, we are in public and when talking to me, you should choose your words and tone perfectly. I asked because you seemed to be sad and. I don't want people to think that I'm mistreating my wife. So I'm going to ask again, what made you excited? "

She looked at me for a while and composed herself.

" I got an interview at the Grand production. I've always wanted to work there someday, and I was in a hurry, wanting to get the outfit for the interview. It's a great opportunity you see, and I don't wish to blow it."

" What makes you think you will blow it?"

" I don't know, perhaps not being good enough. Let's not continue with it. I should head home, and you probably should be getting back to work. Sorry I took you out of your schedule."

She said while standing up and gave me a small smile and left. I just looked at her back. After a while, I signaled Brad to come over.

"To find out everything about her, and what really happened between her and that girl who slapped her, I want every detail of everyone."

" Yes boss."