HER LOYALTY HIS REGRET

CHAPTER THREE

“What's wrong with him? Is this really how he is? Will he also be cold to me like his employers?” she began, thinking it seems he doesn't even love me. I thought grandpa said we've been betrothed since I was five. Why is he acting all the cold? She thought.

She didn't even know her way around, and he didn't care how their marriage was going to be. She decided to call her grandpa.

“Hello Grandpa,” she said when he picked up the call.

“Are you home now?” he asked.

Um not really. Andrew said he had somewhere important to go to, so he said I should find my way." I forgot to ask for the street number,” she lied. She didn't even know if her lie was convincing.

There was silence on the other end for like 10 seconds. “ Okay, I'll text you the address.”

“Okay grandpa bye”. She ended the call.

Immediately, her phone lit up. It was the address sent by her grandpa.

She boarded a bus which took her to the address. On getting there, she was awed. The house was magnificent. She admired the house but immediately became sad is that how he always is.

This was just the first day, and it was like that she tried to convince herself that maybe he was in a bad mood.

She ringed the doorbell and an elderly woman came out, probably in her late 50s. She looked at her and smiled.

“Oh Florence, how are you doing? You've grown so well it's just like yesterday when you were born,” she said, touching her cheek.

“Are you Aunty Jennifer?” she said, returning the smile. Aunty Jennifer nodded.

Grandpa has said lots of things about you to me. You're Andrew's nanny, right? She asked

“Yes, come inside, my dear,” she said, extending her hands.

“You look stressed and tired. Would you like to freshen up, then come down to eat?” she asked.

“Yes, my clothes are here already, grandpa said someone would send my clothes here,” Florence asked.

“Is..is…um.. Andrew home yet,” she asked nervously. She didn't know why she was nervous, but she remembered what happened in the car and shivers ran down her spine.

“No, he's not back yet." Aunty Jennifer said,“ Why didn't they both of you come back together?”

“I think he…he…had something important to attend to,” she said.

“I'll show you to Andrew's room. I'll lead the way,” Aunty Jennifer said as Florence trailed behind her as they went up.

There were lots of doors. They continued walking till they got to the one in the center. Aunty Jennifer opened the door. Florence was awed when she walked in the room was enormous; a quarter of the bed wasn't up to her bed.

There were two wardrobes by the side. The room was neatly arranged, and it had the scent of his cologne.

This is where you will be staying with Andrew,” she pointed at the wardrobe to the left. “That is your wardrobe. Your clothes are inside,” she said.

“Feel free to call me if you need anything,” she said.

“Okay Aunty, I'll see you in a while,” Florence said, and went into the bathroom. After taking her shower, she came out wearing a big white robe. She opened the wardrobe and saw lots of clothes which she was sure would cost a fortune.

She found shorts and a baggie top she was wearing and went downstairs she saw aunty Jennifer in the kitchen. She was still cooking.

“Aunty, can I give you a hand?” Florence offered. “Oh no dear, you don't have to just sit in the dining room while I prepare lunch.”

“No aunty," I insisted she said,” telling her that I'm not backing off."

“Okay, you can help with cutting the veggies.” Okay, Aunty, she started cutting the vegetables.

“Um Aunty Jennifer, did anything happen this morning with Andrew?” she asked, still chopping the vegetables.

I'm not sure if anything happened. She asked and looked at her face before turning back to her pot.

“He was mean to me,” Florence said, disappointed.

See my daughter, that's how he is okay. If you really want to live with Andrew, you have to tolerate him, be patient and understand him. Did he do anything?

“No, he was just cold,” she said.

Ah, okay, that's typical Andrew.” They laughed, but Florence thought she hadn't done anything, and he treated her like that. What more could he do?

“You have school tomorrow, right? Aunty Jennifer asked while Florence just nodded.

“Why did you get married when you were still in high school?”

“Grandpa told me once I turned 18 I had to marry Andrew and I also love Andrew. The day I set his eyes on his picture as a little girl, I started crushing on him, not knowing it was love”.

“Does he love you too?” Aunty Jennifer asked.

“Um, I don't know Aunty, but if he didn't love me he wouldn't have married me right?”

Aunty Jennifer just smiled; she looked too innocent to stay with Andrew.

When they were done cooking, they served the food and ate.

“Mmmhhh this is delicious, I really can cook,” she moaned.

You didn't cook, you only helped me run errands.

I helped with running errands, so I cooked. They started laughing hard.

“Where is that slut” A deep, cold masculine voice sounded from outside.

Isn't that Andrew's voice? Why is he so angry?” Florence asked. I don't know what could have made him this angry.” aunty Jennifer

Andrew walked into the dining room, and he glared at Florence. Taking slow and intimidating steps towards her, he asked

“What did you tell my grandpa?” he asked, looking deep into her eyes.

“I didn't tell him anything,” Florence said, standing from the seat and taking steps backwards.

“Andrew, you have to calm down let's sort things out alright,” Aunty Jennifer said, trying to soothe him.

He held out his hand. “Aunty, stay away from this.” Aunty Jennifer knew better than to stay away from this.

“What did you tell my grandpa?” he asked again, this time his eyes were very dark. Florence didn't realize she was trembling.