ELOISE’S POV.“Come in.” I signal when a gentle knock sounds on the room door. Immediately, the door is pushed open and a maid in uniform steps in.“Good evening, Mrs. Wesley.” She greets formally and makes her way over to the bed where I’m seated.“Good evening, Sophia.” I greet, not sparing her a glance because I know exactly why she’s here.“Ma’am it’s already ten pm and you still haven’t had dinner. You need to eat to be able to take your medication. Please.”I heave out a frustrated sigh and curse Logan under my breath. When he brought me home from the hospital, he completely went overboard by rallying all the household servants and telling them I was unwell and needed proper care and attention and since then, I have not rested. They keep checking up on me every now and then. A few of them even ganged up and bathed me because they didn’t want me wetting my wound.It’s a sweet gesture from my home employees and it proves how much they care about me, but right now, I’m too angry an
ELOISE’S POV.About thirty minutes later, Klein walks out of our closet dressed in pajamas, his hair wet and ruffled with a few strands sticking down his face. As he approaches the bed where I’m sitting, I tear my gaze away from his body and plaster on the wall far ahead of me. If I stare at him too much, his handsome face and hot body will cajole me into letting go of the anger burning in my chest. I’m still very mad at him.First, he has blatantly refused to explain in detail why he owes his life to Jasmine. Second, he looked me in my eyes and called me a nagging wife and lastly, he hasn’t apologized for abandoning me today even though I was hurt. He sees absolutely nothing wrong in the fact that he took Jasmine to the hospital and not me, his wife. What an insensitive prick!“Eloise.” His deep voice sounds my name and I turn to face him even though I don’t want to. “Would you like to go downstairs for dinner or would rather it be served here?”“I said I’m not hungry.” I snap and lo
ELOISE’S POV.“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or sarcastic right now, Eloise.”“I’m being very serious. Does she qualify for the position as Director of Production of PHOROMA?” I ask, my voice sounding a lot more intense. I watch him chew the food in his mouth and swallow. A silent breath follows before he meets my gaze again.“What do you think?” I angrily slam my spoon against my plate and shoot him a heated glare.“Just answer the damn question, Klein. I don’t have time for your mind games tonight.”He looks at me long and hard, probably finding it hard to believe that I just used that tone on him.“You must have lost it if you think I’d hire someone without the right qualifications for such a vital position in the company.”“I thought there was going to be a vote or even if you had to appoint, you’d pick someone in the company. Someone who’s already versed with all the affairs of PHOROMA, and WESLEY Co. as a whole.” When I’m done talking, he gently drops his fork on his plat
CHAPTER ELEVEN.ELOISE’S POV.“Eloise.” Klein’s gentle voice calls and I instantly spin around to see him see him standing by the doorway of the closet, draped in an immaculate white dressing rob, looking as hot and pristine as he always does after his morning shower.Ugh! I will never get used to the way his hair gets all ruffled and spiky when it’s wet. One day, I will let my intrusive thoughts win and thread my fingers through his hair. He’s going go stiff with shock and scold me in annoyance, but I will not care.“You have no business picking out my outfit with a hurt palm. I thought I asked Cassandra to do this.” He protests and I walk over to the closet island by his own section of the closet where I lay the suit jacket I’m holding together with the trouser and shirt and other accessories I’ve picked out for him. I do a quick scan of everything he’s to wear to work today and smile in satisfaction.Klein could restrict me for doing everything for him, but not this. Not once has he
CHAPTER TWELVE.ELOISE’S POV.With every step I take closer to Jasmine’s office, at least two of my vital organs shut down completely. I am a walking corpse by the time I get to her secretary’s office located in front of hers. There is an ache in the pit of my stomach that’s gnawing on my nerves. The rush of adrenaline in my blood is making my head spin, and my heart is beating as though I’m running a marathon race.The only time I ever feel like this is during the ride to Klein’s parents’ house whereby I know I’m going to meet his mother who does nothing but taunt and insult me every time we meet.“Good morning, Adeline.” I greet the secretary who smiles kindly at me.“Good morning, Mrs. Wesley.”“Is Jasmine… I mean, Miss Bradfords in her office?” I quickly correct myself. Despite my unwillingness to address Jasmine formerly, we are still at a workplace and the rules must be obeyed.“Yes Ma’am. She has been waiting for you.”Of course, she has.I give the secretary a silent nod and he
ELOISE’S POV.“Good day Mr. Wesley.” We all greet in unison and on our feet when Klein walks into the conference with his P.A, Logan, following closely behind him. Klein nods curtly in response to our greeting as he heads over to the head seat of the conference table.Logan pulls out his seat for him and before he sits down, he motions the rest of us to take our seats. Logan takes the empty seat I left next to Klein’s right-hand side while I sit next to Logan. I am one seat away from Klein, meanwhile, Jasmine is occupying the seat directly opposite Logan’s. The small smile perched on her lips tells me she is very pleased to be sitting right next to Klein.“Is everyone who’s supposed to be present for this meeting here?” Klein breaks the excruciating silence in the room as his gaze lingers on each and every one of our faces.I look around to make sure we are all present and indeed, we are.Five team leaders of the different product design teams, the Director of Product Design, the CEO
ELOISE’S POV.“Hi” Jasmine greets me with a small wave and a fat smile through the wound down window and I feel the excitement in my veins morph into hot, liquid rage that’s spreading throughout my body like poison.My euphoria…What euphoria? What fucking euphoria?Without a single word, I march with despondency over to Klein’s side and he seems to have sensed what’s coming because he opens the car door and steps out of it. As I come to a stop before him, his towering height, which used to be the first thing to intimidate me whenever I attempt to start with him, does not scare me.“What the fuck is going on here?” I ask calmly even though I want to scream for everyone in this building to hear. My breaths are coming in too hard and it’s making my chest hurt as though I’m running a marathon race for the first time and I’m running out of breath. All I can see is red.“I don’t understand your question, Eloise.” Says Klein, maintaining his calm demeanor like he always does in every situat
ELOISE’S POV.“We are here.” Kyle announces as the car comes to a halt in the private parking lot of the talk building we just drove into. Jasmine quickly gets out of the car before anyone of us and I seal my lips to hide my smile. She has been awfully quiet since Klein told her his phone’s password was the date of our wedding anniversary. That was a big blow to her inflated ego. She didn’t even go through his gallery like she had intended. She simply kept the phone down and went still for the rest of the ride. “Klein” She calls in a sweet tone which I find very annoying once we are all outside. I roll my eyes hard as I start to make my way over to Klein, but she beats me to it and interlocks her arm with his. I pause in my tracks and watch her lean closer to my husband, the pain in my chest coming back to life.That bitch!She’s really out to get me.As always, Klein condones her childish behavior and now, as we head to the elevator, they are both walking arm-in-arm in front while I
ELOISE'S POV “What?” Klein asks sternly. Fear flashes in the waitress’ eyes.“I mean… your wife, Sir. I’m trying to get your wife’s order.”Klein looks at Jasmine and shakes his head before looking back at the terrified waitress.“She’s not my wife.” He says in a firm tone and the waitress is completely taken aback.“Oh…” She exclaims in shock. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. It’s just… you two look so good together, so I assumed you were a couple. I’m so sorry.”“It’s fine.” Says Jasmine, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “It was an honest mistake. Besides, you’re not wrong about us looking good together. I’ll get what he has ordered.“Alright Miss.” The waitress turns to me and that’s when I realize I haven’t picked anything yet. The last time I tried to read what was on the menu, all I saw was roman numerals. “And you Miss, what will you have?”“Uh…” I do a quick scan of the menu before looking up at her again. “Chicken casserole will do.” I say with a forced smile.“Is that all you’
ELOISE’S POV.“We are here.” Kyle announces as the car comes to a halt in the private parking lot of the talk building we just drove into. Jasmine quickly gets out of the car before anyone of us and I seal my lips to hide my smile. She has been awfully quiet since Klein told her his phone’s password was the date of our wedding anniversary. That was a big blow to her inflated ego. She didn’t even go through his gallery like she had intended. She simply kept the phone down and went still for the rest of the ride. “Klein” She calls in a sweet tone which I find very annoying once we are all outside. I roll my eyes hard as I start to make my way over to Klein, but she beats me to it and interlocks her arm with his. I pause in my tracks and watch her lean closer to my husband, the pain in my chest coming back to life.That bitch!She’s really out to get me.As always, Klein condones her childish behavior and now, as we head to the elevator, they are both walking arm-in-arm in front while I
ELOISE’S POV.“Hi” Jasmine greets me with a small wave and a fat smile through the wound down window and I feel the excitement in my veins morph into hot, liquid rage that’s spreading throughout my body like poison.My euphoria…What euphoria? What fucking euphoria?Without a single word, I march with despondency over to Klein’s side and he seems to have sensed what’s coming because he opens the car door and steps out of it. As I come to a stop before him, his towering height, which used to be the first thing to intimidate me whenever I attempt to start with him, does not scare me.“What the fuck is going on here?” I ask calmly even though I want to scream for everyone in this building to hear. My breaths are coming in too hard and it’s making my chest hurt as though I’m running a marathon race for the first time and I’m running out of breath. All I can see is red.“I don’t understand your question, Eloise.” Says Klein, maintaining his calm demeanor like he always does in every situat
ELOISE’S POV.“Good day Mr. Wesley.” We all greet in unison and on our feet when Klein walks into the conference with his P.A, Logan, following closely behind him. Klein nods curtly in response to our greeting as he heads over to the head seat of the conference table.Logan pulls out his seat for him and before he sits down, he motions the rest of us to take our seats. Logan takes the empty seat I left next to Klein’s right-hand side while I sit next to Logan. I am one seat away from Klein, meanwhile, Jasmine is occupying the seat directly opposite Logan’s. The small smile perched on her lips tells me she is very pleased to be sitting right next to Klein.“Is everyone who’s supposed to be present for this meeting here?” Klein breaks the excruciating silence in the room as his gaze lingers on each and every one of our faces.I look around to make sure we are all present and indeed, we are.Five team leaders of the different product design teams, the Director of Product Design, the CEO
CHAPTER TWELVE.ELOISE’S POV.With every step I take closer to Jasmine’s office, at least two of my vital organs shut down completely. I am a walking corpse by the time I get to her secretary’s office located in front of hers. There is an ache in the pit of my stomach that’s gnawing on my nerves. The rush of adrenaline in my blood is making my head spin, and my heart is beating as though I’m running a marathon race.The only time I ever feel like this is during the ride to Klein’s parents’ house whereby I know I’m going to meet his mother who does nothing but taunt and insult me every time we meet.“Good morning, Adeline.” I greet the secretary who smiles kindly at me.“Good morning, Mrs. Wesley.”“Is Jasmine… I mean, Miss Bradfords in her office?” I quickly correct myself. Despite my unwillingness to address Jasmine formerly, we are still at a workplace and the rules must be obeyed.“Yes Ma’am. She has been waiting for you.”Of course, she has.I give the secretary a silent nod and he
CHAPTER ELEVEN.ELOISE’S POV.“Eloise.” Klein’s gentle voice calls and I instantly spin around to see him see him standing by the doorway of the closet, draped in an immaculate white dressing rob, looking as hot and pristine as he always does after his morning shower.Ugh! I will never get used to the way his hair gets all ruffled and spiky when it’s wet. One day, I will let my intrusive thoughts win and thread my fingers through his hair. He’s going go stiff with shock and scold me in annoyance, but I will not care.“You have no business picking out my outfit with a hurt palm. I thought I asked Cassandra to do this.” He protests and I walk over to the closet island by his own section of the closet where I lay the suit jacket I’m holding together with the trouser and shirt and other accessories I’ve picked out for him. I do a quick scan of everything he’s to wear to work today and smile in satisfaction.Klein could restrict me for doing everything for him, but not this. Not once has he
ELOISE’S POV.“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or sarcastic right now, Eloise.”“I’m being very serious. Does she qualify for the position as Director of Production of PHOROMA?” I ask, my voice sounding a lot more intense. I watch him chew the food in his mouth and swallow. A silent breath follows before he meets my gaze again.“What do you think?” I angrily slam my spoon against my plate and shoot him a heated glare.“Just answer the damn question, Klein. I don’t have time for your mind games tonight.”He looks at me long and hard, probably finding it hard to believe that I just used that tone on him.“You must have lost it if you think I’d hire someone without the right qualifications for such a vital position in the company.”“I thought there was going to be a vote or even if you had to appoint, you’d pick someone in the company. Someone who’s already versed with all the affairs of PHOROMA, and WESLEY Co. as a whole.” When I’m done talking, he gently drops his fork on his plat
ELOISE’S POV.About thirty minutes later, Klein walks out of our closet dressed in pajamas, his hair wet and ruffled with a few strands sticking down his face. As he approaches the bed where I’m sitting, I tear my gaze away from his body and plaster on the wall far ahead of me. If I stare at him too much, his handsome face and hot body will cajole me into letting go of the anger burning in my chest. I’m still very mad at him.First, he has blatantly refused to explain in detail why he owes his life to Jasmine. Second, he looked me in my eyes and called me a nagging wife and lastly, he hasn’t apologized for abandoning me today even though I was hurt. He sees absolutely nothing wrong in the fact that he took Jasmine to the hospital and not me, his wife. What an insensitive prick!“Eloise.” His deep voice sounds my name and I turn to face him even though I don’t want to. “Would you like to go downstairs for dinner or would rather it be served here?”“I said I’m not hungry.” I snap and lo
ELOISE’S POV.“Come in.” I signal when a gentle knock sounds on the room door. Immediately, the door is pushed open and a maid in uniform steps in.“Good evening, Mrs. Wesley.” She greets formally and makes her way over to the bed where I’m seated.“Good evening, Sophia.” I greet, not sparing her a glance because I know exactly why she’s here.“Ma’am it’s already ten pm and you still haven’t had dinner. You need to eat to be able to take your medication. Please.”I heave out a frustrated sigh and curse Logan under my breath. When he brought me home from the hospital, he completely went overboard by rallying all the household servants and telling them I was unwell and needed proper care and attention and since then, I have not rested. They keep checking up on me every now and then. A few of them even ganged up and bathed me because they didn’t want me wetting my wound.It’s a sweet gesture from my home employees and it proves how much they care about me, but right now, I’m too angry an