Diary Of A Bitch 36 Goodnight My Angel

"S—she's my late wife" He said and literally ran out of the study. That was weird. I frowned but refrained from following him,if he didn't want to talk about it then I wouldn't force him. He already told me who she is so I focused on cleaning up the study. Halfway through,Joe came in to a.s.sist me and afterwards I showered and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. There was less fuss about who to cook this time as the their boss didn't reprimand them for earlier.

I made enough food for the whole populace of the house this time, I still haven't gotten used to having over 15 servants waiting on me like some princess. I'd tell Mr. Gorgeous to reduce the population of the servants soon.

After setting the dinner table,I politely asked Joe to call Mr. Gorgeous down for dinner as I didn't want to upset him more.

I was half expecting him not to come down but surprisingly he did. He was wearing house clothes and was peering into his phone as he bounced down the stairs. He recently shaved off his beards and looked fresh. He gently sat on the the head of the dinning table like and emperor waiting to be served. I made local dishes this time, I served him like an obedient maid.

Dinner was silent,I barely even touched my food as the unnerving silence was getting to me. For some reason he has been avoiding me since I asked about Chloe.

After dinner he went straight upstairs and I went to the kitchen to clean up. By 8pm, I was already in my nighties, on my bed. I took out my new diary and shared my latest encounter with Mr. Gorgeous. Somehow that calmed me down a little, then I switched off the bedside lamp and closed my eyes.

9:45pm. My eyes were still wide open

10:34pm. I continued the tossing and turning in restlessness

11:56pm. I went to take a shower in the hopes that I'll be able to sleep.

12:14am. I jumped out if bed in restlessness again . What is wrong with me,why can't I sleep?, isn't it bad for the baby if I am not able to sleep properly?. This is one of those times I need to talk to either Michael or Becky. But without a way to get through to them. I felt lonely.

1:01am. I slipped into my pink silk robe and shuffled downstairs. Afraid that I'll wake someone up,I almost tiptoed down to my current favorite place– the kitchen.

I made a fruit smoothie and took a slice off the chocolate cake I baked earlier. Considering the fact that I ate very little at dinner,my stomach was almost empty. I was amazed at how ravenous I was as I finished the big slice of cake within minutes. I went over to the fridge and sliced out another large slice, I wonder if it was me or the baby.

After eating another large portion of the cake, I made hot cocoa and poured it in a Thermos and made for my room only to be stopped at the sight of Mr. Gorgeous. Why is he here "because it's his kitchen,h.e.l.lo?" OK my demon was back.

"H— hi". I smiled nervously, did he see me raiding his kitchen and devouring that cake like a glutton?. His amused smile gave me an unpleasant answer.

" How long have you been here?"

*No answer*

"The baby makes me eat a lot you know". I was fl.u.s.tered so much so that I could hardly think straight

"...."

"uhm....I'm sorry for...". Wait, for what exactly?

" For?". I don't know either OK?

"erm....I .....uhm". Vee Vee what are you saying?

He chuckled slightly " You actually look cute this way you know?, and it's refreshing to know that you don't have everything figured out all the time". Huh?, he thinks I have everything figured out?. I gave him a scowl that froze his smile.

"What are you doing up by this time by the way?"

"I couldn't sleep,so I came to the kitchen"

"Whenever you have trouble sleeping, you to a kitchen?". Why does that question sound weird

" Actually, the kitchen is like my refuge. I immerse myself in cooking whenever I feel down,sad or restless. it helps me forget my problems for a while, do you want some cake?, I baked it earlier ". He slightly nodded and I went to the direction of the fridge.

" You shouldn't stress your self to male my meals anymore". He said and sat on a stool near the counter.

"Huh?,Why?, my cooking is that bad?". I frowned and placed a plate of cake and handed him a fork

" Not at all,your cooking is actually very nice. it reminds me of someone ". I saw that dark loneliness in his eyes again.

" Chloe?". His face went black again. Why did that name always provokes this types of reaction I'm not comfortable with?

"It's OK if you don't want to talk about it, want some cocoa?".

" mm" he nodded with his drooped shoulders I poured him a mug of cocoa and helped myself to some too. There was another unnerving silence

"This tastes nice" he said awkwardly.

"Thanks, I wanted to talk to you about something". His face turned darker

" I'm all ears". He mumbled

"I thought a lot about your earlier proposal. I know more than anyone else what it means to be taken advantage of, I wouldn't allow that to happen to someone else under my watch, and as a mother I'd love my baby to have a normal life, I don't want him to pay for my sins so I've decided that I'll marry you". I rubbed my abdomen lightly,I hoped I was doing the right thing. He was visibly happy and I somehow felt like Santa

" Thank you" he was grinning from ear to ear.

"I promise the best for the baby, it it's a she,I'd make arrangements for the wedding in the morning, if you need anything just let me know"

"Mm, I'd like to retire for the night,sweet dreams" I was suddenly feeling very tired.

"Good night" and he knelt in front of me and gently touched my tummy.

"Goodnight my angel, daddy loves you".