Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

‘I must get some gifts as well for him. But what?’ I thought while keeping my finger on my chin.

My stomach again growled and told me to feed him. So I left that thought to decide later and went to the washroom to freshen up, feed myself something, and look for Sean as well.

I do not know whether he has eaten anything.

I went down toward the kitchen. The lights were dim in the entire house, but enough for me to know where to go.

I believe the staff must be sleeping in their quarters. I hope I will find something in the fridge to eat, or else, with one hand, things will be very difficult for me to make.

But luckily, there was a bowl of pasta waiting for me, and it felt like they were calling me and asking me to eat it. All… lol.

I instantly warmed it up some and, with no delay, I sat on the breakfast stool and started relishing them, and once I was done, I kept the bowl in the sink and looked for Sean.

‘Such a meaning you are. First, you satisfy your hunger, and then you are thinking about Sean. My mind is mocked.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Well, I believe self-healing comes first. Call me selfish; I do not care.’ I reply to my mind, shrugging my shoulders.

But again, I am not mean. So I again warmed up some more for him and padded towards his study, where I assumed I could find him, and I was right.

While knocking slowly, I peeked in and saw a reading light on, and some files were open on the table.

A body was launching onto the chair with glasses on, and a slightly open mouth was giving me a sign of a person sleeping.

I padded towards him, and small snoring sounds were prominent in the room. My bunny slippers made some sounds while I was walking towards him.

Keeping the bowl on the table, I give proper attention to anything but an innocent face.

I so wanted to click the picture of him, but sadly, I had forgotten my phone in my room. But my intelligent mind worked fast, and I looked for his phone, and to my luck, I was on the table and wasting no time. I clicked a few pictures before he got up or changed his position.

I bit my lips while clicking the picture of his open mouth and glasses hanging on his nose.

But then I somehow felt bad. I know how much work pressure he has. It is difficult to take care of such a big company.

Keeping the phone back on the table, I tried to take his glasses off, but to my disappointment, this small moment broke his sleep.

“Hey” Closing his mouth, he spoke in a groggy voice.

“Hi,” I said while taking a seat on the table and running my fingers through his hair.

“When did you come?” He said to take my hand in his.

“Just now. Sorry, I woke you up.” I said it in a low voice.

“Oh, no, do not worry about that.” He said this while nuzzling my hand.

I wonder sometimes why he is obsessed with nuzzling. Sometimes my hair, sometimes the crock of my neck, and now my hand

“Why are you up?” He asked with closed eyes.

“I do not know. I guess I was hungry.” I pout, saying this, and giggle.

Chuckling, he said, “Let us feed you something, then.” Saying, he looked up.

“No, I just ate and brought some for you too,” I said, showing him the bowl I got for him.

He looked at the bowl and then at me, smiling. “That is so thoughtful of you, Wifey.” He kissed my hand.

“But why did you get up?” I asked while holding a bowl in my hand.

“I got an important call, and then I couldn’t sleep, so…” I could not let him finish and said, “So you started working, hmm?” I gave him a fake glare while taking a spoonful of pasta with a fork. I asked.

Taking in a mouthful of pasta, he nodded in agreement.

“You need to slow down, Sean, or else you will get sick; trust me,” I said. I was worried.

“Do not worry; nothing will happen to my darling. Now feed me. I am starving.” He changed the subject, smarty, and hence I did not want to starch it either, so I just shook my head in disappointment.

I fed him the whole bowl, looking at his beautiful face, and he ate peacefully, giving me an idea of how hungry he was.

“Why did you not eat when you were up for a long time?” I asked, feeding him the last spoonful of pasta.

“I forgot.” He shrugged his shoulders.

I again shook my head but stayed mum.

“Are you done with your work, or are there still some pending?” I asked while keeping the bowl to the side and gave her a glass of water that was lying on the table.

“No, babe, I am almost done. Let us go.” He said he kept the glass back after taking a few sips and getting up from the chair.

I got up too, and before I knew it, I was in his arms.

“Sean, put me down so I can walk,” I said while holding his neck with one hand.

“I know you can.” Ignoring my comment, he started walking out, and we reached our room.

‘I looked here and there on our way back and prayed no one would see us like this. Gosh, it will be so embarrassing.’ I thought.

“I will change and be back in a minute.” Putting me back on the bed, he went to change.

‘Sometimes this man is too stubborn to like.’ I thought about making faces, thinking about how he brought me into this room from his study.

Taking the cozy comforter off my body, I pushed myself in when suddenly I realized it was chilly nowadays.

I felt a hand on my waist, and I do not know who it was, so getting some more warmth from him, I pushed myself toward him, and soon sleep again took over.

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