" What are you mixing in the coffee? Linda!" The servant startles, listening to the head servant's footsteps approaching her. She hurriedly slide her hand in the pocket, before facing the head servant. "Nothing. Sister. I was trying to make a cup of coffee for myself!"
The narrowed eyes scan the servant, then looks at the coffee mug. " You better not dare to do something. This house has cameras everywhere!"
" Ahh!" She jumps up with a scream when Linda's hand accidentally touched the edge of the mug and it shattered on the floor with sound. Some of the hot coffee fell on her foot. " What the hell do you think you are doing? Go back to your work!"
Linda gulps down, nodding constantly. The house has cameras. She doesn't have any idea. Hurriedly stepping out of the Villa, She dialed a number. Until the phone gets connected with the person she is expecting, She sits down on the bench.
" Dr. Shayne is speaking. Who is this?"
Linda's tongue runs over her dry lips, before inhaling sharply. " It's me, Ma'am! I am Linda!"
Hearing the familiar voice, she stands up, walking towards the window. Then glance at the door to see if anyone may listen to her conversation.." Why did you call me now? Did you do what I asked you to?". She sounds excited, guessing some happy news she may listen to.
" I have done it every day. But today, Sister said that The house has lots of cameras. What should I do? I don't want to get caught!" She panicked, talking in a low tone.
"Don't do anything anymore. She will get what she deserves soon. I will send the money soon. Good job!" Shayne smirks, resting her back on the chair again. Her eyes reach the ceiling, with a devious smirk.
" Edward has to be mine. He needs me only." Shayne blushes soon. Thinking about what will happen to Charlotte. How she will go and get back her Edward. Feeling so proud of herself, she takes her phone and dials Edward's number.
" Dr. Smith. ". Edward who is preparing to leave with Charlotte to have lunch with James, received the call. She is supervising his Dad's health. She may have something to talk about him.
" Edward! Are you free today? I thought to have lunch together. Don't say No. You promised me last time.". She excitedly speaks, wrapping her strands of hair around her finger. The tinted blush has remarkably made her look more shy.
However, Her smile disappears, turning into a cold and stern expression when Edward said No in response. She laughs, straightening her back.." Why? You promised you will take me to have lunch."
Edward looks at his beard in the mirror, then gazes up when Charlotte holds the tie around his neck to make a knot .." You lied to me. You are supposed to be abroad now. I thought you got any reports regarding my Dad's health. That's why I received your call but seems like you lied."
His voice resounds the disappointment. Edward always hates liars. She is not an exception.
" I know you are upset but I just returned. And I apologize for this." She apologizes, pushing her glasses upward. She hates the fact that she is caught red-handed.
" Still sorry. I have a meeting." Saying, he attempts to hang up when she again speaks, " What about coming for another session? You need therapy. Edward. You can walk again if you treat yourself. Don't go hard on yourself!"
Now Charlotte who is silently helping him dress up, stops, pausing for a second. Then her eyes go on Edward who rolls his eyes and hangs up on Shayne. " You can walk again..?" She sounds surprised.
Edward didn't reply. He checks himself in the mirror, wheeling towards the door.." We can't be late. Let's go.."
His cold voice makes her shut. His voice is telling her. She has no business with his problem. However, she just nods, taking the purse.
At the entrance of the restaurant, James is smoking while thinking something profoundly when he finds a sharp pain in his leg. " Ouch! What the hell! Bro!"
" Don't you know it's A smoking area? How dare you break the laws?" Edward shoots some death glare at James. James sighs, smashing the cigarettes underneath his shoes.
" I was waiting for your wife. Why are you here?" Shrugging, he walks inside being followed by Edward and Charlotte who is silent.
" I am her husband. I need to know what kind of deal you are going to make with her. What if you use her innocent and kind heart to make your profit?"
" You are something, Bro. I am not that bad ."
" Still Bad. "
When both of them are arguing, Charlotte sits down on the booked seat. She looks outside. The place is comfortable. A restaurant with historical designs around, some paintings have gained her attention. She keeps staring at them with her full attention. They are outstanding and beautiful. Edward notices her being dead silent after reaching out to her. She has a solemn face which intrigued him to know what happened.
" What do you want to order? Charlotte!" Edward asks, his voice cold yet gentle as usual. Charlotte smiles a little, looking at the waiter.." Fruit Salad..". She replies gazing out once again.
" Only fruit Salad? Are you dieting?" James speaks with a burst of laughter.." I can't understand you, girls. Diet is like oxygen to you all."
" That's rude. Mr. James!" She rolls her eyes, not eyeing anyone of them. Edward feels her being unbothered by them. Her eyes are clearly showing, she is upset with something...
" Shall we have lunch first? We will go shopping after that.". Edward smiles at her thinking girls like shopping. It will light up their moods. She nods still avoiding his eyes, not even turning towards him. Edward has to give up, seeing her unbreakable distance. He exhales, sipping the cold coffee.
" Did you guys fight with each other?" James gets close to Edward, leaning towards Edward's ear to whisper. He has noticed everything and now He is enjoying the cold silent fight.
" Shut up. I don't even know why she is upset suddenly!". He sighs, being defeated.
" I can feel you, bro. Women are hard to deal with. " James whispers back shaking his head constantly. . Edward rolls his eyes at James acting, stealing another glance at her.
" What do you do when your girlfriend gets upset? " He finally asked James. Seeing her no movement to giving her attention to him.
" You know she is my secretary. She gets angry every time. So I call her mother to know what she likes to eat and cook. I am an expert in cooking now!"
Cooking? Edward grips the silk on his legs that covers his legs, clenching them. Something replays in his mind which is not giving him pleasure.
" You can cook her favorite food too or order it. Girls love to eat.. Not everyone but still food can make them smile." James suggests more, grinning. Edward knows how to cook much better than himself.
Edward has no response, the waiter served the book a little earlier. He grabs his knife and fork, stealing another glance at her. However, the idea of cooking is roaming inside his mind.." I will never cook again.!"
Charlotte and James both of them look at Edward who just spoke out of his thoughts. James looks at Charlotte who peers intently at Edward. A look of puzzlement crosses her face, with an untold question.
"We have a chef." Charlotte didn't say, Do you know how to cook? instead, she used that. She doesn't have any intention to ask about his personal life. It's better to stay unknown about him.
Edward didn't know how to respond to her. He frowns realizing he just spoke out loud. James notices his troubled expression, patting his shoulder, giving a friendly look.." I am sorry for mentioning cooking. Don't force yourself!" James said in a low tone.
However, Since Charlotte isn't far away from them. She can see they are talking that they don't think, she should know about.
She now doesn't want to stay here for another second but can't leave too. It will be unprofessional. But She is hating this that time to time, she is finding her place. How much she is allowed to interfere with his personal life? How much he thinks she has the right to know everything about her husband. Seems like Edward just thinks of her as a wife to fulfill his responsibility. But in his mind, she is still an outsider...