" Hello. Mr. Rodriguez! Mr James has talked about you. It's a pleasure to meet you." A fine, tall, Italian man, holds his hand to shake and speaks respectively.
Edward smiles shaking his hand with him. They are here to meet the famous fashion designer and Charlotte wanted to learn more from him.
" She is my wife, Charlotte Rodriguez. A big fan of yours." Squeezing her hand, he looks at Charlotte who is saying Hello to the fashion designer, Angelo Salvatore, 30 years old. Her crimson red makes Edward's heartburn. Why is she making such a shy face?
" She is gorgeous. Hello, Mrs Rodriguez. James said you wished to learn from me. Seems like I need to vacate my schedule to give you my precious time. I can't reject such a beautiful lady."
Angelo holds her hand to kiss as formality but he chuckles softly when he gets a death glare from Edward who frees the grip around her wrist.
Edward's dark blue eyes reflect jealousy and possessiveness. Intertwining their hands, Edward forces a smile. "She doesn't like skinship. I hope you will respect her as a married woman."
Charlotte looks at her beloved husband whose earlobes to his eyes are red. He is holding himself back from taking her away from Angelo who is enjoying the possessiveness.
" Edward! What are you doing? It's just a -" she whispered but his shush made her shut.
His hand held her chin, getting close to her face, which was only a few inches apart from each other's lips, he whispered back. " I don't care."
Charlotte blushes when he leaves a peck on her lips and acts like nothing happened. A helpless sigh comes out of her mouth. Edward's possession has escalated after the confession they have done.
" Please take care of her. I will be here right after two hours and we will have dinner together. Don't go anywhere else without informing me, okay?"
She nods repeatedly, receiving a few more kisses as a goodbye kiss. Her chest tightened with butterflies. Edward doesn't even care about the surroundings and does everything to make her feel better.
" I am sorry for him. He is just a little possessive.." she awkwardly apologizes, sending him off. Rubbing her nape, she lowers her gaze, missing Edward already who has left to meet his old friends.
" No. It's fine. I love to see such a beautiful love. Anyway, Please follow me. I heard you are famous for raw design. I want to see your skill ." Angelo Salvatore, 30 years 30-year-old fashion designer knows how to tease people but he holds a great personality. The thirty years old, single man has yet to find his perfect one. However, he admires true and simple love.
He has never been in love with someone before. Trusts the love at first sight and believes in a fated one who will eventually come and love him the way he is.
" James told me that you have a unique style of designing. But I want to see it by myself. Hope I am not asking much. " Angelo places his device on a table and opens his design room.
A room with only colorful fabrics and threads. Charlotte's lips parted away with an awe in her eyes. All kinds of fabrics and threads, the popular designs collection from Victorian to modern available in this beautiful, enormous room. It's like an exhibition center.
" Did you collect them?" She asks touching the designs which are really old and rare. Even the design hasn't changed in the slightest. Same as hundreds of years ago.
" My great-grandfather was a royal seamster who designed lots of Royal outfits. So he collected them. I have been taking care of them after my grandmother handed them to me." He explained briefly about the history of his collection.
But he chuckles seeing how much she is interested in those designs. Usually, whenever some fashion designers meet and come into this room. They will be interested in his design and will try to copy his design. Seeing her being so occupied with the Old designs, he got a hunch, that she would definitely be different than others.
" Shall we start?" He asks after getting her attention.
Charlotte nods stealing another glance at the clothes. Then she walks towards the table and when a few bundles of fine silk fabrics are on.
" Are you letting me use such a good silk?" She touches the fabric and asks. Usually, the fabric is used for branded clothes. Even the handkerchief can cost a lots..
" You don't have to worry about it. Here, Try to draw something on it.."
Charlotte nods, pouting her lips unintentionally as she doesn't want to use such an expensive piece of clothes to draw something raw. Since she knows she has to do it, she thought to draw something meaningful.
Stealing another glance at the old designs on the wall, she smiles thinking something quick and precise.
Meanwhile...
Edward's car stopped in front of a private hospital where he would take his therapy. To be precise, he will go hard on him to be able to stand on his feet as soon as possible. Sometimes, whenever he gets out with Charlotte, people make fun of her. Calling her gold-diggers and sugar baby, just because she married him in this situation. Although she acts like nothing happened and she doesn't care, he feels guilty.
He wants to bring all the happiness to her, wants to give her the dreams that she always dreamed of. He can buy everything but her smile. And she smiles in exchange of his love, trust, and respect. So, whenever her smile disappears from her beautiful lips, he gets disappointed and keeps blaming himself.
" I have an appointment with Dr Sebastian Yvonne. " Placing the appointment letter on the desk, he speaks to the receptionist.
Seeing the huge bodyguards behind him, the receptionist did take longer to check his name and usher the room of Dr. Sebastian Yvonne.
Stopping the bodyguard from entering the room, he enters after knocking on the door.
" Mr Rodriguez! Why did you not inform me first? I would have come for you.." Sebastian stands up seeing Edward approaching him.
" It's okay. I didn't want to waste time. Shall we start?" The eagerness is distinct in his voice. He wants to finish it as soon as possible and leaves for his wife. After the rehab, he may feel uncomfortable to move but he must take his time to control his body.
Sebastian signals his assistant to prepare the room for Edward. Edward personally asked for a quiet room for his rehab and therapy. So that no paparazzi who are eager to discover the private life of a business tycoon can find out.
" Dr Shayne said you have improved a lot." He said helping him to stand up.
" Yes. I have been-"
" Patient Lisa! You shouldn't leave the room without our permission." Both of them look at the door when a nurse stops a lady who almost entered the room. Edward's eyebrows raise, trying to see who they might be.
" It's a patient who has been staying here for a long time. She is mentally unstable and an orphan.." Letting out a nervous laugh, he explains. Edward nods in response and concentrates on his standing. But his eyes go on the door when he hears the voice which creates a sudden shiver in his heart.
" I am still hungry. Why didn't you bring me my favorite apple pie.? I am upset."
At that moment, he doesn't know how to feel about the voice. But one thing he remembers, he wishes what he thought of shouldn't be true.