Soon after Auntie left, and I was left alone with my thoughts once again. Despite what I said to reassure Auntie, I had no intention to talk to Hayden about anything. If he didn’t want to get involved, then I wouldn’t force him. I looked down at the business card that Auntie had given to me as I made up my mind to just leave everything to the organizers.
I wasn’t a picky person and if Hayden didn’t want to have a say in anything, then I might as well just completely outsource my problems. The organizer can help pick my wedding dress as well for all that I cared. The only request is for it to have no lace or laces that doesn’t make my skin itch when I start to sweat.
With that decided, I put the business card away with the intention to call the woman first thing early tomorrow morning. Suddenly, the door to my living room opened with a loud bang. No knocking before entering. It’s got to be Hayden and no one else.
“Why didn’t you come eat dinner?” he asked as he came to stand right in front of me.
His blue eyes glowered down at me from above and his eyes resembled blue flames that burnt brightly. Blue flames were hotter than their orange or red counterparts…by the way…
Which just means that he’s scarier when angry compared to the other guys.
“I wasn’t hungry…” I said honestly.
The other part that I didn’t want to mention was the fact that I didn’t particularly want to have dinner with him. I was sick of his single line responses, and I no longer had the energy to urge him into doing anything. That was it.
“How many times do I need to tell you this? It doesn’t matter if you’re hungry or not, you will eat your meals on time,” Hayden said through gritted teeth.
“I’ll eat my dinner here. I’ll get Auntie to bring it over,” I replied emotionlessly.
If Hayden realized the hidden message that I wanted to be alone right now, he completely ignored it and sat down right next to me on the sofa. I took in a deep breath and held it as I tried to control my urge to roll my eyes in completely exhaustion.
“Why are you sulking here all alone?” he asked as he turned sideways to stare at my face.
“I’m not sulking although I do prefer to be alone,” I replied.
“You are sulking. I’ll get Auntie and the maids to bring dinner over here,” Hayden said with a slight shake of his head.
“Haven’t you had dinner already?” I asked.
“Because of a certain someone not turning up, I haven’t eaten either,” Hayden replied curtly.
“Aha…” I murmured.
Why does he have to make it sound like this was all my fault?
Hayden took out his phone and typed a short message that was probably sent to Auntie before he put his phone down on the coffee table in front of us.
“I just sent you an email. Have a look,” Hayden said passively.
He sent me an email? Of what?
I reached out and grabbed my phone to check the email from Hayden. True to his words, he sent me an email around ten minutes ago. I clicked to open it and there was a file attached. A presentation file.
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