Chapter 39: Overthinking

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Nevaeh had a headache when she woke up, and the bright light entering her eyes made it worse. She groaned as she momentarily closed her eyes.

She looked at his side of the bed, but he wasn't there. She felt an unknown feeling in her chest at his absence. Why was she thinking about him again?

He had held her and cuddled her after her nightmare. She could still remember the soft and steady rhythm of his heart. Her cheeks flushed when she remembered how she had shamelessly clung unto him, not wanting him to let go of her. So much for wanting to put some distance between them!

She couldn't even last a day. Ah, she was doomed.

What sort of man was he? Her temptation?!

Her mind flashed back to the conversation they had yesterday. The way he looked at her as he cared for her hand.

Her hand. The injury.

Her eyes instantly darted towards her hand. She was startled when she saw it was almost healed. The blackness on the surface of the wound was gone.

How was this possible?

Nevaeh was in a state of shock. So many things keeps happening to her recently. Things that were beyond human comprehension, and they were becoming overwhelming.

Perhaps, he had something to do with this. He had said he would fix it. And it seems he had, but how?

What did he do? Was this some sort of sorcery?

Sorcery? She scoffed at the absurdity of her thought. Why was she even thinking about that again? Those sorts of things didn't exist in this world. She must be losing her mind.

She suddenly remembered the time from yesterday when he had appeared in the room even though she had locked the door. How did he get in?

She chuckled and shook her head. Maybe she didn't lock the door as she had thought. She must be overthinking. As a matter of fact, she was overthinking.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality.

"Come in." She said as she stood up from the bed. Nevaeh was surprised to see a maid walk into the room. Had she not seen the line of servants on her first day, she'd have thought Mr Simon was the only staff in the house.

"Good morning madam, the master asked to wake you up, and also inform you to come down for lunch." The young maid said.

'Lunch?' Nevaeh looked at the table clock on the bedside table. She was surprised when she saw the time. It was noon already. How did she sleep for so long? She had had trouble sleeping after he had left her, taking his warmth with him, but she had somehow put herself to sleep. But how could she sleep for this long?

"Where is your master?"

"At the garden." The girl replied while Nevaeh nodded. She furrowed her brows when the girl remained standing.

"Is there anything else?" She inquired.

"The master asked us to bring this." The girl stepped aside, and two other maids brought in bags. Nevaeh was stunned at the number of shopping bags, and carts of clothes that were being carried into the room.

What was all this?

She took a look at one of the bags and there were skincare products. She was dumbfounded.

"He bought all these?" She asked as she looked at the room which was now filled like a mini-store.

"Yes." Nevaeh gasped in shock. What was wrong with him? Where were they going to fit into? She had a walk-in closet filled with clothes, so where was she going to put all these?

She looked at the maids and said, "Thank you." They bowed to her and left.

Nevaeh stood in awe as she looked around the crammed-up room. Was there an end to all these luxuries he provided her?

She smiled when she looked at the skincare products he had gotten for her. It was the same as his. He must have seen her surf the net for good skincare products the other day. She didn't even know he had been paying attention to her.

She wasn't a vain person, but after seeing how smooth and silk his skin was, she had been wondering if she could get something like that too.

She couldn't wait to try it out and see some good results. But why did he get her new clothes? She decided not to ponder much on the reasons why he did what he did, it would only make her headache worse.

Soon, Nevaeh got herself ready. She spent more time in the bathroom and in dressing up than she usually did. Why was she even going through so much to look pretty? It obviously wasn't for him. It couldn't be.

She looked at the mirror and heaved a sigh before walking out of the room. She headed for the garden to meet him.

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Nevaeh was stunned when he welcomed her with a radiant smile, and she couldn't help but smile back.

She watched as he walked towards her with his hands buried deep in the pocket of the maroon pants that covered his pair of long legs. She couldn't tell if white soothed him more, but the black shirt which revealed a fair portion of his chest wasn't looking bad on him.

"Good afternoon, my love." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good afternoon." She greeted back. She could never get used to the endearments.

"Slept well?" He asked while she nodded. The greater part of the night had been horrible with that eery nightmare, but she had slept better after that.

He smiled at her as he brushed his hand over her hair. "You look beautiful." He said, making her blush.

Nevaeh didn't know why she blushed, but her cheeks seemed to be betraying her a lot. Was it his voice, or was it the way he acted towards her that made her this way? Maybe both? She couldn't help it. He was getting worse at whatever he was doing to her, and she was badly falling for it.

God, help her soul.

"Come let's eat." He held her hand and led her towards the round table filled with delicacies. Her eyes glowed at the sight of the food.

"Thank you." She said when he pulled a seat for her. She had expected him to sit opposite her, but he pulled his chair close to her making her look at him confusedly.

As if he had read her mind, he smiled and picked up her plate and served in some food. "I'll feed you," he said.

Feed her? He was feeding her now?

"W..why?" Why? She wasn't supposed to ask why, but outrightly decline.

She gulped when he stared at her with his stirring eyes. His eyes directly pierced into hers. "Because you're injured." Nevaeh looked at her supposedly wounded hand before staring back at him. It was only just a cut, and it was on her left hand.

"I can feed myself."

"Then I'll be useless." She speechless gazed at him. "Let me feed you," he said raising a spoon towards her mouth.

Her eyes blinked rapidly as she stared at him and the spoon. This wasn't happening, was it? Nevaeh could hear the warning bells in her head, but she found herself already opening her mouth. He smiled and as he fed her.

She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure at the deliciousness of the food. Simon was truly a food prodigy. She sighed in her heart. She lowered her head in mortification when he chuckled amusedly at her remark.

"It's good, you like his cooking."

After a few spoons, Nevaeh no longer felt uncomfortable with him feeding her. He was doing it so naturally, and it also felt...nice.

"Thanks for the gifts." She said after a few minutes of silence had elapsed.

"They're not gifts. They're what you need, and as your husband, I must provide. You deserve that and more." He replied. Nevaeh stared at him, not sure of what to say but her stupid heart was already at it.

"You shouldn't have gotten me more clothes." They were unnecessary. She thought.

He paused the hand bringing a spoonful of food towards her mouth. "Your style seems to have changed. I'll get you more of what you like." He said before feeding her.

Nevaeh chewed as she thought about it. The clothes the maid had brought seemed to be more of her style than the extravagant ones in the closet.

He truly was paying much attention to her, wasn't he? She didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.

It couldn't be good, right. It would only be a matter of time before he discovered she was a fraud. This man was dangerous. He was beginning to know she was different from Elleanor. Her hand nervously gripped her clothe.

"What is wrong?" He asked with a frown.

She shook her head and tried to compose herself. "Nothing." She said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then eat some more." He told her.

Nevaeh ate as he had asked, but she no longer enjoyed the food. Her mind was suddenly filled with tumultuous thoughts. Why were her emotions suddenly conflicted? She was slightly startled when her phone when it chimed with a notification. It was a message from her dad.. It said Elleanor had been located.

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