Fated

22. Taking care!

The construction of the new restaurant started. Along with construction of new restaurant, the renovation of the resorts was also approved. Christian was busy with the international project entrusted to him by his dad, Brandon. From what I know, it's about shopping mall. Evans group is going to invest and construct a shopping mall with a native company. As it's an international project, meeting are organized by video calls, keeping time difference in mind.

Christian's schedule from past week has been the same. Morning, he goes to construction site to supervise. He returns to office by afternoon. He has meeting to attend about the upcoming series, his production house has been producing. Then, at evening, he has to attend conference call for the international project.

Evans group not only deal with real estates. They also has construction company. They also investments in other businesses. They also own a production house along a media company, which produces movies and series, distribute films, news and program syndication provider. Evans groups are famous for real estates, hotels and media conglomerate.

"Boss. Your coffee." I say and place cup of coffee on his table. He's immerse in file.

He looks up at me. "What's the time?" He inquire.

"It's 6:30 pm." I say, after checking the time from my phone.

"When's the meeting with the international client?" He ask.

"That meeting has been canceled, as client had some family emergency. I've already inform Ron about it. Did he not inform you?"

"That guy... Leave it. He's busy with work. He might have forgotten to inform me." He says and sigh. "Let's leave in half an hour later." He tells me. I nod my head in response.

After 45 minutes, Christian comes out from his office. "Let's go." He says and walks to the elevator. I take my bag and phone. Follow him. We drive back home.

After reaching home, I found it empty. "Oh no. I forgot." I suddenly realize.

"What did you forgot?" Christian asks.

"That mom and dad went to their club meeting. They'll have dinner there." I remember.

"So, we don't have any dinner." He asks, dejected.

"Don't worry. I can quickly make something for us." I say.

"You don't have to. We'll order takeout." He suggests.

"No. Really, I can quickly cook something for us. Just give me some time. I promise you won't be disappointed." Saying this, I walk to kitchen.

I decide to cook spaghetti for dinner. I cook as quick as I can. I even stir fry some vegetables. After cooing is done, I serve them in big plate and bring them to table. Christian was already at the table.

"Enjoy." I say.

"Smells Good. Let's see how it will taste." Christian compliment. He twirls the spaghetti and take a bite. He chews and nod his head. "Not bad. It's taste good." He compliment.

"Thanks." I say and release breath which I don't know I was holding. I too take a bite from my plate. We enjoy the dinner. After dinner, we go back to our room. We get change into night suits.

We both were busy in our respective phones. When I remember something, "Tomorrow, are you going to attend the lunch meeting with directors and other producers? For the series?" I ask him.

He sighs and think about it. "I will attend."

"Okay." I type it in my memo. I don't want to forget it.

"Also, the manager from the construction site called to inform to call the plumber and electricians." I inform him.

"Hmm." He responds. I look at him. He has a big frown on his forehead. After a minute, he puts his phone down and lean his head on head rest.

"Are you okay?" I ask him. Casually, out of concern.

"I'm fine." He sighs.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

He massages his temple. Is he having an headache?

"Are you having an headache?" I ask him.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" He says in annoyance.

"Just asking. Out of concern." I talk back.

"Concern?" He humph.

"You know what..... Never mind." I say to him and bury myself in my phone. I just ask him out of concern. Why does he have to get annoy? Arrogant. Rude. Domerning. I won't ask him again. Let him suffer.

After few minutes, I look at him again. I didn't wanted to, really. I didn't wanted to. But, I did it because, he is my boss. Taking care of him is my duty as secretary. And also as his wife. I'm very responsible person. I never lack or slack off my duty.

Christian is still massaging his temple. His frown get deeper. I got up from the bed. Took out the medicine box and search for headache medicine. After finding it, I took them. Walk to Christian and hand it to him. "Here." I say.

He opens his eyes, looks at me then at the medicine then at me, again.

"You'll feel better." I say to him. He sighs and take the medicine from my hand. I bring a glass of water for him. He takes the medicine and lie down on the bed. I sit beside him and massage his temple. He opens his eyes.

"What?" I ask him. He stares at me while I'm massaging his forehead.

He just stares at me. My cheeks feels hot, under his stares. I'm blushing. My eyes wanders around. Why does he keep staring at me? I feel shy. I put my palm over his eyes. Blindfold him. "Close your eyes and sleep." I say.

"Hmm." He murmurs.

"Sleep." I tell again. I continue to massage his temple. After few minute, he is sleeping. I warmly caress his forehead and get up. I cover him with blanket. I was about to turn, when I got pulled. Christian pulls me by my hand. "Continue to massage." He says. His eyes still close.

"Am I your servant or what? Always following your order." I murmur to myself.

"I can hear it." He says in low tone. I sit against the head rest and continue to massage him. I don't know when I fall asleep.

The next day.

The sunlight hits me gently, I slowly open my eyes. It took me moments to finally be fully awake. I'm sitting against the headrest, I slept in the like this. I feel warm breaths on my lap. I look at my lap to find Christian's head resting on my lap. His arms wrap around my waist. Hugging me like a teddy bear or pillow.

I don't know how to react to it. A part of me felt weird, a part of me felt happy. No realizing, my hands move to his hair, caressing them softly. He stirs up and open his eyes.