Bounded By A Deal

Chapter 17

Isabelle's POV

"Bryan, help me remove the meat pies from the oven," I requested politely. I was washing all the utensils, pots and containers that I used to prepare the meat pies whilst enjoying the fresh scent of baked flour.

"I've never done this before, but sure, I'll try." I watched him as he tried to open the gas cooker's oven using oven gloves to cover his hands. Fortunately, he was able to bring out the tray of meat pies successfully. He placed them on a cabinet.

"Can I take a bite?" Bryan asked, stretching his hand to steal a piece of pastry.

"Don't touch it! Wait till we take it to the living room," I demanded, giving him a glare.

I heard the sound of the front door open and then after a few seconds it closed.

"Who's that? Did someone enter the house?" Bryan asked.

I shrugged off the thought that anyone entered the house. "Ashley probably went out and came in," I suggested.

"Maybe!"

I turned to the sink of pots, utensils and containers deciding to finish my work of washing them quickly so that I can go to the aspect of munching on some delicious meat pies.

"Isabelle, when can we start eating these gorgeous looking elements of yummy goodness?" Bryan asked rather elaborately.

"When I finish washing all these things." My reply was a bit bland. I looked at him. "Will you help me?"

He shook his hands swiftly. "Nope! I'll pass."

I playfully glared at him. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I've had maids, cleaners, chefs, and so on work in my house since I was a child. What makes you think I would know how to wash plates?"

I hissed at him. What an exaggerated lifestyle!

"I barely see workers in your house when I visit," I pointed out. "It's also your mum that cooks most of the time."

"They don't necessarily come everyday and they don't come on weekends."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Ask my dad when you see him." His tone had a saucy edge to it.

"If you'll ever see him, that is," he added making me giggle.

When I thought back, I realized that I'd actually never seen Mr. Jide whenever I visited them. He was never at home. In fact, I'd not seen him since the first time we met at his office.

What a strange man! How can a family have so many strange components? Strange mother, strange father... at least the children were not strange.

A few minutes later, all the pots and other related items were all washed and organized in their proper order.

"Okay, Bryan. We can now go to the living room and eat."

I could see the delight on his face. "Yay! Finally!"

I carried the tray and walked out of the kitchen with Bryan trailing behind me. "Food is ready, Ashley!"

When we fully entered into the living room, I noticed Chinonye carefully seated on one of the sofas. I acted as if I didn't notice him.

How dare Ashley invite him to the house? What exactly was she thinking?

"Ah! Ah! Chinonye, you're here! When did you come?" I heard Bryan say. He walked over to Chinonye and shook his hand

"A few minutes ago," he answered. He looked at me and greeted, "Hi Isabelle!"

"Hi!" I replied in a happy tone, placing the tray on a nearby stool. "What brings you here?"