The Random Bride

Ch 4: Yes or no?

"Miss Miller?" Freya called again. This time, Sarah lifted her eyes to her. Then, she battered her lashes a few times more than usual. 

"Yes... I heard you." She paused. "I understand that Mr. Ramsey didn't... didn't mean to propose." Her heartbeat picked up as she began to feel the weight of guilt. Freya didn't know about her chat with her son earlier that day or how much he had assured her that he wasn't kidding.

Sarah wondered how Freya might take it if she agreed to marry Ramsey. Mentally, Sarah shrugged her head. She had yet to decide. One look at her life and Ramsey's life, the obvious reply was staring her in the face. Still, Sarah had a strong conflict in her mind. Ramsey had made it clear that the only benefit for her would be an upliftment in her financial status. If there was one thing Sarah had always been sure about herself, it was the fact that she was not greedy. Now, she was starting to doubt herself.

Freya spared her a longer look before she looked away. Then, she relaxed into her seat and crossed her legs.

"You've been working here for what, three months?"

"Yes."

"You like working here, right?"

Sarah stared at Freya. There was something about the way she asked the question that made her uncomfortable. Nonetheless, Sarah forced a weak smile and replied, "Yes, I do."

"Good," Freya said. "It will also be good to keep you here longer. Don't you agree?" Her words lacked warmth, and Sarah felt as if she was being threatened.

"Yes."

Suddenly, she put up a brief smile.

"Alright. I'm glad we're on the same page, and we can put this behind us." Freya uncrossed her leg and sat up; her eyes lowered to the documents before her.

While Sarah contemplated if there was more to come, Freya lifted her eyes to her.

"You can leave." She stated in a quiet, authoritative tone.

Sarah nodded and quickly stood up. She walked halfway across the study room and then left, closing the door behind her. She put a hand on her chest and let out a sigh before walking to the kitchen.

* * *

Ramsey walked into his room late that night. Exhausted, he began to unbutton his shirt, and before he was done, there was a knock on his door. He stopped and went to open it. His mother stood in front of him in her night robe. A frown on her face.

"Mum."

Freya walked past him and into his room.

Ramsey blinked a few times, a light amusement on his face. "Okay."

"You were gone the whole day," Freya mentioned once Ramsey shut the door and turned to her.

Ramsey sat on the bed. "I was at work."

"No, you weren't there for half the day."

Ramsey scoffed. "What is this? You're spying on me now?"

"Ramsey, spare me the theatrics. I am always aware of what's happening at the company, and it's not always specifically about you. It seems like you don't grasp how important the family business is, especially considering you're going to lead it one day."

Ramsey bent to take off a sock before lifting his eyes back to her. "I have an older brother and sister."

Freya huffed out a light breath. "Step-brother and step-sister. You have more right to that business than both of them. It was crumbling until my father got me married to your father and invested in it. I need you to understand that single truth and take this seriously."