My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 41

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Ever since she went to their house for dinner, Rose only felt feelings of regret. 

It seemed that she gave them this false hope that she was getting used to them again and now Keenan was texting her every day, every hour. 

+ Good morning
+ What did you eat for lunch?
+ Make sure you have a healthy meal. 
+ Don't forget to take your laundry. 
+ Good morning. 
+ They said its gonna rain today, don't forget to bring an umbrella.

+ I miss you...

A low sigh escaped her lips. Her arm came to her forehead where it rested on the hood of her eyes. The ceiling kept her from floating upwards but her mind was somewhere else.

Would he just leave her alone? Actually, could he leave her alone? Was she even able to get away? Every time she did, he always showed up someway or another.

"What a freak," she said to no one.

Her phone suddenly buzzed and her eyes instinctively went to it. It was probably him. Another useless text that she would never reply to. 

He always kept bugging her unnecessarily, like it was his hobby, but yet she still picked up the phone and angrily opened the screen. 

A tiny message asking her what she was doing had popped up. Naturally, she left him on read and didn't bother with it.

+ What are you up to?

She huffed and rolled her eyes. She then left it on the counter untouched for the remainder of the night with it buzzing every so often.

She thought that a nice warm bath would soothe all the anxiety away so she quickly turned on the hot water in the bathtub.

Bubbles and hot water were definitely a stress reliever for her. No one could tell her otherwise.

Once the bath tub was half-filled, she poured in a bubbly soap and turned the tap back on so that it would start to foam.

She watched in a daze as the bubbles began to form on the waters surface. It gradually became bigger and bigger until it looked like only bubbles filled the tub.

Satisfied, she swiftly stripped herself from her clothing and quickly stepped into the tub and lied down with a deep sigh. 

The water felt great. 

She closed her eyes and laid there, letting herself soak in the tranquil water. 

If only she could feel this relaxed every day. Maybe then she could sleep more soundly. 

However, happy moments don't always last forever. In her case, they were always cut relatively short. That theory was quickly proven when she suddenly heard a knock. 

At first she just thought she was just hearing things, but the knock gradually became louder and louder.

She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance and tried to mute out the noise by covering her ears, but to no avail. 

The outrageous knock kept evading her personal space, a space where she thought she could control. Apparently not.

Groaning, she suddenly stood up from the tub and grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the rack.

"Fuck," she cursed as she tied it around her.

She kept this frown as she walked— more like stormed—towards her door and swung it open with a brutal force that even Hercules would be jealous of.