Mr Billionaire's Heart

CHAPTER 13 HIS COUSIN

"Ouch!" I cried out in pain, prompting Arron to quickly rush to my side. Concern filled his eyes as he saw my injured leg, and he immediately asked, "What happened? Are you okay?" He gently touched my sprained foot, showing his worry for my well-being.
"I slipped and fell," I replied through clenched teeth, trying to hold back tears. Blood was adding to the situation, making it even more unpleasant.
"Why do you always seem to excel in the art of clumsiness, my dear? Can't you be more careful?" Arron scolded, his expression stern as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
I winced at his words and gave him a glare in return.

 "Excuse me, sir, it seems I may have wandered into a graceful ballerina moment without realizing it. Accidents do happen, you know," I responded with a hint of sarcasm.

He chuckled and shook his head, seemingly unimpressed. "Keep telling yourself that, butterfingers," he playfully teased, clearly enjoying our banter.
Feeling the pain in my shoulders, he gave my leg a gentle rub, causing me to close my eyes and grit my teeth through the discomfort.
"I'll help you to your room," he offered, his scent lingering on my lips. Before I knew it, I found myself leaning against his strong chest, grasping onto his neck for support.
Once we reached my room, he carefully laid me down on the bed, his actions speaking volumes of his care and concern.

As I shifted my position, he went to retrieve the ointment, his gentle touch showing great care not to cause me any pain. The worry in his stunning blue eyes made me momentarily forget about our strained relationship. Oh, Aaron, the incredibly attractive man who seems to dislike me. But as he prepared to walk away, I found the courage to softly utter, "Um, Aaron." He turned back with a nonchalant "Hmm?" as if he hadn't just been tending to me like a knight from a bygone era.

"Hey, could you help me out and grab my PJs from the closet? My legs are having a tough time today," I asked gently, unsure of how he would react. With a slight nod, he walked over to my closet and brought back my bright pink and incredibly cozy pajamas.
"Thank you so much. Could you please bring them a little closer? I don't think I can reach from here," I sweetly requested, feeling a bit mischievous. I couldn't resist teasing him a bit, curious to see how long he could stay composed. As he handed me the pajamas, I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Surprised, he stepped back slightly but a small smile played on his lips."

"Thanks, my love," I replied calmly. "I just want to clarify, this marriage meant nothing to me," he said sternly. "I have strong feelings of dislike towards you, and I do not want you to ever consider me as your spouse or approach me in that way."

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Waking up to the sun's embrace, I basked in the luxurious glow streaming through my huge bedroom window. Like a queen admiring her domain, I rose from my bed and checked on my injured ankle, which was thankfully showing signs of improvement. Phew. But wait, a quick glance at my wall clock revealed the shocking reality: 11 a.m.?! I must have been sleeping like a log all morning.

I started to panic when I realized that my husband Aaron had probably left for work hours ago. How on earth was I supposed to prepare his lunch now?! Just as I was on the verge of letting out a string of colorful curse words, Amy appeared with a tray of breakfast and some extra help. Thank goodness for household staff. She smiled at me and asked how I slept, as if "sweetheart" was a nickname I had ever allowed anyone to use for me.
But hey, that's the price of being a bit high-maintenance and well-off, right? I sat myself down next to the spread of delicious food laid out before me, eagerly breathing in the alluring aromas. Another maid came over, holding a bottle of painkillers like it was a sacred object. They really did think of everything. Amy sent the others away, and I dove in with enthusiasm. Life was pretty good, all things considered.