The car seems as if it's driving like a forced turtle.
I felt suffocated inside the car because everyone present inside the car seemed very cold.
I don't know if I should strike up a conversation again, but there is a possibility that I would be ignored, so I decided not to try my luck.
And finally! The car finally gets to its destination.
I figured out that it's a place far away from town, and it's also far away from the place I do live in.
I bite my lower lips, hoping that Bellatrix should be doing very well in the hospital.
Well! The hospital isn't a place for fun, but I just hope that she's fine and recovering faster.
"Get down." The man who I suppose to be my husband said.
He had earlier denied the fact that he's my husband, but I'm a hundred and one people sure that he's kidding when he said that a while ago.
I nod my head like a reptile, before getting down from the car. "Sure!" I mumbled.
The man was assisted towards the wheelchair, and he rode the wheelchair on his own.
He leads the way, and after walking for a while, we finally arrive at a big mighty gate.
A man who was well dressed, and wasn't putting on any Halloween mask, opened the gate.
I walked behind the man in the wheelchair, and then I became surrounded by the most beautiful mansion that I have ever seen.
The Mansion is painted in white, and very long, and large.
The compound is surrounded by beautiful trees and flowers.
I slightly opened my eyes, and I gasped in admiration. "Is this house yours?" I asked.
The man in the wheelchair shakes his head sideways, before shifting his gaze towards me. "This house belongs to the young master!" He stated.
I nod my head in understanding. Not wanting to ask who this so-called master is.
The guy who had helped me to open the gate some minutes ago quickly ran towards the front, and he helped the disabled man to open the entrance door.
The house is known as beautiful.
From what I have heard so far. I have to disagree with the statement which says that beauty lies in the hands of the beholder.
Who would see this type of mansion and claim that it isn't beautiful?
The house is very beautiful, with a lot of beautiful interior designs.
There are different types of chandelier lights attached to the ceiling.
A big beautiful couch which is white was in the sitting room.
To the light, lies the fireplace, while ahead of me lies the dining room.
The house seems like a personal hotel, and the beauty steals my breath away.
"Stand here and wait for me, while I go call the Master!" The crippled man said.
I didn't reply to him but continued staring at my surroundings while drooling on myself.
My eyes finally went back to the man who's crippled. Well! For now, I'm going to calm him.
I'm currently contemplating how on Earth he's going to climb the stairs.
'Or did he pretend to be crippled?' I asked myself, but couldn't answer.
Currently! He seems to be contemplating how to climb the stairs.
'Do you need a hand?' I inquired.
"Are you always talkative? Natasha?" He mandated an answer from me.
"Nah!" I quickly replied. "I usually talk more than this, and that's if I'm comfortable with that individual, so you don't have to start getting pissed off, because there's more to come."
He didn't reply to me. But rather a hypnotizing, deep voice was suddenly heard.
"Be my wife." A voice declared.
"Be my wife, and I promise to give you everything!" The voice rang across the entire sitting room.
I have no idea where exactly the voice is coming from, but I'm guessing that the owners of the voice aren't far away.
"Be my..."
Before the owner of the voice was able to complete his statement. I cut him off.
"Honey! Do you have someone in your house who has a mental problem?" I asked the disabled Man. And I called him with a sweet pet name.
Since the two of us are the only ones inside the sitting room, then I believe that someone with a mental problem lives with this disabled man.
"The person who you are addressing as a disabled person is my brother." The man said coldly, before bringing out his phone as he typed something on it.
A minute of silence passed, and I heard the voice from earlier.
"Have you considered being my wife?" The hold, yet hypnotizing voice asked.
Well! I don't know who exactly the person on the other end is talking to, but I decided to play along. Besides, it would be so much fun.
"Sure! So can you fucking come out from your hideout, let's discuss marriage stuff properly!" I demanded with a loud voice.
I hate when guys fool around and beside the disabled man had once said that he's not my husband, so I'm guessing the invisible man that's asking for my hand in marriage is my so-called husband.
"Excuse me?" He stated, sounding as if he didn't expect my outburst, and within the next two minutes, I saw him climbing down the stairs.
If I said this house is beautiful, then I would try to describe the man that had just climbed down the stairs, with his wheelchair.
Handsome! Sexy! Breathing!
I can't find a nice place to categorize him, because he's more than that.
He stares at me with those eyes that show how displeased he's, while on the other hand, I start at him in admiration.
I don't mind drooling on myself, because for the first time in my life I'm seeing the most handsome creature.
An image suddenly pops up in my head, and my mind tells me that I might be wrong.
Perhaps he's not my husband, and maybe a man that looks old and ugly would show up and say that he's my husband.
"Abe, who the hell is she?" The other disabled man asked, before pulling away from his phone, which had been beside his ear.
"She's your wife." The guy who I'm now aware of bears Abe.
He pulled off his mask and got up from his wheelchair.
'Wait! He can walk?' I asked myself but became lost in his beauty.
I'm standing with the two most handsome guys of all time.
"She's my wife?" The man that had just ended his phone call a while ago asked.
Abe nods his head and then he smiles. "Yes! She is."
'Huh? Did I just sell myself to be the wife of a guy who doesn't know me?'