"I don't fucking care why you're here. Or what your mission is,"
His voice sounded hoarse causing Hazel to flinch. She had her head bowed low and her hair covering her eyes.
"You're not welcome here."
He said, plainly. Hazel felt her heart tighten when she heard those words. He made it known clearly to her. She was never really going to be accepted here. Just like always.
"I would be of no harm to you."
She muttered, scared of him. He looked at her, touching her chin. Her face was brought close to his.
"You're just someone sold by your family to me. I don't want to see you trying to get close to me. You mean nothing to me."
He stated coldly. Hazel felt shivers run down her spine. Before she could react, he brushed a strand of her hair.
"Your only job is to pose as my wife. And don't worry, I don't need a babysitter."
"I understand,"
She muttered, unable to look him in the eye. He was giving off a cold aura.
Her eyes suddenly went to his legs.
She hadn't taken much notice to the fact that he had a wheelchair close by.
"Your legs....,"
Her eyes fixed on them, assuringly. He looked at her, his jaw clenching.
He hated it when people looked at him there. Most of them mocked him because of it.
"What about them?"
He said, clearing his throat. For some reason, he wasn't that mad at her. One thing was sure, however. He was going to be cautious.
"I can fix it."
He searched her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope in them. Hazel looked up at him and saw him staring at her intently.
"It can't be fixed. Especially by you."
He said, his voice sounding gruff. She looked at him, disappointed at his words. She, however, didn't think much of it. Her siblings hadn't been better anyway.
"You only have paraplegia. It's not that serious."
She muttered and left the room.
He scoffed, watching her leave. Who does she think she is?
The past few years have been with him seeking overseas medication for his legs. Even the best doctors were clueless.
"Get me all details about her,"
He took the file on the table, scrolling through the pages. He still needed to check up on things going on in the company.
"And have my men keep a close tab on her."
"Yes, sir!"
His phone rang abruptly. A small unnoticeable smile crept unto his face.
"Hello, grandma,"
The old lady yelled from the phone.
"How could you get married without informing me! Do you even think of me as family?"
She asked, seemingly angry. Henry tapped his head and sighed.
"It was all uncle's plan. I thought you knew about it."
He explained, but the old lady wasn't even listening.
"Mark said you needed to get married as no woman would want you. How could you fall for his plan?"
The madam retorted angrily over the phone. Henry clenched his fists at the mention of his uncle's name.
"I know he's after the company, and this is a part of his making me away from the company. But trust me, grandma. I have this under control."
He said assuringly. The old lady, however, wasn't satisfied.
"How's the girl? Is she a spy for him?"
"Most definitely. She wouldn't even ever get the chance to be close to me."
He replied coldly. To him, he was going to use her as his tool to backfire his uncle.
That was if things were as he thought.
He ended the call and sent for the head maid.
"You called, sir,"
Margaret said respectfully. Henry nodded and motioned for her to move closer. She was one of those he considered family.
"Ensure the lady's room is far from mine. Also, see to it that she touches none of my things. Not even go near my room."
He said, and Margaret nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Hazel got into the room prepared by Margaret. Her eyes quickly scanned the room.
It was big. At least bigger than the mouse's hideout given to her back home.
"Maybe he isn't as ruthless as they claim."
She muttered but hurriedly nodded.
"Of course not! He didn't even show up at the civil affairs bureau. Just sent his man to get the certificate. "
She sighed, sitting on the bed. Her mind flashed back to when her mom dragged her to the court.
"They never really loved me. Not once."
She said, tears streaming down her eyes. This was how her life has always been. And it might continue that way.
She suddenly heard a knock on the door. She wiped her tears hurriedly.
"Come in."
A maid walked in. Hazel stood up and coughed lightly.
"Sir asked you to come down for dinner."
She said, bowing before turning to leave. Hazel hurriedly changed her clothes to a light blue one made of silk.
She went into the dining room as soon as she finished. To her dismay, he wasn't even there.
She decided to wait.
Fifteen minutes.
Thirty minutes.
One hour.
"What was I thinking. He's probably just a jerk!"
She said, standing and turned to leave but suddenly bumped into him on the wheelchair. His eyes held a strong piercing gaze as he glared at her.
"What did you just say?"