He did switch on the lights, I could feel his heavy steps howling in that giant room, I still was stuffing myself on the couch with my eyes tightly closed and hoping that he wouldn't find me and I could stay there for some more time. But my sleeping acting didn't convince Caleb as he put his hand over my arm and shook me, saying, "Stop it, get up."

I, being so stubborn didn't. Thinking that if I would keep myself planted there like that, it was possible that he'd go. But who was I kidding? It was Caleb Pierce. You couldn't just trick him. "Scarlet, get up, I know you're not asleep."

I mumbled, keeping my head buried in that comfortable softness, "But I want to fall asleep. So I don't hear you yelling my name."

"I called you upstairs, why did you not come?" He asked, he seemed pissed off with his curt tone lacing his every word.

I chuckled, though it came out muffled idiotic sound, "Am I your servant?"

"I did not mean that." His tone had lost his heaviness immediately. He explained himself in a very light tone, thinking that I was offended, "I did not mean to dominate you but I needed you in our room while you just said to our servant that you didn't give a damn if I looked angry or like a damn unicorn. What the hell? Can we not argue in front of servants."

"Why did you need me in our room?" I didn't care what he explained, all I wanted to know why did he need me in our room. Him needing me and calling his room ours was a big shock to me as I sat up on the couch, looking up at him, his body posture was stiff, and his eyes were already on me. He changed into casuals. Grey shirt, black sweats. Hair were swiped to the left side, loose silky strands were shamelessly laying on his forehead.

I felt the crazy need to cut them or push them back. But before me, he himself pushed them back and ran his hand in his hair. He stared at me as if he was judging me. Why was I even surprised about that?

"Why were you going mad and calling me as if your life was dependent on me?" I asked, ignoring those strands, and the fact that he called his room ours, I just blankly continued to stare at him.

"Irene called," He spoke up, I didn't ignore that softness of voice that he immediately acquired at her name, I also didn't ignore how he looked away from me in a second at her name. It ignited a rare kind of tingle in my heart and I felt the need to hop off the couch and stand up in front of him with some noticeable space.

I heaved a sigh and folded my arms across my chest, crooked an eyebrow and asked, "Yes, so?"

"She called me because you didn't receive her call-"

"Are you angry that I didn't receive your ex- fiancé's call? My phone is always on vibration mode or silent mode, I must have didn't hear it." I huffed.

"Don't interrupt me ever again and conclude non-existent things. I got to know that you asked her about my food preferences, that made me angry, Scarlet. You could have called me? Look through the food profile? But yet you chose to ask her? Why would you do that out of all the other preferable options?" He looked pissed and took his steps towards me, I stepped back and extended my hand to stop him. He seemed angry, not pissed. With that familiar glare, with that merged annoyed eyebrows, with those pursed lips...he seemed so triggered.

"Firstly, Mr Pierce, I did not know about the food profiles and all. Secondly, my sister is someone you liked so why are you so pissed off? I just asked her, what is the big deal? Are you bitter that she left you so you are not going to have anything with her. I thought you married me for her and you understood her and blah blah-" He held my palm and pulled me to him, cutting me off with his other hand shutting my mouth.

"Me?" he questioned, "what about asking to me instead of your sister who is my ex, who is someone I liked but who is also someone I want to forget now. Your call to her for our matter is not helping that cause, Scarlet. I want her out of my life, once for all. I understood her, yes. I married you instead of making an issue about it for her, partial truth. Because even if it was not for her, I would have done it for my parents. Because I owe my parents a lot. So, can you not include in our matters. If you want to ask anything, ask me not her, she is not mine anymore. She is not related to me. Do you get it?" He was speaking continuously, without a break for breath and when he ended, his glare turned into a desperate stare. I could see how his infatuation for Irene was still there, hurting him. She was the first girl he liked, obviously it was going to be so hard to forget her but that fact hurt me a lot as well. I did not know why but it did.

He put his hand off my mouth, "She is still yours, a part of you still holds on to her," I replied. The desperation in his eyes lessened and the barrier he always carried just came in, and frustrated me because I was just about to get to know that stone hearted man and then boom, he hid himself again.

He left my hand and pulled himself away from me, "No," he denied. I expected a No from him, to be honest. He didn't seem like man who would accept that he still liked someone who couldn't be his.

"Okay, if not then tell me that how can you forget someone for whom you have deep feelings? Especially the first person in your life who ignited such kind of emotions in you." I casually asked, knowing that he wouldn't have a proper answer or to be precise, a solution because he himself hadn't figure out how could someone just forget?

"Where is our conversation going, Scarlet? Why are you even questioning that? I don't think you have someone like that in your life right now? Why would you want to know how? You probably won't ever need such solutions?" He ignored my question and shut me. He was walking away from me, his anger seemed to have cooled down but I caught his wrist and it got his attention and he turned to me, his deep blue eyes met mine with a flare, it always did.

"What if in future I would need that, so tell me if Irene is not a part of you still then how did you forget her or kept her away from your heart? Because your outburst was a clear indication that you were effected with her voice, that it brought back some feelings that you had for her." I explained and he frowned.

"What future?" I did not want to remind him that we had almost six months and it was possible that I could lose myself in those six months and would be in need of some therapy after that time period. I did not want to create any awkwardness as he seemed to forget that 'us' 'our' was just for some time and after that, it would be me and him, separately. Our names wouldn't be indicated to a couple, but two people who would be away from each other.

"Just tell me, don't ignore my suspicion and question?" I asked, ignoring his question. He seemed hesitant and tried to shrug my hand off his wrist with his other hand. But he could have succeeded if he had used his tight grasp instead of the way he was trying to put my hand away from his wrist-like a touch of feather.

"I don't know, Scarlet. I don't know how can you forget someone for whom you had such deep feelings. But it is not like she is in my mind 24/7 and I am crazy about her. I did not know a wife would like to hear about her husband's ex still having an impact on her husband?" He raised his eyebrow and bit his lip, he tried to divert me from the real topic of Irene and Him by talking about his wife and himself. Classic. At first he was not ready to accept me as his wife, then all of sudden, his room became our room, his matters became our matter, Irene's sister became his wife.

Improvement.

I was glad so a small smile played on my lips and he slightly frowned at it, I asked, pulling him close to him by his wrist that was still in my tight grip, "Who is your wife, Caleb? I thought you did not like to me accept as your wife."

He looked away, great! He looked down at the floor, maybe trying to get an answer in his head so that he could justify his conflicting statements, I put my hand over his cheek, which earned me his immediate attention and he looked at me, I stared up at him, demanding an answer with a wiggle.

He shook his head, rolled his eyes at me and sighed. "I think we are past that issue, Mrs Pierce. I deny reality when I am drunk or angry so must have been a bad moment where I did deny you." He smirked at me, as he handled my question like a pro.

His stubble felt good under my skin, I did not remember that when was the last time where I had a man other than Caleb that close to me, with my hand over his cheek. That level of proximity with me was only Caleb's right.

Though it was quite awkward that I was staring at him, speechless and my hand was grazing his cheek and he was not reacting or putting my hand off him instead continued to look into me, with the same intensity that my eyes must have held.

"I am hungry," he mumbled.

And with that, that perfect fairytale moment ended. Food was our enemy, I must say. I got my hand off him and left his wrist, then stepped back and gulped. Looking here and there, I tried to gain my composure back.

"I am sorry, I also asked Cara and Lara to go back to their quarters and I also didn't prepare anything." I looked down in embarrassment.

I heard a chuckled, was I hearing right? A chuckle from the prince of arrogance. I looked up at him and found him with a huge grin. "What are you smiling at? Mocking me right?"

He nodded, what the hell! "Yes, I mean I just remembered the effort you put in your cooking task for me." He chuckled again and I was annoyed, I pouted and looked down again frowning.

"Come on, I had a hectic day at office, just needed a little laugh." He said, holding my forearm and with that, he shook me a bit.

"Caleb," I whispered. I couldn't look up at him, because his smile was making me feel weak in my knees, it was a smile that a girl would die for. It was a smile that could take away each and every part of my soul that held misery and could purify me from all the sufferings. It was the smile that could make me infatuated with him, and why would I want that.

"Yes," He answered, his voiced laced with interest.

"Nothing," I mumbled and he leaned towards my ear, his raspy yet soft tone was melted in my ear as he responded, "You know how to prepare noodles right? I know the sauce!" There was a playful element in his voice.

I looked up and found him so close to my face, I could kiss him if we didn't have those barriers like contract which held our sealed fate. I could have kiss those lips without a doubt if he was mine.

But he wasn't.

I ignored my unusual desires for him which came out of nowhere in my head and distracted me. I peered at those dark blue eyes of him, ignoring the fact that his lips were so close to mine and I smiled at him, "Yes, I know noodles, Caleb."\

He ruined my romantic mood, as expected with his unnecessary bluntness, "It is a shock, Scarlet. Please don't mess them at least," he smirked and I put my hand over his chest and pushed him away, my small smile just got vanished and he looked completely unfazed. He enjoyed that victory.

But suddenly my mind wandered and I remembered the question that I had for him. As he seemed to be in a good mood, I decided to finally ask, before I could process anymore, he held my wrist and pulled me towards the door.

Probably happy about the fact that he was going to get some food. What a foodie! Food made Caleb happy! A new revelation.

It all seemed like an another beginning for me. With him referring to Caleb and Scarlet as 'us' their matter as 'our' matters, their room as 'our' room, accepting Scarlet as his wife, smiling and being not a cold heart bastard. It all seemed like an another beginning that could take me to somewhere so unknown and unexpected.

Saleb is improving! Yooho.

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