Chapter19 Thank you

Zuriel's mansion was on the other side of the city.
I couldn't help but notice how big the houses were, even in the dark. Nathan stopped the car in front of what was supposed to be Zuriel's mansion. I saw it on the gates there. Not only that, a team of security guards was standing there.
Mr. Nathan quickly pulled out a card. I quickly realised what it was and neared the car toward the gate to swipe the card in a small attached box. The gates made a sound before opening.
Swiping the card again, the door opened. As soon as I entered, I forgot to take a breath. I knew my husband was rich, but bloody hell, I wasn't expecting this much of a lavish lifestyle. Everything in this house was so elegant, classy, and screaming with money.
The huge mansion was designed as a solid rectangular concrete structure that stood in the middle of the vast estate.
In the back, I gasped when I found the river, and pools, gardens, and ponds, surrounding it, making it look like a second world.
I've always seen many beautiful houses in magazines, but they're nothing as compared to this mansion.
The walls are all white, with glass accents.
A bullet could not pass through it.
My eyes darted to the top of the mansion, and I noticed the helipad.
I kept looking at it with my mouth open.
The moment you realised your husband is extremely wealthy
I've never imagined in my life that one day I'd see the mansion with an airport inside.
I'm joking, he is Zuriel Richardson.
I was standing in the living room, which is five times bigger than my whole mansion. I wondered how big the rooms were in his mansion.
Suddenly, a middle-aged lady came in front of me and bowed down a little.
in front of me.
I gave her a sly nod.
I looked around at the beautiful modern house. I'd never seen such an amazing mansion before.
Noticing my curiosity, Janice smiled and put her hand over my arm.
"Come, let me give you a tour of the mansion," she said, and I nodded.
Following her
Have you ever wondered how Charlie must have felt when he stepped inside the chocolate factory? Ask me. Do you know all the excitement you get when you feel like everything in your boss's house is made of pure gold? Yes, the feeling was mutual. I never understood the hype of people making their houses look so... stunning.
Zuriel was one of those people. I really thought his house would be a total bachelor's pad, but I couldn't be more wrong. Yes, it had all the equipment you see in a single guy's house, but it was spotless. Despite its size, I couldn't help but notice how empty and lonely it felt. The whole house was drowned in complete silence. Something I am not fond of
We were on the first floor at the time, and she led me into a bedroom.
It's very beautiful; the walls around it are made up of large glass, with a queen-size bed in the middle, and a walk-in closet with a TV in the middle. It's the definition of perfect pal
"Hope you'll like it. Master told me to make a bedroom ready for you. This is your bedroom," she said.
I looked at her, "my bedroom?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yes," she said, and I nodded.
A part of me was feeling so down that it felt like my heart was shrinking, chewing my lip. I trailed around the room and sat on the bed.
It's not like I'm having any problem with that, but I thought we might live in the same room. I mean, we're married now, and I know I sound so stupid.
I was behaving as if I couldn't even breathe in the same room with him and hated him so much, but after that Lucas incident, the way he was at my back, the way he tore those pictures away and threw them on Lucas's face,I felt relieved.
It's really very, very different from his typical self. A tingling warmth in my limbs is aroused when I remember that scene of our kiss and how amazing his lips felt over mine.
My eyes widened and I shook my head quickly.
I'm overthinking relaxing Bri
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I looked around, then back at the door; it was nearly midnight, and he hadn't returned home yet.
I looked at the "thank you card", which I made for him. I just don't know how to say thank you to him properly. I mean, I think that I would not look good if I apologised to him empty-handed, so I've decided to make a sorry card for him, with a bunch of five yellow roses.
I know we both started off the wrong way, and I really misunderstood him as a bad person, but I've got to know at our wedding that he's not that bad.
He saved me from Lucas. More importantly, he saved my honour.
I didn't know what to give him, because he already has everything.
I'm behaving like a typical clingy wife.
No, no I quickly shook my head and took the Vogue magazine off the table, turning its pages.
But again, I looked up and again glanced at the door.
Where are you, Zuriel?
I just wanted to thank him for backing me when Lucas was accusing me of
Suddenly, I felt a noise from the door.
It's Zuriel.
He's indifferent about clothes; he was in another suit, not in our wedding suit.
Where did he even change his clothes?
"Why do you care?" Zuriel said to me while sitting on the couch taking out his laptop.
I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.
"W... what?" I asked him.
He shook his head and returned to his laptop, where he was working.
I never said anything to him. Then how did he get to know what I was thinking?
Can he read the minds too?
I shifted my weight and cleared my throat.
I said, "Keep giving that card." I don't know about him.
He looked at the card, tilting his head backward.
I smiled a little, gesturing towards the "thank you card" I made for him.
Like as I am, I've never been involved or let anyone get to me before, so I just don't know how to deal with people in different situations.
But I've always seen my classmates in high school making thank you cards if they wanted to show their gratitude to someone, so I also did the same.
I nodded when he raised his eyebrows and I nodded when my eyes lit up when he looked at the thank you card I made for him.
"No need for that," he muttered before looking back again at his laptop.
My chest squeezed and even my stomach hurt from seeing his behaviour towards me.
I looked down, frowning.
Why can't he be a little nicer to me?
"My mom always taught me to respect other girls. That's why I was with you, even after knowing that you're a selfish, manipulative gold digger. That's the reason I backed you when that ex-boyfriend of yours was accusing you, and I don't do it for you, I did it because my mom brought me up in that way that never disrespects any girl, nor bear it if someone else does. If there was someone else also at your place, then I would have done the same." He spoke while typing something on his laptop. He didn't even glance at me once.
I ignored the churning in my stomach. I quickly stood up, but before I could make out, I was frozen when his voice made me stop.
I turned around as he smirked, finally shutting down his laptop and approaching me.
My breathing quickened when he came towards me. I swallowed. My mouth felt so dry. I don't know why, my body was reacting like this in front of him.
My chest tightened, leaving me short of breath.