Chapter 2
Since Miss Carney had a request here, I had to comply. I immediately followed Eleanor back to the bedroom. She walked to the closet, opened the door and pointed to the sexy nightgowns inside.
“Which one do you like?” she asked.
I smiled, answering her question, “Any of them are fine with me.”
“Then let’s do it.”
She pointed at the bed, motioning for me to lie down.
I shook my head, turning her down by saying, “I can sleep with you, but I don’t want to do that with you. Besides, you should take a shower first.”
Eleanor froze for a moment before pointing at the door and shouting angrily, “Get out!”
I sighed, trying to tell her by arguing. “We agreed on this a long time ago. I don’t interfere in your private life, but taking a shower is basic respect.”
Eleanor clenched her fists, angrily saying, “I said, get out!”
I walked to the door but turned back with a grin as I told her, “Actually, you don’t have to shower, but in that case, you’ll have to pay extra.”
Bang!
She
threw her phone at me. I quickly reacted by shutting the door. But I had to admit that women were indeed terrifying. Back in the study, I turned on my computer and started a video conference.
“Alex, go to The 27 Club tomorrow. I’ve finalized the expansion project there.“\
“Oh and Blake, the fire protection system in Vancouver isn’t up to standard. The materials have been arranged, but you need to handle the negotiations.”
“Carter, I got a big import–export order from Francis. The profit on a round trip is $10 million and I can run about a dozen trips. You take care of it.”
Once that meeting ended, I switched to another room and continued another meeting. Before I knew it, it was past one in the morning, but I had wrapped up several major deals. Most of the projects in my hands actually came from Eleanor’s suitors. Surprisingly, lots of them came especially from Francis. I had convinced him that I had never touched Eleanor and in return, he gave me business deals. He thought that it was a way to keep me satisfied.
But what about the truth?
Both Eleanor and I were still very young. She was stunning, while I wasn’t that bad–looking either. So, it was impossible for nothing to happen with both of us living under the same roof. You could say that out of seven days in a week, at least four or five were filled with “battles.”
The next morning, I got up to make breakfast. Even though we had a chef, Eleanor insisted that I cook for her every day. As usual, I made poutine for her!
“There’s a cocktail party at our old mansion in Forest Hill South tonight. Do you have time?” Eleanor asked while eating.
I nodded without hesitation as I answered her question, “Even if I didn’t, I’d still go.”
Why? It was because the Carney Family’s cocktail party was a prime networking event. Only a fool would miss it.”
As for the hostility that was given by my father–in–law, mother–in–law, brother–in–law and sister–in–law? That didn’t bother me. Not to mention, I was already known as a cuckolded man of Toronto. What more could they say?”
Eleanor put down her cutleries, furrowing her perfectly shaped brows.
“Are you going to help me keep suitors away, or for yourself?”
I replied in a matter–of–factly tone, “Suitors only prove how attractive my wife is. Why would I block them?“”
Eleanor’s face turned cold. She stood up.
“I’m not eating anymore.”
I sighed, feeling bad for the unfinished poutine. Eventually, I sat down and finished them myself.
That night, Eleanor and I arrived at the Carney Family’s old mansion in Forest Hill South. As soon as we arrived, I could see that the massive parking lot was already filled with luxury cars.
I got out, walked around to open Eleanor’s door and offered her my arm.
She took it and whispered as we walked inside, “Tonight will be different. I hope you’ll help me when I need it.“”
I nodded, telling her, “Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you.”
Eleanor shot me a glare but said nothing. I couldn’t help but think of something. Why was she still unhappy? Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted?!
12:41 PM
As soon as we stepped inside, my brother–in–law andrew, stormed up to us.
He shot me a furious glare before turning to Eleanor and shouting, “Take your hands off that worthless man!”
