Chapter 3

"Your thing is small. Right?" Your thing is small, right? ...thing is small, right? ...is small, right? ...small, right? ..right? Adira's question echoed in the clear and quiet night. It was a starry night sky with a cold wind gushing westward. Reports told nothing about the possible eruption of any volcanoes worldwide. Yet, when Chadwick heard Adira's question about the most precious thing in his body, he felt as if a sharp lightning cracked in the sky, and he listened to a thunder booming inside his head, molten him in anger. His temper peaked like a volcano about to erupt in its enormous rage. "I can handle that, I think," Adira said, nodding while looking at Chadwick's center. "But how small is it? Can you give me a hint so I can be prepared?" A fresh swell of rage rose, and Chadwick gritted his teeth. The fury is twisting his stomach and blurring his ability to think straight. Catching his breath with his wide-opened mouth, he grabbed the pillow and held it tightly with his trembling hand. When he pursed his lips, he started biting his lower lip, and he ignored the pain in the flesh inside his mouth until it felt numb. 'If only she is a man... If only she is a man!' Chadwick chanted these inwardly while imagining how relieving it would be to hit her face with a pillow. He really wanted to, but he won't. He cannot. He must not. He is not a violent person, to begin with. However, the question is enough to stir up his last inch of patience. When Adira saw her husband's sour expression, red face, and veins popping out from his neck, she couldn't stop the laugh from bursting out of her lips. "Pfft..." she let out loud chuckles and covered her mouth. Wordlessly, Chadwick watched Adira. A scowl marred his handsome face. He couldn't believe that she could even dare to laugh at him. He wanted to say that his thing isn't small. But if he does, he fears hell will fall from her trap. 'Damn it!' Chadwick cursed while gawking at Adira. Holding her intense belly, Adira wiped her teary eyes. Chadwick can't tell if she's being serious or only teasing him. Either way, he had already cursed her inside his head. He did it about three times, and he never felt satisfied. Adira stared at the threatening bloodthirstiness on his red face. Then, she felt the low temperature inside the room. 'He's really mad. Shoot,' Adira laughed internally. She forged a cough and said, "I was only joking. Seeing that you don't want to do it with me tonight, I won't force you anymore." 'But that does not mean I won't return,' Adira added. She smiled at him with the beam of a cat playing with a mouse; then she turned around. But Chadwick dropped a question with his keen edge voice before she could step away. "Do you like me?" The question he tossed was so sharp, like swords that can pierce a neck. Adira stared vacantly. It was just that the question bewildered her so much that she lost the sense of direction for the moment. Blinking swiftly, Adira tilted her head to her husband, who suddenly spoke of nonsense. "Did you fall for me because I am handsome?" he asked her again. He is handsome. Yes, that is true. A big CHECK. His good looks were a hot topic in the business world, as he was called the most handsome and youngest CEO ever, even way back before. Adira once saw that article in the magazine. Now, looking at him, Adira observed his face. Chadwick has cat-like eyes, rounded in the base and sharp in the end. Then his nose is pointed and thin, but not something that can cut an onion. He has straight brows that are always marred in front of Adira and cupid bow lips in which both corners have elevated shapes, making him look like a gorgeous large car. But to fall for him just because of his looks? Adira thinks her husband suffers from an 'I am handsome, and I know it's a disease. A lot of handsome men tried to woo Adira. Some are celebrities, others are athletes, and most are rich conglomerate sons of billionaires. However, no one preceded to swoon over the CEO of the Crimson and Meadow company. No one. And Chadwick, her husband, won't be her exemption. Even if he is the most handsome man in the world, Adira can't imagine herself falling for him just because of his looks. "I did not fall for you," she uttered with chuckles. "But if we share our genes, our future baby would be grateful." Chadwick's brows tangled in a deep accusatory scowl, an attitude as cold as an executioner's ax. He repeated the surprising word inside his head again and again. 'Baby? Baby? Baby?' Until it processed in his mind. "The reason I wanted to have sex with you is to get pregnant," Adira explained. "I am turning 32 this year. So, before it gets too late, I wanted to have a baby." Actually, Chadwick did not expect her to offer this to him. Aside from her age, they also got married only to resolve the current business problems in their companies, and soon, they might divorce. 'Why would she like to have my kid when there's a chance we will separate soon?' he wondered. "So, you wanted to get pregnant, that's all?" "You got my point, honey." Chadwick scratched his head while blinking his eyes swiftly, quite dumbfounded. "But I don't like to do it with you. What to do?" he asked, raising one of his brows. "You aren't worrying about who will inherit your company?" "No. My older brother has children. My nephews can inherit the company," he answered. "Woah, this is commendable. It is rare to see someone who does not have greed for power." "So, you should stop using me to fulfill your goal. There are still other ways for you to get pregnant," he suggested. "And you can also adopt a kid." Brushing her red hair upward, Adira responded with a sneer. "Do you think my father, who set me up for an arranged marriage for the company's sake, will accept a child whose blood came from an unknown man? Hmmm?" Chadwick could not respond. The answer is obvious. "If that really happened, then the child would only suffer. So, getting pregnant in this way is my only chance. When you are ready, just feel free to tell me. Okay? I will give you the privilege of choosing whose bed you want. My bed or your bed." Adira winked at her husband. When she turned around, her long crimson hair fluttered. She exited the room, leaving the flowery scent of lavender. Staring at the closed door, Chadwick soon caught his face with his palms and roughly washed it up and down. He really expected it would be easy to live with his wife as long as she was Adira Hale. But he only realized that he was wrong a little bit too late. "She is... a crazy woman," he mumbled in a low voice. He felt his phone vibrating while he was falling into deep thoughts of regrets about this marriage. Isa sent him a text message. ["I am so sorry, Chadwick. Perhaps, did you fight with your wife because of me?"] After reading the text, Chadwick took a deep breath and lay on his bed. "I don't even know if that is a fight or what," he mumbled. -- -- - -- - - -- - - -- - -- -- - - -- -- -- - - - - -- - - The following day came. The golden ray of sunshine brushed Adira's porcelain face. It woke her up from her sweet abyss. With a stretch, she welcomed the morning with a groan, "Ahhhhhh Hmmm." Today is her first morning living with her husband under the same roof. Usually, newlywed women wanted to fulfill their longtime dream of cooking their husbands' breakfast on their first morning as a married couple in their new house. Yet, Adira doesn't belong to that group. Why would she cook for Chadwick? She knows that Chadwick will do his best to avoid her as mus as possible. So, it will be a waste of time to cook for him. In addition to that, what Adira wanted was to seduce him in bed but not to make him fall in love with her. Relishing her spare time to stare at the blank space, Adira yawned. She stared at nothing for many minutes before deciding to start her day. Her plan? To do her daily routine, working as the diligent leader, the CEO of Crimson Meadow company. Waking up late won't ever be in Adira's dictionary. Just like what everyone who knows Adira is aware of, she hates people wasting their time by being irresponsible at work. In other words, she wanted to be a diligent and punctual leader, and being Chadwick's wife won't hinder that. With enough time left, Adira walked out of her room. She is still wearing the thin, silky crimson bathrobe she wore last night. The less fabric she wears, the more comfortable she feels in her sleep. "Ahhhh, my shoulder is aching," she groaned while walking to the kitchen. "Maybe I am getting older." Sighing, Adira stopped her pace and glanced at her husband's room. They are both CEO of two different companies. Therefore, she wondered if he had already left for work or if he was still in the middle of preparing. "If that weird man is up, I bet one million dollars that he won't walk out of his room because he does not want to bump into me," she chuckled. "This holy romantic v*rgin." Adira addressed him as 'Virgin' not because she's not one of the clubs. She does not have any experience too. Not even one. Yet, it is so confusing for her that Chadwick does not give in to temptation. "My sleepwear is too revealing. But he did not bat an eye," Adira complained nonchalantly while looking at her huge clothed bre*st. Clicking her tongue, she arrived at the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator when suddenly, she heard the doorbell. Ding dong~ Ding dong!~ She closed the door of the refrigerator and looked at the door. 'Who is crazy enough to visit our home this early morning?' she wondered, tilting her head. Thinking how odd it is to have a guest as a married couple on their first day together in their new house, Adira approached the security camera. On the screen of the security camera, she saw a cute woman standing in front of the door. "She looks very familiar," Adira murmured. She narrowed her eyes to the image of the familiar woman until she recognized who she was. "Ahhhhhh, I know now," she gasped. The woman who came is the person she saw during their wedding. She's the enthusiastic and brave lady who waved at Chadwick during the wedding ceremony. 'And also, the woman calling my husband last night,' Adira added inwardly. "Isa Daley," Adira whispered to the woman whom her husband has feelings for. "So, it is my husband's visitor."