Contract marriage: My billionaire’s cure

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He went back to ignoring me from the next morning onward. He didn’t even look me in the eye and ignored me the entire day. I only saw him leaving the house since he came home after I slept.

And then he ignored me the next day also.

I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching Madeline cook as she slightly sway her hips to the music banging from the radio.

I knew she was doing all this to brighten my mood and I find that very sweet and kind of her.

“Miss don’t be mad ” Madeline tried soothing me.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“How can I not be? And please don’t call me miss. Call me Camilla”

Madeline’s face contorted to a shock.

“Miss I don’t think it’s right” she uttered in disbelief.

“Please Madeline I don’t want to feel like I’m in my office” I gave a her sad smile pleading her.

“Ok Camilla” my lips twitched into a smile after grieving for two whole days.

“Camilla, Sir is afraid to open up. He’s afraid of letting someone into his life. He’s afraid that it will break him again”

“Again?”

Madeline looked down as if she didn’t want to tell. Few moments of silence passed before she spoke again.

“I don’t know a lot miss but I don’t think it’s polite for me to tell sir’s personal things. I only know what I have seen and nothing more”

He was a box full of secrets. His entire life was a mystery full of misery and unhappiness. His glare was enough to knock someone to death. Specially that someone being me since he had been doing that a lot.

“Did he have a girlfriend who broke his heart making him afraid to let anyone in?”

Madeline shook her head giving me a small chuckle.

” He never dated. As far as I know. ”

My eyes widened in surprise. Well given his rude attitude that might be normal too. But given his handsomeness and his perfect toned body that’s sounds very abnormal.

Most girls would give themselves to him if he just asked. His was rich and handsome. The ideal type in most romantic books.

I let out a long sigh and went back to my room to enjoy my horrible life watching Netflix.

…

A few days passed and I was busy with my own work. I was getting ready to go to Germany since I have to meet some designers and there was a lot of work that I have to take care of.

Everything has been stressing me out lately and I haven’t spoken to Marcus since that dinner.

I didn’t even see him much. I only saw him late at night walking towards the pool. He sat there every night because of his nightmares.

The first day I slept with him he didn’t have any nightmares. If having company made him comfortable why didn’t he have a girlfriend to take care of him?

His life was very confusing and sad. I felt bad for every day he didn’t sleep.

“Sarah! Do you have everything? We can’t leave anything behind. I will kill you ”

We were walking in a hurry to the airport. RJ has their own private jets but I have my own business and even though it was under RJ, I prefer not to use their things.

I can easily buy my own jet but I never had the interest to. So I took a seat in first class.

Sarah and some of my employees also sat near me.

We left for Munich and the flight was pretty long. I tried to sleep but all I could think about was my miserable life with a husband who ignores me. Only if things were better.

We landed in Germany and walked through the airport to the exit. As we were walking I saw Marcus and a few of his employees walking behind him in another terminal separated by glass.

I was quite shocked to see him because he wasn’t supposed to be here this week. Did he follow me to apologize? But I quickly shoved away the weird thought blaming it on stupid romantic books

“What is he doing here?” I asked Sarah.

“Oh Mr. Anderson is here to check his new hotel I guess. It was opened a few months ago and has been doing pretty well”

I nodded my head as I remember him saying that he would be in Germany.

I raised my head to take a peek at him but he looked my way and our eyes met. His eyes held me for a brief second and then he looked away.

Suddenly a big fat scowl formed on my face. Bloody bugger.

“Ma’am you can see his hotel soon” Sarah told me as we walked side by side.

“How?”

“Because we will be staying there” Sarah chirped happily as it was the most excited thing she ever knew.

“Are you mad? Why did you book his hotel. Couldn’t we have gone to any other?” I complained with my hands flying around.

“Ma’am he’s your husband and that hotel has been doing very well. It is one of the most luxurious hotels in Munich”

Oh my husband. I scoffed.

As we got into the car the driver took as to the hotel. And to say dumbstruck wasn’t a right word explain how I felt at the moment.

“Omg what is this? I asked surprised.

“His hotel ma’am.” One of my employees answered me.

” Are you sure we can afford it?” I asked with an eye brow raised.

Suddenly I heard a few chuckles behind me and I turned around giving them a menacing glare. They quickly composed themselves but I could still see them trying to stifle their laughter.

I turned my head back to look at Marcus’s hotel and I ran out of adjectives to describe it.

It had a huge pool as big as a city in the middle. The hotel was built around it. There was a bridge over the huge pool connecting the two buildings on either side giving off a renaissance vibe.

No wonder Empire group was best when it come to hotels. They understand guests very well but sadly their heir failed to understand simple human beings.

As I was busy with drooling at the hotel I saw Marcus getting out of a car and walking towards the entrance with his staff behind him.

I followed after a while not wanting to meet him again. After getting all my things I quickly got on the elevator and walked to my room.

I took the key card to open the door but from the corner of my eyes I saw someone with a familiar figure walking towards me. I glanced to my side and was shocked to see it was Marcus.

I thought he was coming to talk to me or yell at me to get out of his hotel but he slid a keycard and opened the door next to mine. I blinked deliberately trying to understand what just happened.

His room is next to mine?

Great. Why can’t I ever get away from him? You are bound to him. The devil in my mind whispered wickedly.

He didn’t even look at me as he walked inside and shut the door with a bang. I rolled my eyes at his attitude and went into my room.

The room was very luxurious with a glass wall overlooking the city. A massive bed was placed in the middle waiting for me to swim in it. Dim lights lit the room giving the walls a yellow yet an antique glow.

I have been to many luxurious hotels but Marcus’s hard work really impressed me. I was feeling quite proud of him.

I quickly stopped my weird thoughts before I cringed in embarrassment. Feeling proud about a jerk who ignored me the entire week? I should probably see a psychiatrist.

His entire hotel looked like a castle forged out of glass. Most of the rooms had a glass wall, giving a sense of company. The way it was built didn’t seem to make me feel lonely or isolated. Even his house had many glass walls.

I guess Marcus has a weird obsession over glass.

It was already late so I got on the bed to sleep. But annoyingly my eye lids refuse to close. Groaning loudly I switched on my phone and watched some funny YouTube videos for a few hours.

I checked the time and realized it was 2 am. I cursed YouTube for keeping me awake and tried leaning down to finally sleep but I still wasn’t sleepy. So I took my coat and wrapped it around myself before leaving to the elevator.

I reached the ground floor and walked near the swimming pool. I was planning on sitting down and relaxing but I realized I wasn’t the only one.

Marcus was already there , seated on a bench in front of the swimming pool. He was looking down, fidgeting with his fingers.

I was not surprised to see this. Everyday he came at night and sat in front of the water. I guess water calms him down.

I hesitated a bit before going to sit next to him. As I sat he looked up surprised to see me. He was looking so casual wearing a black shirt and white shorts.

He looked so different when he wasn’t wearing a suit. Less intimidating.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Can’t sleep. You ? ” I already knew the answer but it felt better to ask him.

“Same” He turned his head back to the pool.

We sat for a while in silence. He didn’t talk so I decided to go since it would make him uncomfortable. He came here to stay alone and relax and yet again i’m invading his personal space.

I stood up to leave but stopped when I heard his voice.

” Don’t leave. Stay”

I looked at him surprised and he looked so fragile. I have never seen him like this. He always shuts off his emotion making him look like a piece of wood.

But now he looked like he could break at any moment. I wanted to run to him and bring his head down to my chest, saying everything would be alright.

He looked at my eyes and I felt the world crumble apart.

I went and sat next to him.

He looked at me for a while.

Then, as if he realized what he was doing, he soon stood up and left without glancing back.

Great.

He left me.

We are back to square one.