Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

“Sir, it’s Alexa.”

Dylan sighed, it was his receptionist. “Come in Alexa.” The door opened slowly, Alexa first poked her head in, before the rest of her body followed. “Is there a problem?”

“N-nothing really sir, I just came to apologize. I swear I didn’t know she was your wife. I would never have spoken to her in that manner if I knew who she was, I apologize sir, please don’t fire me.”

“My wife? In what manner?”

Alexa’s eyes widened with realization as she realized that Blair hadn’t told Dylan about their encounter earlier. “Your wife didn’t tell you anything?”

“No.” Dylan frowned. “Alexa did you say anything disrespectful to my wife?”

“I’m so sorry sir. I knew you were married, but I’ve never met your wife before and when she came in asking to see you, I was…”

“How many times have I warned you about the way you talk to people?” Dylan suddenly felt like a big hypocrite. He felt he was no different from Alexa, he also had just spoken to his wife like she was trash. “Just leave, I’m not in the mo-” His eyes flew to his phone. “We’ll talk later. Leave now, I want to take a call.” She nodded, and just like Blair did earlier, she hurried out. Except unlike Blair, she closed the door ever so gently. “Hey mum,” Alex greeted. “I got your message If that’s what you called for.”

“Oh good.” She chuckled. “I was starting to think she didn’t go.”

“You just wanted her to see where I worked right? Is Rose really sick like you told Blair? I’m asking because I spoke with Rose just this morning and she sounded pretty fine to me.”

“Fine, maybe Rose isn’t sick. But I had to do something Dylan, what’s going on in that house?”

“What do you mean? Everything is fine.”

“Is everything really fine because even Donna called, she says she suspect you two are having a fight and according to her. You don’t eat with your wife, you leave very well in the morning and come back late at night? Do you guys even sleep in the same bed?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know what you expected mum. I don’t love her. I married a woman who I know nothing about-”

“Well, shouldn’t you be trying, you know, and try to know her better?”

Dylan frowned, he didn’t like where this was heading. “Where are you going with this? There is nothing I can do.”

“You should take your wife out. Go on some holiday or something. I mean isn’t that what husbands do for their wife? Your father takes me out, why can’t you do the same for your wife? Her happiness should also be one of your main concern. Who knows, you guys can use this and settle your differences.”

“In other words, you are asking me to take a break from work and go on a vacation with Blair?” He gave a short laugh. “Are you kidding me? That’s not going to happen.”

“Oh.” She laughed. “It’s going to happen Dylan, or else…”

“If you think that was intimidating.” He laughed. “Come on, try again,” he teased. “This time make your voice a little deeper, not this cute momma voice.”

“Dylan. Do I need to shout before you know you should take your wife out to have a good time?”

“Calm down, I’ve heard you. We’ll go tomorrow.”

“Good. So… how are you feeling, just realized that I haven’t spoken to my son for awhile.”

“Well, it’s good you remember you have a son. But if we are going to do a mother and son catching up, I don’t think that should be over the phone, and I’m really busy now so…”

“We’ll talk later.” She ended the call.

After a tired Blair got back home, she managed to drag herself up the stairs heading straight to bed. The next time she opened her eyes, it was already past six. She gave a loud yawn sitting up, Dylan wouldn’t be back for a couple more hours, so she knew she still had the time to go back to bed, but she couldn’t. Not after the disturbing dream she just had. It was similar to one she remembered having the first week of her marriage. Except this one had hit twice as hard, this time they were laughing at her. Her parents, her friends, Dylan, and even Richard has shown up to laugh at her.

at her.

“What’s happening to me.” Blair sniffed. “I’m a good person, I don’t deserve this harsh treatment. Lord, I’m tired. I swear, I’m so tired of everything.” She looked to the door as she heard steps approaching, she knew it was going to be Dylan, Donna didn’t walk as fast. Usually she would have gotten up from the bed before he showed up, but she was too weak to even care.