John sigh tiredly. He didn't have any other work as being his boss personal assistant and give daily updates to his boss about the companies that his boss has form different countries. Even though he work tirelessly, his boss always forget to pay him his monthly salary every first week. But now that they are in the first week of the new month, his boss has forgotten about his salary yet again. He sigh once again.
In Logan's mansion,
Logan stood up from the sofa and went to the dinning room to see if Hannah was still eating.
Hannah who was slowly taking a sip from the juice served by one of the maids, slowly dropped it on the table when her blue eyes fell on Logan.
Ain't you going to Germany again? Hannah questioned.
Logan didn't say anything and went to sit on the head chair of the dinning room. He snapped his fingers and Jones the butler came in head bow.
Has Beckette arrived? He asked with all form of seriousness.
No master. She should be here in the next 45 minutes. Jones replied his head still deeply bowed.
Hannah was shocked and at the same speechless at the fact that Logan had ignored her question.
You may leave. He dismissed the old man. The butler bowed one more time before leaving the dinning room.
"I asked you a question, you didn't answer me". She questioned once the butler was gone.
Logan stared at her before talking.
"Just because I told you something doesn't give you the right to deep yourself into my personal life". He said icely and Hannah gulped.
Did she do something wrong? She thought staring at him her sky blue eyes giving him a confused look.
I was only ask...
Then don't. This should be the last time you intrude in my personal life. You are nothing but a contracted wife. He said coldly and heartlessly.
Hannah froze upon hearing what Logan said.
Her mind was still trying to process what he just said. "Con.....tracted wife..?" She stammered, her lips slightly shaking.
Logan didn't say anything and just stood up, he was about to walk away from the dinning room when Hannah spoke,
"Is that the reason why there was no any wedding?"
Her lips tremble slightly to avoid hearing the obvious truth.
Logan paused on his steps before turning to look at her. He could see the confusion and hurt in her sky blue eyes.
Seems, fragile girls like her don't know how the system works.
"Truly, my grandpa wanted me to get married, but the reason why I had accepted the marriage was..."
"Master, apologies for interrupting your breakfast, but miss Beckette is around with her sales associate ". Jones walked in head bow.
Logan didn't say anything and just walked out of the dinning room. Hannah stood up and walked towards where Jones was standing.
"Where is she?" She asked. She knew the moment she had heard the news that she was getting married to the famous heartless and cold blooded billionaire CEO, it wasn't because her uncle's friend wanted to help, but for some odd reason she couldn't quite understand, she didn't want to believe it but she believe she was sold off through a contract marriage. She thought.
"Ma'am, she is waiting in the lounge."
Take me there. She ordered and the man without saying a word led her back to the lounge.
On reaching the lounge,
"Good morning Mrs Emerson". Beckette greeted. She had milky pale skin and a deep chocolate eyes. Her colored yellow hair cascaded down her waist which was braided into upper half and letting the down one fall slowly.
Morning, you are Beckette right? Hannah said with a small smile on her face.
Yes ma'am, your husband has texted us on our emails regarding your engagement and wedding dresses. Beckette smiled.
Hannah had the urge to roll her eyes at what she just spat out. Husband? ! She thought with a sarcastic smile. He just clearly started that she is just a freaking contracted wife. Her aunt and uncle have some answers to give. She thought before putting on a light smile.
You can take my measurements. Hannah said. She didn't want to stay another minute with this dress maker. She needed to escape this place so as to go back home and ask her aunt about what Logan had said.
Miss Beckette smiled before parting her lips to talk,
"Ma'am, we ain't in haste and moreover, your husband had clearly instructed us not to sew any how dresses for you."
Hannah gave a small smile before saying," I'm in no haste, just get it done with".
Alright ma'am, if that's what you want. Miss Beckette smiled before ordering one of her sales associate to bring in the tape rule to take Hannah's measurements, once they were done taking Hannah's measurements, Miss Beckette brought out an Ipad. She scrolled through some pictures before showing a pink ball gown to Hannah.
"Would you mind this for your engagement party?" She asked.
Hannah stared at the pink dress for a long while before nodding her head.
Miss Beckette smiled before turning it off.
We will start with the sewing so as not to bring it late. Beckette smiled again. Her deep chocolate eyes was shining brightly.
That won't be a problem then. Do have a nice day. Hannah smiled again before Miss Beckette gave her another smile and left with her sale associates.
Once they were gone, Hannah rubbed her both cheeks with her hands. She has been faking a smile in front of her so the woman won't suspect something was wrong with her.
She sat on the couch lost in thoughts. The words Logan had said played in her head like a repeated movie,
"This should be the last time you intrude in my personal life. You are nothing but a contracted wife." He had said in a heartless way.
Her mind was still trying to connect the dots. Her aunt had told her the reason why she was marrying him was to bring money for them and her uncle's friend had wanted to help them because of their financial disability and had told the grandpa, But Logan had said she was a contracted wife. Could it be her aunt and uncle signed a marriage contract with Logan instead of grandpa Emerson? Cause to her,
It doesn't still make sense. The grandpa wanted his grandson to marry a wife. But Logan looks like someone that was forced into this marriage by his grandpa.