His Cure

Gregory went silent, and this cute expression appeared on his face.

He looks flustered.

“Not in this life.”he scoffs.

Harry chuckled.

“But you could migrate to another life to love her?”

“You have many works to do, don’t you?. Why not go do that now and quit spluttering nonsense!”he fumed.

“I do have works to do but they are not urgent.”Harry smiled at him.

“Besides, this is a fake marriage after all so she is free to..”

“Shut up. Of course, this is fake but whatever she does now would affect not only her but me!”he stated angrily.

“And, why the hell is she mutual with Zack?. She’s only been..”he paused and shot his eyes up at Harry who was staring at him keenly.

“Why?, what?. What do you wanna hear?. Out!”he gnashed his teeth together.

“Ok, Mr lover boy.”Harry shrugged and stepped out.

“I am not jealous. I am just angry and that’s all.”he said to himself and heaved out a sigh.

**

“Lalalala.. bee – beee.. here comes your soup.. lalala”Melinda sang as she came inside the room.

Beatrice stood up and sauntered towards her then collects the soup from her.

“Smells nice, thank you, Melinda.”she grinned.

“Oopsie, don’t mention, Bee. Good luck on getting pregna…”she puts a palm over her mouth and widened her eyes.

“.. on the fulfillment of your wish.”she quickly added.

“Well, thank you. I will enjoy this.”

“You will.”Melinda gave a small smile before walking out of the room.

Beatrice sat down and stirred the soup with the spoon in her hand.

She scooped some in her mouth and her eyes glowed in ecstasy.

This is so damn good.

She finished it in no time even though it was burning hot and went down for more.

**

#Night.

..

Beatrice stuffed her mouth with ice cream while staring at the movie on her phone.

“Ugh.. I like ice cream.”she breathed out while scooping some in her mouth again.

A knock sounded on the door and she huffs lowly before turning her gaze to it.

“Who is there?”

“Melinda sent me here to ask what you would like to eat.”

“Come in.”

The door went ajar and a maid came inside.

“Good evening, ma’am Beatrice. Is..”

“No.. I’m good. I’ve ate a lot in the afternoon and right now all I need are refreshments. You could just get me some more ice cream.”she gushed out.

“Which flavor, ma’am?”

Beatrice stared down at the one in her hand.

It is strawberry flavor.

“Get me a cup each from every flavor available except strawberry.”she said with a big smile.

The maid nodded.

“Would.. you like to have popcorn too?, or maybe fries?”

“Oh – oh, I’m good with the ice creams alone. I am working on my diet actually.”she chuckled.

The maid flashed a smile back at her weirdly before turning back.

“You’re on your diet and you are eating this much?”she said within gritted teeth before scramming off.

Beatrice turned back to her movie and smiled.

Something then struck her mind.

She is going to get married.

Although, it is fake but her mother still has to know about it.

Someone knocked on the door again and she scoffed loudly.

“What again?. Who is that?”she asked coarsely.

“I am here for you, ma’am. Melinda sent me here to come massage your body.”

Melinda!!!

Beatrice rolled her eyes and huffed again.

“Just come in. The door is opened.”she permitted.

The doorknob turned before creaking opened and a timid girl walked inside and closed the door behind her gently.

“Good evening, Mrs Winslow.”she bowed.

Beatrice rolled her eyes but then chuckled.

“You’re here to massage my body, right?”she asked and the maid nodded gently.

She grinned.

Maybe this is a good idea.

Her body has been aching for a while now and a massage would really help.

“But, I would need you to move to your bed and lie down.”

“Of course.”Beatrice carried her ice cream and stood up.

“Ah.. I don’t think you can have that when the massage is going on.”the maid cleared her throat.

Beatrice frowned and turned to her.

“What’s your name?”she suddenly asked making the maid jerk back a little.

She hoped she has not offended her with her words.

“I.. I am so..”

Beatrice’s frown deepened.

“I asked for your name, no?”

“It’s.. Megan, ma’am.”the maid replied.

Her hands were already shaking beside her.

“You have a sweet voice, Megan.”Beatrice smiled before going to drop her ice cream.

Megan breathed out in relief.

She’d thought Beatrice was going to lash on at her.

Beatrice laid down on the bed, face down.

Megan moved to where she was and sets down the basket in her hand on the floor.

She brought different kind of oils out and placed it down.

“You.. you will have to.. wrap a towel instead, ma’am.”

Beatrice scoffed before standing up.

She use to write scenes about this in her stories so she wondered why she totally forgot that she would have to change into a towel.

She puts on a bathing robe and went to lie down again.

Megan poured a base oil on her hand and rubbed her hands together before moving them to Beatrice’s body.

She rubbed her back down and Beatrice coos in comfort.

“Melinda is so nice, isn’t she?”she breathed out to Megan.

Megan smiled and nodded without saying anything.

“Are you a massage therapist?”Beatrice asks.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“No, ma’am. I just happen to know little about this.”she responded.

Beatrice took her lips in and nod.

“What is your major work in this house then?”

“I only clean and help the cooks in few things.”

“Hmm..”Beatrice closed her eyes.

A brief moment passed before she spoke again.

“You don’t like talking much or do you?”

“Do you want me to..”

“No, no. I’m just asking. You seem reserved.”

Megan nodded shyly.

“I normally talk when I’m with people I’m close enough to though. To others, I am a quiet girl. But, to those people I’m more familiar with, they always said I’m quite loquacious.”she giggled.

“That’s a fact about quiet people. Once they finds someone they are close with, they start talking like never before. But, ooh,.. what’s the name of this base oil?, I like the fragrance.”

“Oh, it’s sweet almond oil.”Megan replied.

Beatrice nodded and paused again.

“Megan?”she called after a brief moment.

“Huh?”

“Can I be someone you’re close to and talk to a lot?”she had suddenly developed a liking for her.

“Ah.. sure.”Megan wasn’t sure of Beatrice’s request.

She moved down to her legs and started massaging them.

“You’re quite lucky, ma’am. Mr Gregory is such a caring man.”

Beatrice scoffs silently.

“Of course, I am so jammy to have jammed into a sweet man like him.”she squeezed up her face in a grimace.

“But, why did you say that though?. Have you seen us together, no, I mean we just got here so..”

“I found out through another way but I’m afraid I cannot tell you that.”Megan smiled sheepishly.

Beatrice glanced back at her and scoffed.

“Didn’t we agreed to be friends, Megan?. Now, you’re going to keep me in the dark?”she pouted sadly.

Megan hands hitched and she chuckled before continue massaging her legs.

“Friends?, with someone like me?”

“Oh, come on. What did you think I meant when I said I want to be someone you’re close to.”Beatrice rolled her eyes.

Megan breathed out and stopped in the activity again.

“Alright, fine. But, you cannot absolutely let him know that you’ve found out about this.”

“Well.. duhhh. just hit me with the details, Meggie.”

Megan smiled and exhaled again.

“So, he told us to always report to him whenever you tell us about your desires, maybe anything.. and he promised to increase our payment if we do that. He said you’re a bit shy so don’t know how to request something you would like to have from him.”