Mr CEO, Please Be Gentle

kin, and she woke up. Kneading her eyes gently to get rid of the sleep, she took her phone from the table. Glaring at the time, she was startled. Her gaze quickly darted to the curt

her body to avoid pregnancy. In the last three years, he had warned her severally about getting pregnant with his child, he doesn't want to have a child with a woman like her. She has always done everything to please the man and now, she is getting tired of everything. Never she has thought that the man, she spent her entire childhood dreaming about could one day shatter her dreams and fantasy. The love she has for him began years before he came to know Danica, maybe he forgot that she was the one, he wanted to love. Looking back now, she wished she had refused her grandfather's orders to get married to this heartless man, who had treated her nothing less than a piece of trash. All that doesn't matter anymore, since she has decided to end everything and go away from their lives. Giselle jerked back to reality when she hit her head against the wall while walking back to her room. "What am I even doing? She asked kneading the affected area to ease the pain, then she walked into her room. When she was about to leave for the bathroom, her phone vibrated. "Hello, aunt! "Grandpa wants you to come back to the house for lunch!" The voice said and immediately the call got disconnected. "Strange!! "Why would aunt give me such an attitude? Have I done something wrong? Giselle asked staring at the walls. Strange things seem to be happening to her today, Firstly, Zayn asked her to prepare food for him, which is so impossible And now, her aunt gave her a nonchalant attitude, which is something she never thought would happen. Aunt Samantha has always been her backbone, she has been taking care of her since her parents passed away in a car accident, she raised her with the help of granny Medina and now? What is wrong with her? Samantha might be the birth mother of Danica but she has been more of a mother to Giselle, but then again! There seems to be more than what meets the eyes. After giving it quite a thought, Giselle rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Within a couple of minutes, she came out of the bathroom with a towel draped around her waist. Moving towards the closet, she opened the closet as swiftly as she could, trying to beat the time frame. Immediately after the closet was opened, something fell from the closet. She bent down and picked it up, looking at the handkerchief in her hands. A tear dropped from the right corner of her eye, she held the object close to her chest and hugged it tightly, then slowly she moved it to her lips and kissed it. The Cologne of the man was split all over the handkerchief and she couldn't resist the urge to smell it. She smelt it for a while, then a smile appeared on her face. This man is rightfully hers, his smell is all she wanted to have on her but he rather shares it with another woman than her. Loving him is complicated but she can't help it. The only time she gets to spend time with him is during their night exercise and in the morning he vanishes into a bight air. He has only come home about six times in the past three years, therefore she rarely gets in contact with clothes that has his smell on them. What's more, the smell is on the handkerchief that she had given him. If he has this with him, then does that mean that he has something? " Such silly thoughts are not good for me! She snuggled her mind away from that thought, then she resumed hugging it. Zayn would never love a woman like me, he must have been forced to keep this handkerchief as well as me. She walked back slowly to sit on the bed with her hand stroking the place where the man had his mark as her husband. The warmth on the bed before had disappeared, all it has now is coldness. The coldness sends several shivers down her spine in a Fricker of the moment, leaving her to yearn for comfort. With her hand wrapped around the object, she stood up from the bed and went back to the dressing room. She has a lot of things to take care of, moreover, she has to prepare some good and have it sent over to the office since Zayn wanted her to cook his food today, she might as well do it now and go for the lunch meeting later. While picking out a top, her mind wanders around striving to guess why Zayn of a people would ask for his food to be prepared by her. Whatever it is, it's a good thing in all essence. She quickly looks for a suitable out and slides through her mind, then she left the dressing headed toward the mirror. Sitting in the dressing mirror, she brought out a concealer and applied it to