He Craved For My love But It Was late

As I contemplated the big margin between how Aldric treated and cherished his newly recruited intern and his own mate, I unconsciously knocked my fork to the floor. My fingers quivered as I bent down to pick it up.

When I was in an upright position again, I saw Aldric stationary at the entrance, already ready to leave. Without a moment's pause, he slung over his shoulder.

"Something imperative came up at the office. My attention is highly needed to avoid things going wrong. I promise, I'll give you a ride next time," he said before hastily exiting out of the door.

Twenty minutes later, I limped into my professional conducive space to work. For some reason I could not decipher, my colleagues looked at me with a mix of solicitude and compassion.

Later, while filling my tumbler with water in the break room. I was incessantly thirsty. I overheard three of my colleagues slowly whispering to each other.

" Damn! So, the rumors and speculations were true—Mr. Soren really jilted Helena for his female intern?" one asked.

"Gosh! You should have seen it this morning! Lyana came in with some stains on her dress, and Mr. Soren picked her up in front of everyone in the conference room," the other replied.

My hand scurried, and the tumbler shattered on the floor, silencing their gossip. I crouched down to gather the pieces, carefully tossing them into the trash can without saying anything.

As the tumbler shattered, it was as if my heart was shattered also. I was broken.

I ended up working late. I had some files to tidy up. It was past eleven o'clock, when suddenly, I felt something like a weight, pressing on my shoulders.

"Helena," Aldric whispered, draping a coat on my shoulders, "why didn't you respond to my messages?"

I was still stationary and my posture didn't change; instead, I picked up my phone, unlocked it and scrolled to see a message from him: [What flavor of frappes do you cherished most?]

One year ago, I asked him for the first frappes of summer. Back then, he had only looked at me with disparagement and said, "Frappes? Really ?You want me to order a frappe for you? Helena, You've passed 30!for goodness sake. Why do you delight so much in the childish crap of a thing?Don't make me sick. I am exhausted with the attitudes.”

But behind me, there he was, bringing me a frappe.

I fixed my gaze firmly to the computer screen before me, ignoring the sweet beverage. It was well- blended with ice, milk and flavored syrups.

I could sense the disappointment from his facial expression. His face was not that bright again as he spoke. He was displeased. "You used to beg me for this," he said, sounding confused.

" Yeah, I Know. But It's past 10. If I drink it now, I won't be able to sleep," I said dismissively.

The room was momentarily adrift in a sea of silence. Then, in a cold voice, he mumbled, "I'm going to the bathroom.Prepare, Let's go home together after."

Barely 12 seconds later, his phone lit up on my desk. I glanced to see that it was a message from his intern- Lyana.

[Hey! You goofy! Who sends dozens of frappes all at once? You're not trying to turn me into a little pudgy, are you? Twitching here!]

I just overlooked it and turned my eyes back to the computer screen nonchalantly and arranged the files on my desk.

We finally went home together. It was a little after 11. I didn't even wait for him to step out. I came out of the car and headed straight into the bedroom and started packing my luggage.

When Aldric walked in, freshly showered, he noticed my vanity seemed more superficial and scanty than usual.

He pouted but didn't seem to mind it. "Hey, I'm going on a business trip to the Wolfram Consortium in Switzerland in the second week of next month. If you long for anything, just make a list, and I'll get it for you."

I didn't even hesitate. "Nah. Thanks for the kind gesture. I don't want anything. You can get something nice and appealing yourself."

Moreover, I will be leaving Highland Howler's pack in less than two weeks. What was the point?

Abruptly, he fling his towel onto the bed, his eyes cold as he stared at me. His temper was raging. I could sense that from his facial expressions. "So, what? You're upset because I bought you the wrong breakfast? Is that what this is about?"

I opened my mouth to calm the dispute and conflict that was obviously imminent. I wasn't angry, but he let out a sneer before I could utter a word.

"You know I detest such a sucking attitude.

I can't stand women being dramatic. Helena, you're blowing this out of proportion. You're just making a mountain out of a molehill." He said with a hint of disdain and consternation.

With that, he barged into his study, slamming the door with an audacious sound behind him.

Reminiscing over the four years of our relationship and how we've been together. He was always the first to give countless silent cold treatments and attitudes. And every moment of the dispute, I had always acknowledged and took all the blames and faults unto myself.

I’ve shown an incredible level of humility that no other lady will dare to tolerate. I always tell myself, “just apologize and settle things amicably for peace to prevail. It won't cost you anything.”

But this time, I just gave a quizzical look and turned off the bedside lamp.

He remained in the study all night. For the first time, he didn't hear a single knock on the door.

The next morning, I ensured I prepared breakfast for both of us as usual. I'd just finished eating my portion and was getting ready to leave for work when he came out of the study.

He was on his phone when he snapped at me, "Take the day off. By 7 pm., I need you to make me a replica Marzipan cake."