Chapter 24

He thought she might be exhausted or sick, so he quickly followed her. When he did not find her in the suite, he became worried.

She should not have left the club without him. But could he blame her when he left her in the company of his friend while he dealt with his ex?

"Where are you, Andy?" He mumbled to the empty room, wondering where his wife might be.

He was also concerned that she might misunderstand Naomie's presence in the club. Not that he had done anything wrong.

Nonetheless, he did not want her to get the wrong impression. Therefore, he immediately searched for her, relieved to find her lounging by the beachfront.

"I'll have a scotch." He decided to take the chair next to her.

It had been a while since he lazed around, always finding it unproductive and a waste of time. But just for that moment, he felt like joining her.

"Of course not!" She denied that she was affected by the sudden appearance of his ex. "I'm sure you were just catching up. After all, you are friends, right?"

"Yeah! We are just long-time friends." He could not understand why he needed to explain Naomie's role in his life, but he was glad she seemed not to mind seeing his ex earlier.

"Anyway, clubbing just was not my typical scene." She further disclosed. "I don't particularly enjoy the loud, deafening noise and breathing the smoke-filled room."

Frankly, her declaration had caught him by surprise. He thought she always liked to party around with his brother and her friends.

He confessed he was intrigued as he stared at the woman beside him. So far, in the short time they were married, he realized that most of the things he knew about her had been entirely inaccurate.

"Ok! So, what is your typical night, Andy?" He supposed it would not hurt to learn a few personal things about the woman he married.

Although he had known her family almost his entire life, he barely knew much about her. Truthfully, he had avoided getting close to her, not by chance but by choice.

But now that he was married to her, he guessed it was about time to change that. Besides, he could not be living with a stranger.

"Me?" She mused about his question, not answering him right away. She just looked at the dark horizon as if thinking.

"I guess I love this." Eventually, she responded, using her soft tone while pointing at the view before them. "I prefer the silence compared to the noise in the club."

"Don't you think this is a better way to end the day?" She turned the table to him. Then, her eyes focused on the million natural twinkling lights above them.

As he shifted his eyes to her, he could not help but notice her natural beauty. He could see that she barely put on any makeup. Nonetheless, her face still stood out at the club.

He nodded, somewhat agreeing with her. "Yeah! I like this better." Quickly, he looked away from her. Instead, he focused his eyes on the scenery before him.

It had been a while since he last stared at the stars. He would admit he hardly noticed the moon at night since he had always been busy with something else.

But tonight, he appreciated its beauty as they painted the black sky with sparkling, bright lights. Somewhat, it brought him memories of his youth, things he had buried deep in his past.

He grabbed his drink and shoved it down his throat. "I never liked the club either." He conceded as stillness loomed over them.

He supposed, like her, he preferred solitude where he could concentrate on his work. Nevertheless, he also liked to tackle activities that challenged him and urged him to be productive.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you just thinking." He could not help but glance at her as she seemed buried in her deep thoughts.

He could not deny he was curious. The more he had spent time with her, the more intrigued he had become. She was a puzzle that did not make sense to him.

He seriously wanted to read her thoughts and learn how her mind worked.

"Thinking?" She seemed surprised as his question snapped her out of her trance. "Why?"

"Nothing." He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering about the same thing. "Probably just curious." He had no reasonable explanation for his nosiness.

Usually, he had stayed away from her business, avoiding anything to do with her. But now, he was doing the opposite as he tried to dig into her mind.

"Assorted of things." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing important. "I thought of floating in the water on this spot instead of lying in this chair." She tapped the beautifully crafted wooden lounge chair.

She explained how she would design an infinity pool on their spot where the water would seamlessly flow like a waterfall on the cliff below them.

"Don't tell me you are still working at this time." He was a workaholic. He would never deny that. But he did not think of her to be anything like him.

Maybe she was worse than him. Or it could be just an act. He had seen many women who had tried to appear hardworking to impress him. But in truth, it was just a performance to fool him.

But, No! Andy isn't like that.

He had to admit that she had accepted every task and challenge he had given her without complaint. More than that, she did not just give him half-cook work but accomplished each assignment with flying colors.

"Anyway..." She stood from her chair and grabbed her things before facing him. "Thanks for the drink, but it is getting late." She smiled at him, waved, and walked away.

True to her word, she never once acted like she wanted anything from their marriage. She was nothing like he had thought she would be. She was not someone who took advantage of her situation.

Instead of a spoilt brat, she had done nothing but work hard. She had never even touched the allowance he gave her. On the other hand, she had lived off the salary she received from her job.

"Have a good night!" He mumbled, but he doubted she heard him as he watched her disappear on the other side.

But something else bothered him as he found himself musing about his wife. He discovered something unsettling.

Damn! Why could I not stop thinking about her?