Isabella's POV

I was cold all through the night. I couldn't find a suitable change of clothes in the wardrobe in the bedroom.

I only got to change into a pair of t-shirts that are way too big for me and I am sure it belongs to Jayden.

Thankfully, I was wearing a short beneath my dress yesterday which wasn't too wet so I had to sleep in the bum shorts and the t-shirt that way.

I couldn't help but worry about Jayden. I didn't even know when I slept off.

He suddenly became stiff last night. I was surprised at the way he said his good night to me. I didn't expect we would go to bed that early but I guess it's for the best since the rain had ruined the plans I had in mind.

As I stay in bed, thinking about everything that has happened in our marriage in just a month, a sweet delicious scent wafts past my nostril and my stomach rumbles instantly.

Food.

Quickly, I scramble out of bed and head out of the bedroom to trace where the aroma is coming from. I know it will be no other place than the kitchen and Jayden must be responsible. We agreed that he would be the one to cook for us today.

When I get out, before moving to the kitchen, I can see from the transparent door that it is still raining.

Wow!

I never knew it was still raining. How do we go back home now that it hasn't stopped raining?

I find my way to the kitchen and almost bump into Jayden who is in sweatpants and a shirt.

"Hey, careful", he quickly grabs my two arms to stop me from stumbling backward.

"Good morning", I greet politely, with a smile.

"Morning, did you sleep well?" He asks with a tone laced with concern. It amazes me, though.

"Yes, I did. I'm just worried that it's still raining. Will your resumption today be possible?"

I look out through the first door beside the kitchen door. Every opening, the windows, and doors are facing outside so we can see whatever is happening outside from every angle of the house, except for the enclosed bedroom which is why I never knew it was still raining.

He shrugs and folds his arms. "I don't know yet. If it doesn't stop raining by noon, then I will resume work tomorrow."

"That's bad", I make a face.

I doubt if Jayden has been on a break for as long as a week. It must be hard for him not to work or think of work. He is used to working and everything about him involves his work.

During my one-year experience as an Assistant to him, he never went for a break.

I guess this is his passion and we derive joy and pleasure from doing what we are passionate about.

"Not too bad. Can you go and wait in the living room?" His question jerks me out of my reverie.

"Why? I came to help out", I peer at him with a questioning brow.

"Remember you cooked dinner alone last night?" He reminds me. "So I don't need any help. This is more like a competition. If my food tastes nice, you might announce to the whole world that it was nice because you helped out but if you don't help out and it's nice, then I will take all the glory", he declares with a mischievous smile.

I laugh shortly and shake my head. Now, he is amazing to me. I've never seen him smile this way. This mischievous smile has never made its way to his face ever before and this first time is incredible coming from the fact that it is happening here in the kitchen of a chalet house, miles away from our home.

"Mademosse, will you please excuse me now?" Before I can even say a word, he pushes me out and locks the wooden door from behind.

I chuckle lightly and find my way to the living room.

I need to find something to keep myself busy. Going back to the bedroom is not a good idea because I am damn hungry and I can't wait to have a taste of that sweet food I perceived a minute ago.

I get to the living room to see a blanket on the sofa where Jayden slept last night. Quilt sips through me.

I actually wanted to stop him from sleeping here but the sudden change of behavior didn't give me the confidence to do that.

Did he sleep well?

He is still recuperating and he shouldn't be going through any inconveniences. If we don't go home today, I will make sure we sleep on the same bed today but if that doesn't work out, then I will insist on taking the sofa tonight.

I see no issue in sharing a bed with me. After all, this is what we do at home and I am already used to it.

I wrap the blanket around me, sniffing in the cologne which I am trying to check if it is Jayden's. The cologne is different from the ones I smell around him at home.

After a while, without figuring it out, I give up and get up. I move to the Television, looking for the remote control to put it on when my gaze falls on the wooden box beside it and a DVD player. I open the box to see numerous disk of my favorite musician.

Blue.

"Wow!" The word escapes my mouth before I know it. In a swift movement, I spill the whole content of the box to reveal tens of audio and video cassettes.

Picking up one and shrugging off the blanket around me in excitement, I insert one of the audio cassettes and without turning on the television, it begins to play.

I squeal in excitement and jump up. I begin to dance around, hitting my feet on the wooden floor and singing alongside the musician.

Pretending to have a fake microphone in my right hand, I point it towards my mouth as I sing into it and dance, shaking, turning, and swirling around the room.

I am so lost in the act to realize that Jayden is back with the food until he calls my name, looking around the scattered room in surprise.

"What is happening?" I jump towards him, still singing. I take the tray of food from him, ignoring the sweet aroma wafting past my nostril. I drop it on a small table before grabbing Jayden's hand and spinning him around while he laughs, unable to believe what is happening.

We continue to dance that way while I act as the man spinning the woman, even though I have to do that on my toes because of how tall he is, his laughter resounding in my ears just like the sweet music until the music changes in a slow one.

I stop with the twirling, my hair all over the place. The hairband had fallen off while I was busy jumping and dancing.

Jayden takes control as our dancing pace slows down too. His right-hand rests on my shoulder while the other is on my waist.

My right hand is on his back and the other is at the back of his head, bringing it closer to me until his forehead rests on mine.

Then, I remember.

Jayden and I are not real couples. We are just friends and we shouldn't be doing things like this.

The proximity of our bodies is doing unspeakable things to my body and insides. The attachment of his forehead to mine is making his hot, sweet minty breath fan my entire face and neck which has me sucking in my breath and my hands trembling in fear.

It feels like the crush I had for him a year ago is back right now, stronger than ever before. His handsome face, his pointed nose, his chiseled jawline, his full brows, and his pink lips which are calling to me are making my legs wobble beneath me.

The strength and energy which came from nowhere when I saw those audio and video cassettes have vanished into thin air and I am left with confusing feelings even though it is fascinating.

Now I am wishing things are different. Now I am wishing this isn't a facade but a real thing. Now I am wishing our relationship isn't a backward one but something normal.

Falling in love, getting proposed to, and getting married to him but I know this is all in my imagination.

Jayden will always remain my boss, even in marriage. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Whatever I feel doesn't even matter because this is all about Jayden.

I am here to help him. I shouldn't get things complicated with my stupid feelings and flexible heart.

Helping him should be my priority. This is a broken man who no longer knows how to love. Getting myself involved with him emotionally will ruin everything and I might get hurt.

This is the last thing I want.

As much as I would love to make this real, I want Jayden to be happy. His happiness comes first as long as we are in this contract. All I should be doing now should be purely based on my desire to see him happy and nothing more.

Nothing should be attached to this.

Just like the contract states; No Strings Attached.

I am about to take my hands off him so we can stop the music and eat our food before it gets cold.

As I try to disengage from the hug, he pulls me closer, making me gasp in shock with my lips parting slightly.

I stare at him with wide eyes but I become more shocked when he inches his face closer and our nose meets before he takes my lips.

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You expected romance but you didn't expect this, right?

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