His Scarred Beauty (Complete)

Chapter 34 Faking / Caring?

      Ethan's pov

I was sitting on the breakfast table, reading the newspaper.
When I hear heels clicking.

My eyes wander up to the staircase,to see long slender legs come in my view. To be followed by an hourglass figure and finally her face.

An aqua blue dress highlighting her curves,as she walks down elegantly.

"Yes. I will be there in 10"

"No. Don't wait. Begin with it. Okay bye."

I immediately lower my eyes as she looks down.
To continue drinking from the cup of coffee  on my table.

Without acknowledging me, she goes to the kitchen to only come back and ask me.

"Where are the helpers today?"

I look up at her through my cup and lower it.

"They are on a leave. They informed yesterday."

Realisation covered her features as she runs her fingers through her hair.
Talking to herself.

"Sh**! I am already late!How will I reach there on time now?"

Removing her heels and placing them in a corner,she adjust her hair next.
Pulling them up in a ponytail.

Sighing she was going to go back in the kitchen,when my words stop her.

"I have prepared the breakfast and kept it on the counter. Have it."

She stares at me and then rolls her eyes. Smiling to herself.

"Breakfast and you. No thanks. I am good."

I shrug, continuing to read the newspaper.
And she goes back inside the kitchen.

I can hear the noise of utensils hitting,as she tries to make the breakfast in a hurry.

To only hear the sound of a glass hitting the floor and a small scream leaving her lips.

Folding back the newspaper, I get up to go towards the kitchen.
To see beads of sweat covering her forehead as she looks around at the mess she created.

She can't function properly when she is in a hurry.

An old habit of hers.

"Vivian...I told you to have it. Why are you so stubborn?"

She looks up at me, the anxiousness getting replaced by anger.

"Why are you so stubborn? I told you I don't want to have the food made by you!"

I just sigh, seeing her crouch down and picking up the broken pieces of glass.

"Leave it Vivian. You will get hurt."

But she doesn't listen. Adamant and persistence.
Giving me one cold stare, she continues to pick up broken pieces.

Her phone rings, and she gets distracted.

She was going to pick it up from the shelf,when her finger slides past the glass on the floor.

"Fuc*!"

She curses, as she sees drops of blood falling down from her fingers.

"Shit Vivian! I told you!'

Rushing towards her,I pull her hand to only make her pull it back.

"Don't touch me Ethan. I am fine!"

She again goes to pick up the phone, refusing to even look at me.
And I see drops of blood , falling on the Italian marble below.