Married to A Billionaire novel Chapter 8

MAYRA'S POV

I let my eyes open, trying to cover them with my finger from the rays of morning sun. Blinking my eyes several times, I woke up clumsily and sat down on bed in Indian style, covering my legs with blanket. I yawned and then started stretching my arms in an attempt to retain some strength in me. After that I walked to the window and pulled the curtains away. I observed the view carefully while grabbing my hairs in a messy bun.

Suddenly a familiar voice of someone's clearing their throat came and I looked over my shoulder only to saw Rehan lying on the bed with his gaze being continuously fixed on me. A small blush crept on my cheeks and I bite my lips in embarrassment.

" Morning."

I said with a smile, turning towards him. He nodded and shifted his eyes to his laptop which was on his lap.

I scurried my eyebrows in confusion.

He was working at this time?

" Have you slept well ?"

I rolled out the question and the corner of his lips broke into a slight twitch.

I guess he didn't wanted to have a conversation with me. So I pressed my lips together and walked towards the bathroom. Instantly I changed my clothes into track suit and after splashing chilled water over my face, I tied my hairs into high pony.

After getting ready, I started walking out of the room but before that could happen, strong fingers wrapped around my wrist.

" Where the hell do you think, you are going?" He asked in quite edgy tone making me startled at his sudden harsh behavior.

I gulped down my saliva and looked down at my shoes.

" Jog-ging."

I shuttered.

" Like this?" He pointed over my clothes.

" You are not going." He added calmly and left my wrist to only return back to the bed.

I frowned but instead of opposing him, I nodded in a agreement. I just don't want to spoil his mood.

After having a shower, I silently sat on the corner of the bed, stealing few glances of him who was busy in attending business calls on his laptop.

" Breakfast?" I asked, hesitantly.

" My cook, cherry doesn't come in morning."

My jaw dropped after hearing him. "Don't you take breakfast in the morning?"

" No."

I sighed.

Next without saying anything more, I stepped downstairs,entering into his kitchen. I looked around and smiled having a sight of a beautiful kitchen. Soon whole kitchen started smelling in delicious aroma. I licked my lips playfully and after placing everything in tray, I went back to our room.

His eyes met mine then landed on the tray which I had in my hand. His eyebrows shot up in amusement. But by ignoring his expressions, I placed the plate in front of him.

" I don't take breakfast, haven't I mentioned earlier?"

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