My Belittled Husband Is A Billionaire

Themis’ POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Winter told me last night. She just told me she liked me, and she didn’t even look like she was joking.

Could it really be that she already likes me?

But I thought she hated me?

Maybe she was just trying to tease me.

I shook my head as I put my robe on and stepped out of the bathroom. I almost jumped when I saw Winter sitting on my bed with a smile on her face.

“W-Winter, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your work right now?”

“Good morning, Matthew! Oh, my manager told me that the filming will start late today, so I don’t really need to hurry myself up. By the way, I have prepared breakfast for you. Just go downstairs as soon as you’re done dressing up, okay?”

I nodded my head absentmindedly. The way she was acting confuses me so much.

After saying all those things to me, she already left. I just changed my clothes into my working attire before going downstairs straight to the dining room, where I found Winter and Elisse sitting at the table, probably waiting for me to arrive.

“Good morning, brother!”

“Good morning, Elisse. Are you ready for today’s class?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically. “Yes, I am! Also, Miss Winter prepared our breakfast today! You should taste it, brother!”

“Alright. By the way, Winter. Thank you for preparing today’s breakfast.”

“Oh no, don’t thank me. I’d willingly do it for you every day if you want me to,” She said while smiling at me.

Seriously, I don’t even know how I should react to everything that she’s doing. I’m not used to her being so nice to me.

I tasted the breakfast that Winter cooked while they were both gazing at me as if waiting for my reaction.

“I-It tastes good.” I said.

“Really? Oh, thank goodness! I thought it would taste bad!” said Winter.

Actually, it doesn’t taste really good. But of course, she did her best to prepare it for us, so I didn’t have any right to complain.

“Matthew, what’s your favorite food? I will cook it for you!” Winter suddenly and I almost choked from the food I was eating.

“W-Well, I like Italian pasta.”

She nodded her head as if trying to remember what pasta looks like. “I see. I’ll make sure to ask the maids about it.”

“You no longer have to do that for me, Winter. I think this is enough. Besides, I know you have work to do. It might add up to your stress if you still cook for us.”

“No, not at all. I am more than willing to cook for you, Matthew. Like what a wife does for her husband.”

I glanced around us and I saw the maids looking at us while smiling, so I cleared my throat and drank some water.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Sir.”

I put my pen down and raised my head up to see my secretary who just stepped inside my office. “What is it?”

“Miss Winter Wesley is outside, Sir. Should I-

“Matthew!”

Before I could even ask my secretary to let her in, Winter already forced herself in with a smile on her face. I just nodded at my secretary and he had already left.

I stood up and looked at Winter, who was holding a lunchbox.

“Hey.”

“Have you had lunch already?”

“I had so many things to do that I lost track of time. What brought you here?”

She put the lunchbox above my desk and opened it. “I actually brought you lunch. Although I wasn’t the one who cooked it because I was busy filming, the one who organized everything in this lunchbox.”

“You shouldn’t have wasted time preparing it just for me. For sure that interrupted your work. Even so, thank you for bringing it to me.”

“I’m glad you appreciated it. Here, have your lunch now,” She said as she sat on the chair beside my desk.

I sat back in my swivel chair. “Aren’t you going to eat, too?”

“No, I’m on a diet. And besides, I’ll be full just watching you eat.”

“A-Alright. I’ll eat now.”

“Go on.”

I started eating while Winter was just staring at me with her chin resting on both of her hands. It was as if she was watching a movie while looking at me, which made it hard for me to eat properly.

“B-By the way, how’s work?” I asked her, just to make it less awkward. I thought she would stop staring at my mouth, but she didn’t.

She kept on watching me as she talked. “We’ll be having our last filming next week before I choose another movie to star in.”

“I see. Looks like you have a lot of work lined up as soon as you finish one. That must be really tiring for you.”

“That’s right. It’s really quite tiring sometimes that it makes me want to retire from showbiz and just live a peaceful life away from the spotlight,” she said without taking his eyes off me as if I was her favorite movie she couldn’t miss.

I nodded my head. “But you’re also afraid that you’ll regret it in the end, right?”

“Exactly. I don’t want to hear another I told you so from my parents.”

“But your happiness must be your utmost priority. You shouldn’t think about what other people would think about you.”

A smile appeared on her face. “You’re right. That’s what I actually want to do, but I guess people like me who live to be liked by other people would find it hard to do that.”

I was about to speak again, but Winter suddenly moved her face closer to me. I put the cutlery down and leaned on my swivel chair. “W-What is it?”

She kept on moving her face closer to mine until she raises her hand and wiped the corner of my mouth with her thumb. “You have something on your lips.”

Then the door suddenly went open with that awkward scene.

“Winter?!”