Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

Hudson frowned as he stood still outside his car until he saw all the furniture on the lawn.

Emely, finally realizing Hudson was home, beamed at him and waved at him, wanting to rush out to welcome him home but faltered when she saw Hudson striding toward her with one hand in his pants pockets and had that faint smile on his lips - the smile that could make everyone froze or broke into cold sweats because even though is made him looked even more handsome, there was a threatening air under that smile. "H-Hudson.." Emely stuttered when her fiance stopped in front of her and pinched her chin lightly, tilting her head back so she could look at him.

Emely was a petite woman, even shorter than Cherise, and with the close proximity between them, she had to really crane her neck back to be able to see into Hudson's eyes, and it hurt her nape.

"Who asked you to move and replace the furniture in my place?" Hudson's voice was low and gentle, his faint smile still in place, but Emely shivered because she knew that gesture so well.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest, and opened her mouth to reply, "Your mom... She said since I'm about to be your wife, we should move in together."

"Did she, now?" Hudson's eyes moved from her left eye to right as if to see if she was lying, but Dahlia was really the one who said that.

"Y-Yes." Emely was afraid of this side of Hudson. Smiling yet cold.

Hudson let go of her chin and patted her head. "You don't have to do that. We are not married yet, so we can't stay together for now, and we are not going to stay here after we get married."

Emely's heart jumped in her chest, whether from excitement or jealousy. She didn't know because this was Hudson's place, the one he had lived in for so long, even before she married Cherise. He had let Cherise stay here but not her.

But she tried to shrug it off and instead thought positively. Maybe Hudson didn't want to taint her reputation and didn't want to stay in the place where there were remnants of that country bumpkin anymore and instead wanted to move somewhere else to have a new life with her.

She wrapped her hands around his waist and rested her cheek on his chest, not noticing how Hudson's body became slightly rigid. For him, she felt wrong wrapped around him like this.

"I'm sorry, Hudson," Emely apologized softly and said in understanding, "I didn't realize you don't want to stay in this place anymore, and thank you for thinking of my reputation."

Hudson didn't correct her but just hugged her back for a split second because, once more, she felt wrong in his arms. She was too short and didn't have all the curves he loved in all the right places. Everything about her felt wrong. But this was a good sign because he was only there to take care of her, not to make her his wife in every sense.

He then stepped back and turned around to look at the moving staff and Miles, who all had stopped moving, unsure of what to do. The couple looked like they loved each other, but it seemed like Hudson Amery didn't want her to move in with him, while she wanted to change every piece of furniture in the house.

"Miles, make sure all the old furniture is back to where they were before," he commanded. "As for the new furniture, store them someplace else until Emely finds a suitable place she likes."

Emely clenched her dress tightly as she heard the underlying meaning of Hudson's words-a place where she would like to live, not a place for them to live after marriage. Did he not plan for them to stay together after marriage?

No, it couldn't be. Hudson loved her-he had loved her for so long and even proposed to her. She knew her innocent act could always make men want her, and she would use it against him.

No matter what, they were going to wed, and they would need to stay together. What would people say if they were married but lived separately?

Dahlia had purposely asked her to replace all the furniture in this house to make it hers and Hudson's, but it seemed Hudson still loved all the old furniture, and she knew they were chosen by Cherise because of the color.

The mansion had a homey feeling instead of Hudson's usual cold palette.

'Cherise, I won't let you take Hudson away!' Emely shouted in her mind. But without staying together, how was she able to get into his bed? She really needed to create an opportunity for it.

"Right away, sir," Miles replied, busily instructing the moving staff to return the old furniture to its original location. The moving staff knew who to obey, so they began working again, moving the furniture that had been placed on the lawn back to its original place. Emely stood awkwardly and felt humiliated as she had bossed around the moving staff before like she was the mistress of the house, but now the situation had been turned around.

To make herself less awkward, she glanced around and saw the kitchen. Suddenly, she had an idea to cook for Hudson. Luis had always loved her cooking and Hudson too, whenever he visited.

"Hudson, I'm going to cook for you just like I used to," she said in a not-so-soft voice so everyone heard her and knew they were close and in love with each other.

Hudson just nodded and sat on the couch where it had been placed back in the living room. He rested his head on the headrest and thought about why he didn't want anyone to change the furniture in this house, but he already knew the reason in his heart - because of Cherise.

Cherise was the one who changed all the furniture in this house, even down to the drapes and bedding.

All the furniture used to be minimalist, with gray, dark blue, or anything in a cold tone, but she changed it. She managed to convince him to make this house homey with feminine touches here and there. She even displayed their wedding photo in their bedroom. The only wedding photo they had ever taken where she looked radiant, and he looked his usual self-cold, aloof, looking bored at the camera like he wanted it to be over as quickly as possible,

At first, he was irked every time she asked for his opinion, but it became a regular thing that he just pointed to any of the choices she placed in front of him. And each time their place became more homey, she had a bright smile on her face. But now, that bright smile was no longer reserved for him anymore. Now, every time she saw him, all he could see was disdain and hatred in her eyes. All the loving words she used to tell him were replaced by cutting words and sarcastic remarks. Once again, his chest felt like being pierced by a knife, and he needed to rub it over his shirt. He should pay a visit to Keith again and have a check-up because he felt like he was going to have a heart attack soon. Soon, Emely finished cooking all of Hudson's favorite meals and asked him to join her at the dining table.

Hudson looked at the food and sighed inwardly. Maybe it was a good thing to marry Emely. She should also be a 'great wife' since she has known him for so long. She knew his habits, his favorite meals, and everything else, and she was gentle. He could take care of her this way, and they would only need to pretend to be husband and wife outside of their house. He didn't even need to pretend since being gentle with her was a part of him to ensure that she was being taken care of him perfectly. But where should they move? He didn't want to move out of the place that Cherise had tried hard to change and realized he had turned to love.

He certainly wouldn't want Emely to stay here and replace everything, which he knew she would.

No woman, or even man, would want to stay in a place where there were traces of their partners' exes, even though Emely wouldn't exactly be his 'wife'

This was his and Cherise's place. He didn't want any other woman entering it, and he was even mad when he saw Emely standing in the living room without his permission. His house was his sanctuary, a place for him to relax, but he knew it wasn't true. He didn't treat it that way when he was with Cherise - only coming back at night to have s*x with her or sleep beside her.

Ever since she left, though, it had really become his sanctuary. Even his mother and Polly needed permission to enter. Finley, too, while Keith was a different matter because Hudsone still had nightmares. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. He would allow Keith to come and go anytime he wanted, especially now that the house was quiet without Cherise's constant chattering about his day.

It seemed he needed to talk with Emely about their standing. He needed to make sure they were on the same page-that he was only marrying her to fulfill his promise to Luis and that nothing would ever happen between them. He would only treat her like a sister or sister-in-law.

Emely frowned when she saw Hudson not moving to pick up any of the dishes. Had his taste changed? It was impossible. The last time he visited her and Luis, he still loved her cooking.

So, she picked his favorite dish-braised pork and placed it on his plate. "I cooked your favorite," she said with a gentle smile, already looking like his wife in front of Miles and the moving staff.

Hudson finally looked at his plate, picked up the pork and some rice with his chopsticks, and started chewing and swallowing.

Looking at him eating what she cooked, Emely heaved in relief and started putting more food onto his plate.

What she didn't know was that Hudson didn't enjoy her cooking any more. Everything tasted off - the taste, the texture, and everything else.

Once he couldn't take it anymore, he placed his utensils down and wiped his mouth. "I'm sorry, but I have an important international conference meeting now."

Then he left the dining room to go to his study, leaving Emely stupidied on her seat. She started tasting her own cooking and felt everything had stayed the same.

Miles, who overheard his boss and Emely's conversation but pretended not to, was puzzled. His boss didn't have any conference calls on schedule. Was he escaping from his own fiance?

A thought occurred to him, and he became excited. Did his boss finally miss their previous Madam? It would be epic if they could get back together. All their maids, including Miles himself, would be happy, but he kept his expression flat as he saw Emely looking his way.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He kept instructing the moving staff to move the furniture until he heard Emely call his name.

"Miles, does Hudson really have an international conference call right now?" Emely's gut told her Hudson was lying to her, so she wanted to make sure he wasn't.

"Yes, Miss. Emely, he does." Miles lied for his boss. "And he had already had lunch before coming back home."

"Oh." Emely nodded. She guessed her gut feeling was wrong. "Well... I better tell him I'm going now, then," she said, turning to search for Hudson's office in the house.

"Wait, Miss. Emely," Miles stopped her. "Mr. Hudson does not like to be interrupted during conference calls. I'll tell him later after he's finished with it."

"But I'm his fiance." Emely still wished to check if Hudson was lying.

Miles smiled at her and tried to reassure her as best as he could, "It is because you are his fiance that I'm sure he will understand."

As expected, Emely smiled back. It was great that Hudson's PA had called her as Hudson's fiance.

"Alright, then. Please let him know that I'm going back to Dahlia's place."

"I will, Miss. Emely," Miles replied politely and added just to stroke her ego, "Do you need me to drive you back? I'm sure Mr. Hudson wouldn't want anything to happen to you on the way back."

Emely waved him off. "Dahlia's driver drove me here, but thank you for the offer, Miles." She tried to be friendly to him so she could get him on her side.

"Anytime, Miss. Emely," Miles replied like a professional PA that he was.

Once Emely was gone, he saw the mess she had made in the kitchen and the leftover food. He shook his head in disapproval. He also didn't like how she didn't believe in his boss' words even though technically he was lying to her.

Madam Cherise would never do this. She always made sure the house was spot-clean so his boss would always feel comfortable in his own home. She also trusted her husband unconditionally, which seemed to be her downfall since, in the end, his boss had a mistress.

Miles had no choice but to call the maids and ask them to clean the mess Emely had made. He wanted to go to his boss's study, but decided against it as he felt his boss needed some alone time.

As Miles had thought, Hudson was smoking in his study, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window to see Emely left. He didn't even feel guilty leaving her in the dining room just now.

He was confused. He didn't know why he didn't like Emely's cooking anymore, even though he used to love it until a few months ago. How could one's taste change in just a few months? But even as he saw Emely busying herself in the kitchen just now, all he saw was Cherise's shadow.

Ever since she left, all he could think about was her, and he was frustrated because of it. He didn't want to

think of her, but his mind couldn't help but always wander back to her. Without thinking, his hands reached into his pocket and caressed the box he had always carried now.