Chapter 3 The Hatred (Part Two)

For Alina, the food at night was particularly more delicious, which was why she couldn't help but eat a lot.

She tidied up the things she picked up at the supermarket and put them into the fridge. Then she proceeded to wash the vegetables and began to prepare the rich dinner she was planning to have.

Noticing that the kitchen was clean, Alina knew that Bertram didn't have dinner at home. Since, in theory, they were a couple, she decided to make another plate for him.

After a tiring day, Bertram just wanted to go home. He had drunk too much, and there was nothing he'd rather do than take a shower and go straight to bed.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he smelled something that was able to tickle his nose.

He saw someone-a woman-coming out of the kitchen. The woman wore a pink apron and had her long and shiny black hair tied behind her. She was carrying something, which she put on the table.

It looked as if Bertram had forgotten that he was not living alone anymore.

Alina flashed him an innocent smile and said, "Oh! You're back! Just in time! I just finished cooking."

"What are you doing?" Bertram asked as he stood by the door.

This was the first time that he was put in a situation like this. For a moment, he was stunned.

"I've never noticed how clean your kitchen is until now. It's so shocking that you're still able to keep it this clean."

Bertram just stared at her without saying a word.

"And you fridge, it's completely empty! Don't you eat at home? It looks like your kitchen has never been used."

He simply glanced at her with an indifferent look, walked to the sofa, and threw his coat onto it.

"I went to the supermarket and bought all the things I wanted. I think the food outside isn't always clean. Besides, it's better to cook my meal myself. Come. Let's eat," she said to Bertram.

She turned around and walked to the kitchen without waiting for Bertram's answer.

On the other hand, Bertram was still sulking in his anger.

When Alina served the dishes, she saw Bertram still standing in front of the sofa. Bertram hadn't faced Alina the whole time.

"Bertram?" she called, but he still didn't respond. Alina took her apron off and walked towards Bertram.

"What's wrong with you?"

Alina felt a shiver down her spine as she saw Bertram's grim face.

"Bertram, what the hell..."

She felt a strong force pulling her waist before she could finish her words. And before she could even react, her lips were already covered.

Alina was so shocked that her eyes bulged out. She couldn't believe that she... She was kissed by this man...

Alina felt helpless. She trembled and curled up on the sofa.

She had tears in her eyes, and Bertram felt a little upset about it. Instead of comforting her, he just glanced at her and walked towards the bathroom without looking back at her.

Everything happened so suddenly. In the shower, Bertram stood under the nozzle and let the water wash his body.

He didn't expect any of these things to happen in just one night. He thought that marrying her would be fine. To his surprise, he still couldn't control himself. He couldn't forget everything that had happened in the past, especially since every time he saw her, his heart would burst out in anger.

Bertram hated to feel betrayed. The thought of betrayal always stung his heart.

He clenched his fists and coldly stared at them.

'Alina... Since you married me, you have to bear and understand what you had just encountered.'

Alina couldn't understand why Bertram suddenly became like this. Wasn't he fine at the beginning? Why did he suddenly change into another person? Feeling scared, all Alina wanted to do was run away from him.

It was true, she didn't want to stay here. She wanted to go home. She missed her parents deeply! She put on her clothes in a hurry, but she fell down because she felt so weak and tired.

In a hurry, she wiped her tears and stumbled out. But just as her hand was about to turn the doorknob, someone suddenly pulled her back from behind.

Her eyes were still teary when she saw Bertram's cold eyes.

"It's so late. Where do you think you're going?" Bertram's anger seemed to come from hell, making Alina shiver.

She wanted to escape, but the pain made her motionless.

"Let me go!"

He sneered and said, "Let you go? You're my wife! I can't let you go!"

"No, I'm not your wife..."

Alina looked down in fear. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Really? Well, it's not up to you."

He dragged her all the way to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed as she struggled desperately. Frightened, Alina sat up as soon as she had the chance and stared at him.

"Since you've moved in here, you don't have the right to think about leaving. Remember your present identity!

If you want anything to happen to your father's company, you can leave!" Bertram walked out, leaving Alina holding herself tightly in fear.

Why was that? What happened? Why did she feel that there was hatred in his eyes?

Alina was unable to sleep the whole night. Every time she closed her eyes, she would remember what Bertram had done to her. She didn't dare to go out until morning came.

Alina felt so sick that she couldn't eat until noon when her stomach finally growled. She carefully opened the door and looked around to see that Bertram was nowhere around.

There was only a study room, right in the middle of their rooms. She quietly walked over and listened to the door for a while. There was no sound. She guessed that Bertram might have already gone to work.

Besides, it was already noon. He shouldn't be at home at this hour. Her stomach began to growl again. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Alina saw that everything she had cooked last night was still inside the fridge.

Contemplating on what happened the previous night, Alina suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She didn't expect to be treated badly. All she wanted to do was cook him a nice dinner.