Shocking discovery

14 Shocking discovery

Zara found Andrew with a servant. He handed a not to the man and he read through it, then nodded vigorously. It was another moment of curiosity for Zara. Why didn’t Andrew ever speak? She hadn’t ever heard—not even by mistake—a word from the man. What was his problem?

However, that hardly mattered to Zara. She still had to do her job. She hurried and caught up with him. Andrew frowned and gave her a glare, his eyes fierce as always. She’d only seen those extreme reactions from him whenever she was around. She had a vague idea of how much the guy hated her. After all, he’d constantly called her a pest in written notes!

“Hey, Andrew,” she called out, reaching out to him and hooking a hand around his waist. She smiled, looking up at him. “I’m not letting you off so easily. You owe me two apologies and a cup of tea for all the beatings I’ve received at your hands.”

Andrew shrugged her hand off but she held him again, tightening her grip. “Don’t struggle too much, love,” she said, giggling. “Did you get that? I called you ‘love’!”

Andrew rolled his eyes and grunted, annoyed. Zara just wanted him to say one word and maybe lash out at her. It would be super fun that way!

He stopped and shoved her again. Thankfully, Zara hit the wall and managed to not fall. She exhaled, relieved that Andrew had stopped there. Mostly, in his room, he’d go as far as pulling her hair. Aside from those hard grips, he’d actually never hit her before—well, that’s if she didn’t count the slap that had almost left her blind.

“Wait up!” she rushed after him, sure that if he got to the room first, he’d shut the door and leave her outside. That had been the game for the past two days. She’d get into the room way before him and there was no way he could lock her out. The servants had to clean his room during the day.

Andrew glanced back at her and when he saw her running after him, he broke into a small jog.

Zara smiled, thrilled at the idea of the game. She wished Andrew had an idea of how many times she’d run around the neighbourhood—especially during the local football matches. She was sure that he wouldn’t outrun her—not even in his dreams.

And true to her thoughts, she entered the room before him. She made sure to shove him so that he hit his head on the door frame. That had made Andrew groan in pain and anger and Zara liked it that way. Get on his nerves more and more and maybe—just maybe—he’d beat her up pretty bad.

It was a bad strategy, but she felt that if Andrew sent her to the hospital after a beating, he’d feel remorse and later on, sleep with her. That was the logic behind men. Get them to pity you and then they’d just get in your pants!

Andrew hissed, not sparing her a glance. He shut the door behind him and moved to his bed. Today, he didn’t have a laptop with him—he’d probably learnt his lesson from day one. Now, he did all his work in his study. Zara had it in mind to enter that study one day and terrorise him to hell and back.

Andrew got on the bed and took the book he’d been reading. He flipped to the page he’d stopped at and began to read, ignoring her. Zara didn’t mind that at all. The time hadn’t come for her beating yet and she wasn’t really enthusiastic about getting Andrew to pull her hair and cheeks again tonight.

So, she took liberty of the wine he had in his room. It didn’t seem like he drank much and she wondered why he even had the wine cabinet in the first place. But, it served her purpose. How many glasses had she broken so far? Three? Four?

She sighed and poured herself another glass of wine, sad that she was going to break the glass again tonight. She took a sip of the wine, then swirled the glass, enjoying how the blue liquid tumbled inside. Today, she’d picked a blue outfit. It was low cut at the chest, revealing a lot of cleavage and skin. Her trouser hugged her like a second skin. Just perfect for seduction!

She stalked back to Andrew, a small smile on her face. “Andrew, hey!” she called out. “Look at this!”

He grunted, but reluctantly looked up at her. Zara smiled and tossed the wine at him, drenching his shirt and hair. She watched as the blue liquid dripped down his hair, seeping into his shirt and most of it staining the bed spread.

She chuckled. “Are you ready to play tonight?”

Andrew growled, angered. His eyes were now fierce, almost reddened and the blue stain on his shirt made him look so domineering. He leapt to his feet and lunged at her. Zara dashed from his grip and retreated to the wall.

Andrew grabbed his book and threw it at her, but Zara caught it. She turned the book and noted the title. “Mindset of a successful entrepreneur”. She snorted. “You’re reading this garbage?” she said. “I’ll help you out.”

She ripped the book out, page after page, dropping them to the floor as she tore through it. This—fortunately—raised Andrew’s anger exponentially.

With one swift move, he cornered her at the wall and gripped her neck, slamming her back into the wall. Zara coughed, choking as the man’s grip grew tight around her neck. True, she’d wanted a beating to gain his sympathy but not strangulation! She wanted to yell for help, but her voice came out weak and choked.

She clawed at his hand, pleading. “Andrew…you’re hurting me!”

Andrew glanced at his shirt and then at his book, which she’d torn out a good number of pages. He roared, his eyes wide in anger and his face contorted in agony. Zara saw the urge in him. The urge to snap her neck.

But, she saw something else. Due to Andrew’s roar, he’d opened his mouth wide and she saw into his mouth. This was the first time since she’d been with him that she saw him open his mouth so wide and it shocked her.

It shocked her to find out that CEO Andrew Sebastian had no tongue!

Zara shuddered, the shock overwhelming the choking feeling around her neck. That was it, wasn’t it? The reason Andrew never spoke to anyone no matter how pissed he was. It was because he didn’t have a tongue!

Andrew grunted and let go of her neck, then stumbled back, his eyes carrying remorse as if he was sorry for letting himself grow wild. He turned and went back to the bed, throwing himself on it with a grunt. He sat there, head against the headrest, and stared into space.

Zara’s heart was thumping, not at the fact that Andrew had almost killed her, but because she now realised that something was wrong. Andrew’s tongue had been cut out, leaving a small stump. She now realised why he wouldn’t speak.

He didn’t refuse to speak because he considered himself above others. Rather, he couldn’t even speak at all! What was worse? Aaron and Gracie had lied to her about it!

When she’d asked why Andrew never spoke, they’d told her that he was like that, unpredictable and not easily pleased. It wasn’t possible that they didn’t know of Andrew’s lack of tongue. But, why lie to her? Why keep it from her and pretend that Andrew refused to speak because he didn’t want to?

Zara felt something was wrong. No one—not even the media—had an idea that Andrew had no tongue in his mouth. To the public, he was a cold, self-righteous man who thought he was better than everyone. Better, in fact, to the extent that he didn’t want to speak to anyone.

Zara pulled her knees up and rested her head on them, trembling. Andrew didn’t glance at her the entire night.