CHAPTER 34: SPOILING HUBBY WITH LUNCH IV

CHAPTER 34: SPOILING HUBBY WITH LUNCH IV

Diana mentally screamed but replied in a strained voice, "It doesn't mean I'm comfortable with it." She was on the verge of tears, embarrassed by the thought of doing something she hadn't even done yet.

James was silent for a while before saying, "Okay, no video call. Just go do it now and tell me when you're done. I'll be on the line waiting. Is that better?"

Relief washed over Diana. "Yes, that's much better," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion as she nodded enthusiastically.

Rising from the couch, she retreated to her room, clutching her phone and the small tube of ointment. With a sigh, she sank onto the bed, placing the phone within easy reach. Taking a deep breath, she opened her leg and began applying the cream, her movements slow and deliberate.

The only sounds in the room were the soft whisper of the ointment and the rhythmic rise and fall of their breaths. Unknown to her, James, with his keen hearing, could detect the gentle rasp of the cream against her skin, a subtle confirmation that she was indeed keeping her word.

As soon as she finished, James' voice broke the quiet. "Are you done?"

Diana's cheeks flushed crimson. "How did you know?" she whispered, surprised. "I didn't even make a sound!"

"Don't ask," James said simply.

Diana, defeated, nodded and stopped asking questions. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands and returned to pick up her phone.

"I'm sorry once again Diana for the pain am causing you but i don't regret it he added".

Diana: ....!

Well she did not have a response to this.

"I want to do more to you" James continued when she did not respond.

"Why?" Diana asked out of fear.

"Well do you need to ask why? You are my wife and am undeniably getting attracted to you".

Diana smiled but did not respond

"Well it will definitely not be now. Until your fully healed, i will try to curb my cravings. James cleared his throat at that last part of his statement before he continued. "Take care of yourself wife i will see u at home in the evening". He finished and ended the call.

Diana sat on the bed and couldn't stop smiling to herself, more like blushing. Why was he so extra sweet today she thought to herself, and he had also called her wife. Diana felt sweet beyond words she smiled, stood up and twirled round the room before leaving to her office to continue working.

James rose after the call, hands already reaching for the mountain of stacked files on his table that were as thick as his frustration. He marched straight to Angelo's office, the floor tiles making screeching sounds under his heavy steps, the papers he carried, a battering ram announcing his arrival.

Angelo, hunched over a document, didn't hear him enter. With a thud that made Angelo jump up in surprise, James deposited half the files slamming them straight on his desk.

"How'd you enjoy my wife's cooking, Angelo?" James smirked, voice dripping with false sweetness. His eyes glinting with mischief.

Angelo scrambled to his feet, head bowed with a pale face. "Chairman, i...." he croaked, a tremor in his voice.

James wasn't interested in pleasantries. "Go through these," he commanded, gesturing to the papers he placed on his desk earlier. "Read them, analyze them, and tell me why we should accept or reject each contract. Submit your report before the clock strikes five."

Angelo's eyes widened as he stared at the Everest of paper work, despair gnawing at his guts. The stacks weren't just big or ordinary files; they were an avalanche, each file a daunting cliff face. Fifty contracts, each requiring analysis and justification and all had to be handwritten. But sir..." he began, voice cracking.

James cut him off with a curt nod. "No buts, Angelo. Get to work."

With a final bang of the door, James left Angelo to his mountain of contracts. A shiver ran down Angelo's spine. Was this his punishment for enjoying his wife's lunch? "Wicked man," Angelo whispered, sinking into his chair. "Jared, that conniving worm, had sealed his fate," he muttered, picturing his sycophantic brother basking in the chairman's good graces. Unbeknownst to him that Jared was going to suffer the same fate.

James's next target was Jared. He stormed into Jared's office, finding him sprawled on his chair, and picking his teeth with a careless air, as the toothpick dangled from his lips. A wicked grin spread across James' face. "Jared," he boomed. His voice laced with mock cheer.

Jared shot up, eyes wide as he brushed crumbs off his shirt. "Brother! What brings you to my humble den?" he exclaimed, a forced smile plastered on his face. "You must have enjoyed sis-in-law's food because you seem... jolly."

His plastered smile immediately faltered under James's gaze.

James released a chuckle that didn't quite reach his eyes. Jolly my foot he thought. He knew Jared was as terrified as Angelo. "Jolly's one way to put it," he said, his smile razor-sharp.

He slammed the remaining files onto Jared's desk, the files landing with a thud. He repeated the same instructions he'd given Angelo.

Jared blinked, then swallowed hard. "All of them?" he croaked.

James cut him off. He rolled his eyes, the same cold glint in them as before. "Don't play dumb, Jared. You get the same deadline." He left Jared to his papery purgatory, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

As James stalked back to his office, whispers followed him. He felt the weight of stares burning into his back. He ignored them, unaware that Jared had already spread the news of his unprecedented lunch break like wildfire through the office.