Moving into Ragnar suite

Amy stormed out of the room and went back outside.

Luckily for her, Greg was still outside.

Greg, what is going on?

Greg wasn't surprised, he expected the reaction.

Do you mean the empty room, Mrs Amy?

Exactly, where is my stuff? The room is empty, and I can't find any of my things.

Do you mean the stuff Mr Ragnar bought for you? Greg teased.

Amy frowned. What is that supposed to mean, Greg?

I am sorry, ma'am, but your things have been moved to Mr Ragnar's new suite. That is where you both would be staying.

Greg, What exactly are you saying?

What I am trying to say is that you would be sharing the same room with Mr Ragnar as the supposed new couple.

Amy laughed, she couldn't believe her ears.

How on earth would my things be moved without my permission?

Greg moved closer to Amy and whispered," lower your voice ma'am, no one must know this is a contract. If you have any complaints, I would advise you to speak to Mr Ragnar personally. 

Amy scoffed," This is so unbelievable. Would you be kind enough to show me the way to the suite?

Sure, this way, ma'am.

Greg led the way and Amy followed. While they were inside the elevator, Amy's heart was beating very fast, she surely was not prepared for this new chapter of her life, and soon they were at Mr Ragnar's new suite.

Greg notified Mr Ragnar of their arrival and the door swung open.

Amy stepped into the room while Greg turned to leave, having done his part.

Amy entered the room and looked around for Mr Ragnar.

Over here, a voice spoke from a corner. Amy turned to look and it was Ragnar.

He was putting on a white robe while he zipped his coffee.

Amy was startled, she walked slowly towards him and stammered as she spoke.

Mr Ragnar, I do not really appreciate the fact that my things were moved without my permission. I mean, I should be aware.

Ragnar remained silent, he continued zipping his coffee.

Aren't you going to say anything? I mean, I know I signed a contract but, don't you think I should be informed…

Ragnar was tired of her ranting, he interrupted. I told you it was going to be on my terms. What is the fuss about?

What happened to you not sharing your bed with a stranger? Amy asked curiously. 

I never mentioned we were going to be sharing the same bed, we only needed to stay together in the same room, not share the same bed. Ragnar replied.

Amy was surprised, she didn't understand what Ragnar was talking about.

Seeing how confused Amy was, Ragnar added Common on! Amy, look around you.

Amy looked around the room and realized the bed was a twin bed separated by cotton.

"Oh! Apparently, we won't be sharing the same bed. Amy admitted it and Ragnar nodded. I hope you know that no one can know about this.

About what? 

About contract marriage, no one must know. In public, we must make everyone believe we are truly married and that we are a perfect couple. Ragnar explained.

"That's easy," Amy said.

You can't conclude so fast. It sounds easy, but trust me, it is not.

Amy kept looking around the suite. It was really luxurious and beautiful. She wondered how much it cost Ragnar to be able to stay in such a suite.

She started feeling uncomfortable due to the tightness of her dress, and then she remembered that it was time to change her dress.

Where is my stuff? I need to change. She asked.

Over there, Ragnar pointed to the direction of the sliding wardrobe where her stuff had been kept neatly.

Amy walked toward the wardrobe thinking about how she was going to undress and change in Ragnar's presence.

Just as she moved closer to the wardrobe she found a small door opposite the wardrobe, she opened slightly to beep and discovered it was a dressing room.

Thank Goodness, she murmured, it was a great relief, at least she was going to have her privacy.

She opened the wardrobe and took out her nightwear, towel and make-up kit, she took out her cleanser to clean her make-up and headed into the bathroom to take her shower.

When she was done, she went into the dressing room, got dressed and went back to the room where Ragnar was.

She took out her phone and sent another text message to granny, to find out how everyone was doing.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't had anything to eat since morning, so she got up and walked toward Ragnar.

I am famished. Could we at least have something to eat?

Ragnar seemed to be so busy with what he was doing that he refused to reply to Amy.

Is he so busy with what he is doing, or didn't he hear me? Amy whispered and repeated herself. This time, she spoke louder.

 I am famished. Could we order something to eat?

Regnar raised his brows, I will place an order shortly. Could you relax and be patient?

Amy went back to her side of the bed and sat on the edge. She kept looking around, maybe she would find a clue about who he really was.

What is with the weird, quiet and nice attitude? Amy asked herself.

She took out her phone and went on Google. She typed in Ragnar Langston. It only took her to his profile, which was private. She decided to send a request, but changed her mind.

I don't want him to think I am stalking him, this is just a contract, and I intend for it to remain like that, she muttered to herself.

What would you have to eat? Ragnar asked loudly.

Amy thought for a while and responded, chicken or duck meat with a rich sauce.

"Nice choice" 

Ragnar placed a call to the kitchen and ordered the food.

Amy noticed Ragnar's mood had been lightened a little. She stood up and walked towards him, she sat down swiftly on a seat by his seat.

Regnar raised his brows, wondering why Amy was sitting close to him.

I think we need to talk? Amy said

Ragnar slightly hid the object he was holding and Amy noticed but pretended not to. 

What do you want to talk about?

Firstly, I appreciate this offer, it really means a lot to me… I am just curious, why choose a contract marriage when you could easily get someone to marry.

Ragnar's eyes turn red, it's a discussion he doesn't want to have, I don't want to talk about my relationship.

Why not? I mean, if we are going to be staying together, we should at least know some basic things about ourselves.

Ragnar remained silent.

Amy noticed the expression on Ragnar's face, "Are you hurt? Did someone break your heart?

"I said, I don't want to talk about it. Ragnar snapped and hit his hand on the table, making the hot coffee spill on his right arm.

"Ouch! Regnar groaned.

Amy stood up sharply and went to her makeup kit, she brought out wool and a liquid that would ease the pain.

She moved closer to Ragnar and applied some of the liquid to the hand. 

Ragnar immediately felt relieved. 

He watched Amy as she took care of his injury.

She was really beautiful, he thought, and caring.

Having taken care of the injury, Amy took some steps back.

Even after Amy stepped back, Ragnar still felt her touch on his arm.

"You will be fine," Amy said.

Amy went back to her seat.

Thank you. Ragnar whispered and Amy pretended not to hear.

"I didn't hear that."

Ragnar hated to repeat himself, he gnashed his teeth together and forcefully responded, "I said thank you.

You are welcome.

About your question, finding a woman who genuinely loves a man this time is very difficult. He finally answered her question. 

Amy wondered where that came from. Why would you say that? Have you ever been loved before?

Before Ragnar could answer, the doorbell rang.

Ragnar opened the door and Amy widened her eyes, shocked at what she had just seen.