chapter 5

CHAPTER SEVEN

After having a mouthful of porridge, Cameron choked and quickly chugged down some water. I looked at him expectantly, “What do you think?”

He blinked once or twice before pointing at me with a weird look, “You made this?” I nodded quickly feeling pretty proud of making such fantastic dish. He tried the noddles next and continued eating that with a smile, “I don't like porridges so I'll have your noddles, it's really good”

I cleared my throat and started digging into my porridge but before I could even get started, he took the plate from my hands and shoved the bowl of noddles in front of me. “I'm a doctor, and eating this porridge isn't good for you or the baby. Do you want to die?” I shook my head quickly. I didn't know Cameron was a doctor.. no wonder he was scared when that bad man hurt him with a knife. Mere thinking about it, I felt angry at the bad man.

“But why isn't porridge good for me? I've been eating porridge for days and I don't feel weird about it” I moved my spoon closer to the porridge but Cameron was ahead of me, he grabbed the plate and started heading to the kitchen.

I ran after him in panic, “Visitors shouldn't enter their guests house freely! It's rude and uncultured and-”

It was too late. Cameron was already at the kitchen looking at all of the mess I made which was really embarrassing. He tossed the porridge into the trash and turned back to face me seriously, “From now on.. I'll cook for you, I don't want you to get hurt while working so hard to cook what you cannot. Look everywhere, it's a mess!” His voice echoed throughout the kitchen making me have mixed feelings.

Why did he say from now on he would cook for me.. Was he planning to live here? In that case I cannot allow him. It would be awkward for the both of us. Especially now that he could see how bad of a cook I was, I felt it was really embarrassing so I looked away from him with a sigh, “Finish dinner and leave.. I'll go back to my room”

I was about to leave when his hand grasped my wrist but I didn't bother to turn and look at him, “We really did get married before you lost most of your memories. I loved you and you loved me too-”

I snatched my hand from his and turned to face him seriously, “That was the old beauty you used to know and I'm not her. If you're just saying this because of our child then don't worry I won't force you to take responsibility, all I ask is you recognise our child when he or she is born” 

Cameron eyes wandered everywhere and I couldn't tell what he was thinking so I decided to leave but then I remembered something, “Everything that happened between you and beauty in the past, please forget it. That'll be best for the both of us”

I turned to leave but then I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist making me sigh miserably as I felt warm in the inside. However I scolded myself and forced myself to concentrate. But before I could say anymore, he beat me to it.

“You remember that night when you said you wanted me under that apple tree you like to call your coven because you could store wine inside the trees?” My body stiffened and I quickly adjusted myself, “I already told you i-”

“-I enjoyed that night and the other nights we spent together”

My eyes widened and I tried to run away from him but his arms were still firmly tight around my waist. “Let go!” I yelled suddenly feeling suffocated. I can't believe the old me could really be that wild. It was too much for me to handle, what was I supposed to do?

“Calm down you'll hurt our baby and just a friendly reminder, I'll stay here from now on” he whispered against my ear causing me to shiver lightly, then he let go off me and I rushed to my room. I closed the door and I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat rapidly. I had no idea what to do. 

His words.. were too serious, almost scary. This person was really loyal to the old beauty despite what she did to him.. he really was insane.. 

Unable to sleep anymore, I went to bed and dozed off.

The next morning, I felt a ticklish feeling on my face. I kept brushing it off initially but when I smelt a familiar scent, I opened my eyes and froze a bit when I saw Cameron staring straight at me like a lovesick idiot.

I got up from the bed immediately and started pointing to the door, “What are you doing here? Get out! Its impolite to enter a lady's room like that.”

“Its not impolite to enter my wife's room” he replied sheepishly making me feel like puking. I ran to the bathroom and started throwing up what I had last night. It looked like it didn't digest. Cameron was probably right.. I cooked so much rubbish that's why I suddenly felt very sick and tired.

“Are you alright love?” Cameron voice spoke behind the bathroom door.

“Are you dressed? Is it alright for me to come in?”

I went to the toilet sink filled my toothbrush with some toothpaste and replied, “I'm alright” then I ran the water and started brushing my teeth. The door opened and I glared at Cameron, I spit out some foam from my mouth and aaked, “What are you doing? I could've been naked you know” 

“Pardon my rudeness, my love. I just wanted to make sure you were-”

“-Stop caring so much about me it's annoying, I can take care of myself!” I snapped finally unable to bear his overwhelming kindness and care. I'd only seen him a few times and each time, he was overly concerned for my well being. It made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable because I knew I would never be able to replace his kindness.

“Breakfast is ready, get down before the food gets cold” he replied closing the bathroom door. I expected him to lash out on me or get angry but he never did which made me feel really guilty.

After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I went to the dinning room where Cameron was staring gloomily at the ground. I felt even worse seeing him this way.

All he did was try to help me out. He even saved me and received a stab for me but all I did was lash out on him.

Noticing my presence, Cameron smiled and walked me to my seat. “I made Pancakes, chicken pies, rice cakes and pastries with fresh fruit juice”

I looked at the good dishes on the table and smiled, they did smell good. Ever since Cameron first cook for me i had been secretly craving his dishes, who knew I would be able to taste it so soon.

“I-I'll get going” Cameron said turning to leave but my guilt couldn't take letting him go like that. “Cameron!” I called and he stopped and glanced at me, “Yeah?”

“I'm sorry for yelling at you even though you've been nothing but good to me. So.. can you please stay at my house.. To work as a cook!”