Chapter 19 I Am Hungry

Time flew by. More than half a month had passed and the deadline of the jewelry design competition approached. She found herself forgetting to eat or drink in favor of completing the design.

The necklace comprised three complex black threads twisted into a braided chain. At the end lay an obsidian pendant encased with a lifelike dragon miniature. She called this necklace the Dragon.

Unfortunately, Fiona had been too busy with the design that she'd lost track of time. She'd just sent a digital version of the design to ZR Company's email when she'd taken a look at the clock.

Rushing to the hospital, she headed towards Wayne's ward. Once she got there, she smiled at him and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for being late."

"Oh, Fiona, you're here!" Wayne was reading a newspaper when he heard her call out. "You're not late, you're right on time. Thank you for coming here every day."

"It's no big deal." Fiona shook her head and smiled. "Time to eat, Grandpa."

"Okay." Wayne nodded. "Has Spencer contacted you recently?"

"No," replied Fiona gently, shaking her head.

Wayne sighed, displeased with his grandson's behavior. "He's too focused on his work and forgets everything when he is busy. When he comes back, I will have a good talk with him. Don't worry about it."

"It's okay, Grandpa. I understand." Having no contact with him was probably for the best.

"It's been almost a month. I expect he'll be back soon. How about you two live together after he comes back? It will help you get closer to one another."

Fiona froze and didn't know how to respond to that. Wayne was the one who bought her this house. Did she really have the right to refuse? But she really didn't want to live together with Spencer.

"Fiona, didn't you promise me you'll be working hard on your relationship with Spencer and getting pregnant as soon as possible? It doesn't matter if you're going to college. When you get married, I'll let everyone in M City know that you're a member of Cheng family."

Fiona was at a loss with what to say. A blush stained her cheeks in embarrassment. Agreeing to get pregnant were nothing but stalling tactics. 'What should I do, Spencer?' she cried inwardly.

"Fiona, should I take your silence as a yes?"

"What?" His words startled her back to the conversation they were having.

"Let Spencer live with you."

When she walked out of the hospital, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She wasn't on board with Wayne's plan, but she also couldn't turn him down. If she and Spencer got married, Wayne would keep a close eye on them. Would both she and Spencer be able to stand that?

At midnight The sudden noise coming from the living room forced Fiona out of her sleep.

She bolted upright in fear. How could anyone be out in the living room when she'd made sure to lock up tight before she'd gone to sleep? Was it a thief? A robber?

The heavy footsteps slowly approached her bedroom.

In the dark, Fiona could hear her heart beating at a crescendo. An idea occurred to her, and she immediately lay back in the bed, pretending she was asleep.

A thief wouldn't try to approach her.

The sound of a click warned her that someone opened her bedroom door. A glimmer of light appeared from the gap, hitting Fiona's eyes. Her eyelids couldn't help but jump up. Her entire body breaking into a cold sweat.

For a moment, there was no other sound except that of two people breathing. Fiona could feel the gaze of whoever had entered fixed on her.

"Fiona, are you asleep?"

A familiar male voice sounded in the quiet room. It was Spencer! Her eyes shot open and she turned to look at the man standing at the door.

"Spencer?" Fiona quickly sat up with her hands on the bed. She wasn't sure if she was more relieved or surprised to see him. "You scared me to death."

"Sorry, it's me." The clothes he wore were dirty, wrinkled, and crusted in mud. His voice even sounded hoarse.

"You're back?" Turning on the lights in the room, Fiona was finally able to look into Spencer's face. It had been a month since they'd last seen one another. His skin seemed more tan, and he looked thinner. His face had become more angular.

With one hand propped against the door frame, he announced, "I'm hungry." His voice sounded tired and barely recognizable.

Hungry?

Taking a step forward, Fiona continued, "But why are you here? What am I supposed to do about that?"

Spencer looked at Fiona. She stood there in a sheer nightgown, its hemline resting just above her knees. His eyes raked over the soft hair that hung over her shoulders, her slender neck, delicate clavicles, to her slender legs. Even with the cute bear on her nightgown, he still found her enticing.

"Ahem!" He then looked away with a frown. "Grandpa drove me here. Since I'm hungry, you have to cook for me!"

"Grandpa sent you here?

Why would he decide that so suddenly?" Feeling both confused and helpless, Fiona took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was past midnight.

The corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk. Looking at Fiona, he asked, "Do you know what he said?"

Fiona shook her head.

"He said that you promised him a great-grandson," said Spencer his smile growing bigger. "That was probably why he was so impatient to get me here."

"You..." Her face turned scarlet, she floundered as she tried to explain, "You know I didn't mean that! Before you left, you told me to do everything I could to make him happy, so I..."

"How would I know? For all I knew you could have changed your mind." With a charming smile on his face, Spencer continued, "You know I'd be happy to lend you a hand and help make that happen."

Even after a month's absence, he was still just as shameless as before.

Fiona stared at him angrily. "Don't say that again. I'm not going to have a baby. Go away!"

"You haven't made me food yet." Spencer took a step back. "I'm going to take a shower first. You can take that time to make me dinner."

How could he so brazenly boss her around like that?

"Did you hear me?" Spencer asked when he didn't get a response.

Fiona spread out her hands. "I don't have anything here for you. I only have my own clothes and necessities. Are you sure you want to take a bath here?"

As soon as she was done speaking, she took note of the smug smile forming on his face. With a raised brow, he pointed at the bag by the door. "Guess what's in there?"

She looked at the bag with a frown. "What?"

"My clothes and daily necessities." He turned around and walked to the bag. "Grandpa has already made up his mind. He had all my belongings packed up and gave me the key to this apartment. So, here I am. No need to worry about me, I have everything I need."

No wonder he knew where she lived! That was how he'd managed to walk in so easily.

Seeing Spencer sift through the luggage for something to wear, Fiona scowled at his back. "Do you really want to stay here?"

"Do I have any other choice?" he asked with a shrug. "I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow right about now. You better prepare all my meals now that I'm staying here." After that, he swaggered into the bathroom.

Fiona stood still and let out a long and exasperated sigh. Things were getting out of her control.

Spencer flashed a wicked grin as he showered. He found his grandfather's idea quite genius. Fiona would end up doing all of his cooking and laundry. It would be far better than staying at the Cheng family residence.

A pleasant aroma wafted from the kitchen. He could smell it the second he was done with his shower as he headed to the source. He dried his hair with a towel on his way to the kitchen. He was surprised to see Fiona in motion as she got everything ready.

As soon as Fiona turned around, she froze at the sight of him. He had a bath towel around his neck, and his hair was half wet. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, clinging to his incredible figure. He looked more relaxed and casual than usual, but his dark and charming eyes were not relaxed at all. He was staring at her.

"Dinner is ready." With one last look at him, she quickly turned back to what she was doing, trying to control her rapid heartbeats.

Spencer didn't say anything, but went to the table and sat down. Looking at the table full of delicate dishes, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Enjoy your meal. I'm going to go take a rest." The second she was done speaking, she started to leave.

"Wait! I will sleep in the bedroom next to yours. Go and ready the bed and hang my clothes in the wardrobe. As for the dirty clothes in the bathroom, it's up to you whether to wash them or not. Once you're done, come out and have dinner with me."

Fiona's mouth hung open at the ridiculous announcement. "Who do you think you are, Spencer?"

He kept eating without looking up. "Why are you asking me that? I would really rather not use force against you, okay?"

"But..."

He raised his head suddenly and studied her carefully. "You have to learn to get used to it, Fiona."

"Get used to it? Get used to what exactly?"

"Get used to us living together. Since you promised to marry me, we have to live together. So, from now on, there is no need to avoid me."

Fiona slumped her shoulders and asked in anxiously, "What should we from now on?"

"Well, we can just have a baby like Grandpa wants." He gave her a sinister smile.

"No way!" Her eyes widened in horror. Instead of fighting back, she grabbed his things. "I'll go unpack up your things." Then she rushed to the door of the bedroom he'd be staying in.

Looking at her back, Spencer suddenly lost all sense of taste of the food in his mouth. The smile on the lips disappeared, and his eyes became stormy.