The Last Ceo’s Deal

CHAPTER 35.

Christine’s Pov.

“Not bad, it looks good on you.” He said and I bit my lips in amusement.

Just good? Good? This gown looks ravishing on me that my heart literally aches, I look like a fairy princess waiting for her charming prince. It’s just unfortunate that I will be wearing this for a monster.

For once in my life I wish to get married to the one I truly love, to the one who loves me and will cherish me as his but I’m amazed at how my fate twisted. I’m stuck with this arrogant jerk.

“Are you always like this?”

“How”

“Crybaby.” I glare at him.

“I just said the gown looks good on you and you’re spilling tears, I thought you were a strong girl.. I can’t believe I’m getting married to a weak lamb.” I gritted in anger as he called me that.

“Don’t call me that!!”

Such a name isn’t meant to spew out from his dangerous lips. Lambs are the most fragile and purest creatures to exist. Even if I were to act like a Lamb, he’s not fit to call me that!

“Why?”

“Can you just stop asking me silly questions?” I yelled.

“Are you crazy?” He stood up and I swallowed, I pissed him off again! I should have just maintained my cool. I wonder what made me so angry in the first place.

“Why are you yelling at me? I have the right to ask you any type of question I want so why are you being fiesty?”

“I want to take this gown off Fanuel.”

“Huh? You don’t like it?”

“I’m tired of wearing this! It’s a painful reminder that I’m getting married to you!!”

“What? If you don’t like the gown, I can order another one of your choice.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He said so innocently that I glared at him confusingly.

What’s this? Why does he care whether I like the gown or not? I expected him to rile up as usual and taunt it all over my face that I’m stuck to him because of dad and here he is staring at me in a way that gives me chills.

He carried his phone and made a call to Sherry, threatening her to bring a new gown before the sun went down and I gasped in surprise.

He stared at my expression and shook his head.

“What’s wrong with you?!

“No, what’s wrong with you!! Why will you order another gown when I’m not yet over with this one.”

He scoffed.

“I dislike daft ladies so much, so you better stop with this attitude of yours before I hit you. I’m seriously restraining myself so don’t push me!!”

“Why are you restraining yourself from expressing how irresponsible you are for hitting a woman?”

“I wouldn’t want your pretty face to be bruised for our wedding tomorrow, I’d rather have a little patience and wait until it’s over.” My heart thumped heavily when he said that.

This guy was going to beat me blue and black after the wedding. I’m getting married to a keeper of hell, my life will be blazing hot.

I felt tears burning at the sides of my eyes as I kept my mouth shut. I rather behave so I don’t double my punishment after the wedding.

“Gosh! See?”

“What”. I whip my head to look at him.

“You’re crying again, must you believe every shit someone tells you?”

I kept mute. If I answer this man, I will be forced to break him with my words.

He sighed and sat down on the couch facing the King sized four setter bed.

“You’re very confusing Christine, I thought you didn’t like the gown. I had to change it so that you won’t tell the paparazzi that your husband forced you to wear it.”

I cringe when he said that ‘husband’

He wouldn’t even wait until tomorrow, he’s already parading himself as one, he’s so cocky.. gosh!

“I love the gown ” I finally said and he smirked.

“And I don’t want a replacement.”

“Sure, I know you would love it. I have a better taste in fashion than anyone else.” He brags and I roll my eyes.

“I will call one of the maids to take this off”

I told him and he smiled approvingly.

“Of course, as long as I already had my view of what you look like in the dress”

I gathered the heavy lacy material on my hand as I moved to the living room.

“Wait!!” He stopped me and I turned to look at him. His countenance changed and I wonder what I did this time around.

He looked at the dress very seriously as if to carry out some research on it that will pay him millions of dollars as he approached me.

“I will take it off.” I gasped in horror and shifted backwards.

“What? I want to just take the zipper off and untie the laces myself.”

Gosh! How can he say that so easily? Why would he even think of doing that? This man is not just crazy but a pervert also.

I shift away from him and turn my back towards the living room when he grabs my hands.

“Let go Fanuel, are you out of your mind? We haven’t even gotten married yet and you’re already acting like a pervert.”

“Why? By trying to do things myself?”

He didn’t bat an eyelid with me as he was very serious.

“Your brother mocked me for never doing things on my own, he expressed that my men do almost everything for me and I will definitely prove him wrong. That’s a lie, so just stay, let me untie the laces and undo the zipper.” I gasped in shock and I laughed.

I can’t believe this!! A whole Fanuel taking things to heart. When did words start affecting him and how can he say those words loosely? When I’m already getting affected by it, when he’s so fucking cute looking serious and telling me he wants to undress me.. I’m already going insane with such words.

“I get your point now but this is not the way Fanuel, this one is for ladies or C.. c.. couples that have already gotten married.” My cheeks burn at that statement.

“So I’m going to wait till we get married tomorrow before I can untie the laces and zip?”

What is Fanuel doing to me!! He should stop saying those things, I’m already imagining nonsense in my head, how can he unzip my dress without me fainting?

“Fanuel, what my brother meant by that was that you don’t do anything by yourself, you don’t drive, wash, cook, sweep, wear clothes or shoes, or make anything for yourself. You literally give orders to your men and maids and they do all that for you” He stared at me deeply when I said that and pinched his brows.

This Fanuel right now looked like an innocent confused model, so calm and cute.

“But I’m the fucking billionaire, I can’t do all those shit…I rather pay them to do it for me”

“Exactly, that’s what my brother was trying to say! You let everyone do things for you that you end up not knowing about, you’re totally ignorant of everything and that’s what makes those who do these things stronger than you. Do you ever let anyone do your work for you in the company?”

“hmmm…. I hire some worker”

“But you’re the one in charge, does anyone control the hiring, signing and making of finance in the company?” His eyes shoot up.

“No fucking way!”

“That’s it, you won’t let anyone do that so they won’t end up knowing everything and getting stronger than you.”

I told him and he sighed, I don’t even know why I’m explaining all of these to him…but I’m Only imagining Fanuel Hudson doing things on his own, it would be an exhilarating sight to behold.

“Fine, come here. I’m undoing the dress myself and I’m not calling any maids to help you”

He said with finality and I stared at him in shock.