The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

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“It’s nothing, really.” I was still trying to convince Caramel not to call a doctor for me. “It’s normal,” I added.

“You never told me you had any form of illness,” Caramel said as he placed his meal in his mouth.

Since I woke up, he has been talking about taking me to the hospital to get checked and ensure all was well with me. He claimed I was running a temperature, sweating, and groaning, too. From my knowledge, that was normal.

“I don’t have any illness,” I told him.

“Then you see a doctor tomorrow,” Caramel said, and he no longer looked at me, which meant he did not want to discuss it further.

“There is nothing wrong with going for a check-up, child. It will ensure your well-being,” Delilah said.

I concentrated on my food and left first with an apple in hand. If they would not listen, then it was fine. It would just be a waste of money if they went ahead with the test. I knew I reacted that way. In fact, Mum usually was the one beside my bed whenever that happened, but this time it was Caramel.

Once inside my room, I swiftly glanced over my collection of clothes, seeking out the ideal dress to accompany Delilah and Rose to the newly mentioned boutique that they had kept secret until the last minute. I laughed, remembering how it happened. She was an excellent actress.

I took out a dress and walked to the mirror to have a look at how best it fit me. Then I placed it on my bed and was about to head back into my walk-in closet when Caramel walked into the room. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“It’s actually for tomorrow. Rose would take us to the new boutique she talked about,” I said with a smile, then turned around to get to the closet.

“You won’t go,” Caramel said.

I frowned, turning to face him. “Why?”

“You are not well.”

“I told you, I am. Do I look sick to you?”

“You did. You looked really pale, and it worried me. I couldn’t even sleep. You might seem fine, but you need to at least ensure you are better. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, I can ask the doctor to come here.” He sounded worried.

I walked closer to him and he quickly wrapped his hand around my waist. “I assure you that nothing is wrong with me. My body reacts that way when I don’t take a particular drug,” I explained.

“What drug?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It was a drug all of us took while at home, and Mum said it was not for anything serious. It says it’s a supplement drug, so we don’t fall sick,” I explained.

“And how many times have you run a check-up after that?” he questioned.

“A lot because of school protocols. My test always comes out squeaky clean,” I proudly told him.

“Well, take another one today or you won’t go,” he said.

But that would not stop me. It was not like I wanted to go, anyway. I took the dress and placed it back in my wardrobe. He walked out of the room and I rolled my eyes at him. He was being so dramatic. What if I was really sick? I doubt I’ll be allowed to walk on my own.

Hours went by and I felt like going out somewhere. I literally had nothing to do in the entire mansion. The books can get boring sometimes. I stepped out of the room and knocked at Caramel’s study. “Come in,” his deep voice told me.

I walked into the room, he raised his head and the moment he spotted me, he smiled. “Have I been gone for a long time?” he asked as I walked over to him.

I hummed in affirmation. He gave me his hand, which I took before he led me around the table and onto his lap. “Need me for anything?” he asked.

I nodded. “I’m bored, and I was thinking we could go out to have some fun.”

His eyes dropped to my neck, and he kissed it. The next minute, his lips were on mine. He carried me off his lap and made me sit on the table as he deepened our kiss. He held my ass, pulling me closer. Just when I was getting sunk in it, he pulled away.

I did not hide my dissatisfaction. “I’ll be done with these and I’ll take you out,” he said.

“Why did you stop?” I asked.

“You aren’t well.”

“I told you I am-”

He interrupted. “We can’t know for sure since you don’t want to get a test done.”

“So you will not touch me until I get the test done?” I asked.

“You need to be in full health first.”

I can’t imagine this man. In anger, I came off the table and walked out of the room. Something he was not meant to worry about, he was making a big deal out of it. I knew he was joking. He could not be serious, right? I asked myself. However, I was proved wrong. He would touch me but would not go further, even after making me want it.

“Fine, I’ll go get the check-up,” I caved.

I could not keep this up. He was literally torturing me for it. First thing in the morning, the doctor was in the mansion and began my check-up. Once he was done, he took my blood for further testing. “So far, there is nothing wrong with her, but I’ll run some further tests on her blood to be certain,” the doctor told him.

It took a lot from me not to tell him ‘I told you so.’ Once the doctor left, I quickly put on my dress and did light makeup before heading out to meet up with Delilah. Since I was confirmed not to be sick, he saw no reason to keep me home, and I had an opportunity to leave the mansion and do something aside from eating, reading, sleeping, and then repeating the process.

Indeed, there was a boutique new to town. I did not think it was true since Rose only said that to cover up her act. Delilah was very delicate while she picked out what she wanted. I saw a dress I loved and tried it on. I stepped out of the dressing room to ask for their opinion on what they thought. Actually, just Delilah, but before she could speak, Rose said, “That looks terrible on you.”

“Really? I thought it was really nice,” I told her.

“You look obese in it,” Rose said.

I turned to Delilah. “Does it look bad?”

“You can buy it, dear. It fits you well,” Delilah said, which made me smile.

Most of the time, Rose would make snappy remarks either about my looks or anything that she could liken to me that would make me upset. I tried as much as possible to ignore her, but she was relentless. I got a breather when she needed to try out a dress.

“Don’t take her words to heart,” Delilah told me, noticing my gloomy expression.

I nodded, but she smiled. “It is my fault. I made her believe she could be with my son, and now she does not want to back down, even though she knows you are now his chosen mate.” I could feel the disappointment in her voice.

“I understand,” I assured her.

“Don’t bother about her. I’ll set her straight when I’m ready. Right now, she is water in a glass, thinking she is an ocean,” Delilah smiled.

We could not spend much time in the boutique as Rose was unbearable and made the shopping feel like a chore. A few distances before we got to the mansion, Delilah and Rose dropped off. “You can go, child. We’ll be back soon,” Delilah told me, and I stroked a nod.

The moment I got into my room, I went into the bathroom to wash off all the dust from my body. Immediately, the water touched my body, I felt relaxed and just as I was about to sink in; I felt a hand around my waist.