Liam's POV.
I got out of my room as soon as I got in, she was still standing there, her fingers picking at the skin of her other arm.
I clenched my jaw watching her body tense as each minute passed by, she looked a little hurt, not that I cared.
She signed the contract, didn't she?She chose this for herself.
She would soon seek a divorce if this goes on. That is better, a divorce.
But there was something in the way she was staring at me with those big brown eyes.
I drew in a deep breath trying to compose my emotions, ''What are you doing here?'' I asked even though I knew the answer.
I watched as she slightly relaxed under the soft light, ''The contract, that we signed? Mr Jones, he showed me around, I assume I share this house with you for a year?''
She was not asking, she was telling me sarcastically that she would be here for a year, this girl knew how to get on my nerves, ever since we were young.
I nodded my head raising my eyebrows to ease the tension in my head I replied, ''Yeah, right. But don't expect any changes in my lifestyle just because we are married and you are here, you can seek a divorce for all I care.''
''I wasn't expecting anything.'' Her voice grew louder at that part, fiery, she hadn't changed.
''Good.''
Saying that I shut the door going to my room again, leaning against the wall I muttered to myself, ''Right, This is how it is supposed to be, we were never meant to be anyways, so it's better to try my best to push her away.''
The next morning, I woke up with a sweet scent wafting around in my room, this was strange.
I sat up stretching my body as I looked at the clock, it just turned 7 in the morning, and Mr Jones would have already left.
'What is happening?'
I groaned as I twisted the knob of my door to be filled with an unexpected sight, the kitchen across the hall was bustling.
Madeline.
Madeline, flipping pancakes wearing a sky blue tee and pink shorts, her hair loosely tied in a braid.
I frowned at the sight, 'why did she look so comfortable here?'
But I couldn't tear my eyes off her as she hummed along to a tune.
'She has a sweet voice.'
I was disgusted at my own thoughts as I cleared my throat making her slightly jump and clutch her t-shirt.
''Heavens! I got scared for a moment.''
That was the most natural reaction I got out of her, her thoughts were always written on her face, so readable.
''What are you doing?'' I asked like an idiot as if I couldn't see that she was making pancakes.
She turned to fetch a plate with pancakes and sat on the dining table.
No.
Scratch that.
My dining table.
"Was cooking a minute ago, going to eat my breakfast now.''
I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying as the delicious pancakes tempted me, who taught her how to cook?
But her next words brought me back to reality, ''I didn't make anything for you, this is for me.''
I glared at her, the audacity to use the ingredients in my house and act this way.
But I had to act cool, ''I don't like sweets, I am on a diet, unlike you I have a body image to maintain.''
Madeline gasped, 'here it comes' I thought.
''Do you know how many people suffer from eating disorders because of people like you? Comments like these leave an impact-
I stopped her from her ramblings. ''Hey, you psychology major! Don't teach me all that, I was talking about myself, eat what you want and leave.''
She huffed, ''I was going to anyways!''
''Jerk.''
Though that was supposed to be a mutter, I heard that, Madeline Harlow just called me a jerk.
I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I heard that."
"Good. It was meant to be heard."
I narrowed my eyes at her reply. "You sure have a lot of guts for someone living in my house."
Madeline put her fork down and finally met my gaze, her brown eyes burning with a challenge. "Cry about it then, For a year, at least. Get used to it, husband."
The way she said husband was very sarcastic, I could feel my head feeling hotter as time passed by, this annoying brat.
I moved closer to her, watching as she continued eating like I wasn't standing right there. "You're getting comfortable, aren't you?"
She gulped the remaining food in her mouth before replying. "Why wouldn't I? I'm stuck here for a year, might as well enjoy my time."
I chuckled. "Enjoy? In a fake marriage with me? I doubt that."
"Yeah, it's not exactly a dream, but at least I get a dreamy kitchen filled with all sorts of ingredients."
She cut another piece of pancake as she ate she hummed dramatically. "Oh, wow! These are so good."
I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to rub it in."
She lifted a brow. "Rub what in?"
"The fact that you didn't make any for me,"
And those words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop.
Madeline let out a soft laugh. "Are you sulking?"
I scowled. "No." That might be a lie.
"You totally are," she took a fork full of pancake, shaking the fork in front my face. "Didn't you just say you don't like sweets?"
"I don't."
"Then why do you care?"
I had no response to that.
Madeline leaned forward slightly, her tone light. "You want some, don't you?"
"You're ridiculous."
Saying that I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took a big bite. "I have self-control," I muttered, chewing aggressively.
Madeline just shrugged, looking way too happy. "Suit yourself."
I hated how easily she got under my skin.
I hated how natural she looked sitting at my dining table.
And most of all, I hated how badly I wanted a bite of those stupid pancakes.