Soon after Auntie left, and I was left alone with my thoughts once again. Despite what I said to reassure Auntie, I had no intention to talk to Hayden about anything. If he didn’t want to get involved, then I wouldn’t force him. I looked down at the business card that Auntie had given to me as I made up my mind to just leave everything to the organizers.


    I wasn’t a picky person and if Hayden didn’t want to have a say in anything, then I might as well justpletely outsource my problems. The organizer can help pick my wedding dress as well for all that I cared. The only request is for it to have noce orces that doesn’t make my skin itch when I start to sweat.


    With that decided, I put the business card away with the intention to call the woman first thing early tomorrow morning. Suddenly, the door to my living room opened with a loud bang. No knocking before entering. It’s got to be Hayden and no one else.


    "Why didn’t youe eat dinner?" he asked as he came to stand right in front of me.


    His blue eyes glowered down at me from above and his eyes resembled blue mes that burnt brightly. Blue mes were hotter than their orange or red counterparts…by the way…


    Which just means that he’s scarier when angrypared to the other guys.


    "I wasn’t hungry…" I said honestly.


    The other part that I didn’t want to mention was the fact that I didn’t particrly want to have dinner with him. I was sick of his single line responses, and I no longer had the energy to urge him into doing anything. That was it.


    "How many times do I need to tell you this? It doesn’t matter if you’re hungry or not, you will eat your meals on time," Hayden said through gritted teeth.


    "I’ll eat my dinner here. I’ll get Auntie to bring it over," I replied emotionlessly.


    If Hayden realized the hidden message that I wanted to be alone right now, hepletely ignored it and sat down right next to me on the sofa. I took in a deep breath and held it as I tried to control my urge to roll my eyes inpletely exhaustion.


    "Why are you sulking here all alone?" he asked as he turned sideways to stare at my face.


    "I’m not sulking although I do prefer to be alone," I replied.


    "You are sulking. I’ll get Auntie and the maids to bring dinner over here," Hayden said with a slight shake of his head.


    "Haven’t you had dinner already?" I asked.


    "Because of a certain someone not turning up, I haven’t eaten either," Hayden replied curtly.


    "Aha…" I murmured.


    Why does he have to make it sound like this was all my fault?


    Hayden took out his phone and typed a short message that was probably sent to Auntie before he put his phone down on the coffee table in front of us.


    "I just sent you an email. Have a look," Hayden said passively.


    He sent me an email? Of what?


    I reached out and grabbed my phone to check the email from Hayden. True to his words, he sent me an email around ten minutes ago. I clicked to open it and there was a file attached. A presentation file.


    "I thought the organizer that organized the weddingst time did a lousy job. Although it was probably a rushed job back then but our wedding, this time around is also a rushed job. I doubt that she’ll do any better," Hayden began exining.


    Wait a second…


    "How do you know that the weddingst time was bad? You were so drunk; you probably didn’t remember a thing…" I asked in confusion.


    "Photos, Malissa. You might not have seen them but loads of photos were taken of every single detail of that day. The organizers hired photographers…not surprisingly…" Hayden readily exined.


    "Oh…I see…" I mumbled in understanding.


    So, does that mean that Hayden dug up those photos and then realized that he didn’t like how the wedding was organized thest time?


    "I sent you a file of some leading wedding organizers. You can choose which one you want to work with," Hayden said casually.


    I clicked to open the file on my phone and true to his words the file was filled with profiles, portfolios, and information of leading wedding organizers. This was truly unexpected, and I never thought that Hayden would do something like this when he acted like he didn’t care about our wedding at all.


    "Thank you…Hayden…" I whispered softly.


    Maybe he does care a little in his own way? Putting together a wedding that would satisfy the expectations of the boss in around a week’s time probably wasn’t something that I could realistically do alone. On top of that, I didn’t have any experience in organizing weddings. No matter how one might look at it, hiring an organizer that is trustworthy was probably the right and logical thing to do.


    "Umm…if you’re free, should we go pick out our outfit for our wedding day?" I asked in a small shy voice.


    I wasn’t sure if I was pushing my luck or not, but a small flower of hope had started blooming in my chest. Perhaps, Hayden woulde with me and help me pick out my wedding dress. I would be fine with anything as long as he likes it.


    "Let’s go tomorrow," Hayden replied curtly.


    "Really?" I asked as I turned to face him.


    "Why do you have to look so surprised?" he asked with hint of annoyance.


    "Well, I thought you wouldn’t want to go with me…" I mumbled.


    "But you want me to go with you, right?" Hayden asked.


    I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.


    "Yes…I do…" I replied with a nod of my head.


    "Then I’ll go with you. Do you even have any idea which boutique you want to go to?" Hayden asked as he grinned at me.


    He got me again. I had absolutely no idea…


    "I guess not. You should have been doing research instead of just sulking in your room…" Haydenined half-jokingly.


    --To be continued…