My Emotionless Goddess

Justin’s words somehow calmed Miranda although she had this gnawing feeling that something was bound to happen tomorrow. She didn’t know whether it was positive or negative but she was not the one to let her fears cloud her reasoning. She wasn’t a weakling either and could take any shit the world threw at her.

Justin also had a Long night. He didn’t know what to think of the dragon Mark engraved on the pillar at the entrance of the Lambert Villa. He could understand the similarities between the two houses as one being a copycat of the other. Alternatively, the designer could have been one and the same person but that dragon Mark brought question marks. A dragon was a symbol of royalism. It was the symbol of the protector of the crown in their country. He wondered what could be the hidden relationship between the Lambert family and the royal family.

The Lambert family was known as business people in the country who always maintained a low profile. They had no entanglements nor relationship with the ruling family. You couldn’t imagine the shock he had when he saw that Mark. He had speculated that maybe the Lambert family was the mysterious crown protector but dumped that thought immediately. The Lambert family did not have a single direct descendant male so how could they be the protectors of the crown? It was simply unbelievable.

He also had something fishy at the ancestral hall of the Lambert family. The man introduced as Miranda’s grandfather resembled his late Master but he was damn sure that Austin Lambert was not his name. He wondered whether two people could look exactly the same if they weren’t identical twins. He was almost convinced that that man and his master were one and the same person despite the different names until he looked at the date of death. It was one year earlier than the death of his master, making him more confused.

Despite his confusion and numerous questions, Justin decided to remain mum about it. He wouldn’t risk his relationship with Miranda to satisfy his curiosity. He also knew that investigating Miranda Once again was uncalled for. He trusted her, blindly. He could even use his life to swear on her words. He was never one to trust people easily especially considering his identity, but for some inexplicable reasons, he felt safe and protected around her, absurd right? But that’s how he felt. He decided to let nature take its course. Miranda was not a bad person, he believed that ànd that alone was enough to cover his heart with peace. He knew that she would eventually open up to him when the right time came. Even if that time never comes, he was okay with it nevertheless. As long as she loved him, nothing else mattered.

Miranda woke up earlier than normal the following day. That nagging and unsettling feeling still ploughed her brains. She decided to go exercise and try to blow some steam and probably get rid of that negative vibe off her system. She would have opted for training on normal days but she was sure now was not a good time to practise. She would lose her composure or become agitated amidst sparring and she could end up hurting someone, Justin’s security detail in this case.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

After an hour of running on the treadmill, Miranda finally felt better. Her earlier tensed up muscles were already relaxed. She then proceeded to the punching bag to vent and did that until she was finally calm. It was already six when Miranda stepped out of the inbuilt gym. She went back to her room to take a bath because she was smelling. They would be having lunch with Justin’s family so she expected they would Set off by ten in the morning.

As usual, Justin had woken up and prepared breakfast for them. Miranda couldn’t get used to these sweet little gestures. Her heart overflowed with gratitude.

” Good morning my queen, you look radiant and glowing today.” Justin said, moving to kiss her lips . He would always make sure to kiss her a good morning kiss everyday ever since they started dating

” Good morning handsome, you don’t pale in looks either.” Miranda replied back with a smile. After interacting with Justin for the past months, Miranda learnt alot about conversation rules. She’s no longer awkward as before and can still manage to hold a conversation for a few minutes, something she couldn’t do in the past. ” Have a seat, I prepared your favourites.” Justin said, pulling a chair for her to sit.

She said her thankyou and turned her attention to the food before her. David wasn’t kidding when he said he made her her favourite. On the table were pancakes sprinkled with strawberry jam and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. A chocolate cake ofcourse did not fail to grace his preparations. Nothing made Justin happy like cooking for his wife. Watching her look at the food with sparkling and worshipping eyes, he couldn’t be shy happier.

” Come on, dig in.. we have a journey to embark on.” Justin said and joined her on the table. After the meal, Miranda offered to do the dishes. Justin had taught her how to do that using the dishwasher and by luck, she understood that. Miranda saw it necessary to assist Justin with doing the dishes m since she was a terrible Cook, she could render her help this way.

Hours later, the couple left the house heading to Justin’s home. Miranda had already prepared several gifts for the family. Justin had been against that idea saying it was unnecessary but Miranda turned a blind eye to his words. Growing up, she w taught that visiting empty handed was a show of disrespect. It was also her first time visiting his parents so she had to maintain the image of the perfect daughter in law. Miranda could only shake her head to her sudden change. Since when did she ever need approval from other people? She was always in control of everything and that’s how age liked things. But here she was trying to do everything to impress her future in-laws. They say that first impressions last and she wanted her first impression to be perfect. What she didn’t know was that all this was not necessary. Her inlaw knew her from her diaper days.