A Naive Bride for the Sophisticated CEO novel Chapter 52

“Ermm, Patricia, can we start with the makeup now?” James asked, pushing her off him slowly.

“Ohh… yes. Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to..”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go straight to business. Time is fast spent already.”

Patricia moved away from him and reached for her large bag. She pulled out her large makeup box from it and placed it on the table.

She opened it and began to look for the shades to use for James. As she got prepared, Amelia walked in again.

She had two cups in her hands, one had coffee and the other had warm tea.

“Mr. James, I’m back.” She said with a large smile, and James looked at her and grinned.

“Welcome back.” He responded as Amelia stretched the cup of tea to him.

“Coffee?” He asked, and she shook her head and chuckled.

“I know you don’t drink coffee, okay? I wanted to say tea, but coffee fell out of my mouth instead.”

James giggled and took a sip from the cup. He closed his eyes and a wide smile curved up his lips.

“I love it! Thank you.”

Amelia nodded and leaned closer. She planted a kiss on his cheek and looked up to see the makeup artist staring at them.

“Ohh… I’m sorry. I’ll let you work now.” Amelia said and stepped aside.

She found another chair in the room and picked it up. She moved closer to where James sat and sat next to him. She began to watch and sip her coffee at the same time.

Patricia pulled her chair closer to James and started off by cleaning his face with a dry wiper.

As she cleaned his face, she took glances at Amelia. She wondered who she was to James.

After a few minutes, the room became too silent and this made Patricia super uncomfortable. She wanted to know more about her first love.

“Tell me James, how have you been?” She began a conversation.

“I have been surviving. And you?” He asked, and she chuckled.

“Been surviving too. Since I left Alabama. My life has changed drastically. I wish I never left.” She muttered sadly.

‘Do they know each other?’ Amelia furrowed their brows as she listened to their conversation.

“Mr. James, do you know her?” Amelia asked, and James looked at her.

“Yes. She is an old friend of mine. We went to high school and college together. But she left Alabama in her second year.”

“Oh really? That’s nice.”

“Yes. I am Patricia.” Patricia said with a smile.

“Mrs. Parker.” Amelia responded.

The smile on Patricia’s face slowly faded away after hearing Amelia’s response. She bounced her head and looked at James’ finger to confirm.

Then she found the ring on his finger. She looked at Amelia’s left fingers and also found the ring.

‘He is married!!’ She yelled in her head.

“Wow. You got married.” Patricia uttered, and James bounced his head.

“Yes, I got married. And you?”

“Errmm…” She lowered her head and heaved a sigh. She raised her head with a feeble smile and looked at James’ face again.

“Divorced.” She mumbled.

“I’m sorry.” James replied, and she shook her head.

“It’s okay. You had no idea about it.”

They stared at each other, and James gulped hard. He looked away and caught Amelia staring at them.

‘Why do I feel these two aren’t just friends? Why are they staring at themselves like that?’ She thought.

She saw James staring at her and shot him a deadly glare. James swallowed and slowly smiled.

He looked away uncomfortably, understanding fully why Amelia glared at him.

*

Patricia finished James’ makeover and they headed to the studio for the photo shoot.

While it was on, Patricia had to constantly rearrange his air while her hand. As she did this, they both laughed as they looked at each other.

Amelie who watched from the background began to grow very angry.

‘Why does he look like he is enjoying the way she is touching him? I feel there is more to the story.’

Patricia left the stage and walked to where Amelia stood.

“Hi Amelia, do you think we should change his hairstyle after this shoot? Mullet would look very cool on him, what do you think?” She asked, locking her eyes on James.

“Mullet would be nice on him.” Amelia responded and looked ar Patricia.

“Great. I’ll do that.”

After their short conversation, silence set in. Amelia kept staring at Patricia, she thought of the best way to ask what was going on between James and her.

“Patricia, you are an old friend of James, right? How was he in high school?”

Patricia looked at Amelia and chuckled. “Ahh…” She exhaled.