Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

The sun began to show its light after the long night turned to morning. Its warm glow descended through the window of the rickety boarding house that was starting to rust and warmed their faces as they were hugging each other.

Lisa seemed still fast asleep on Oscar's sturdy arm, enjoying the softness and a sense of security and comfort next to the blonde man. A gentle breeze blew from outside the window, gently brushing the surface of Lisa's flawless skin. The gust of wind made her more comfortable, so she was reluctant to get out of bed.

Along with rising sunlight that fell on the faces of the two lovebirds, Lisa slowly opened her eyelids and stared at Oscar's handsome face, who also happened to wake up from a deep sleep. The man stared back into Lisa's eyes and smiled.

"Morning dear," Oscar said softly as he landed a kiss on Lisa's forehead.

"Uh, don't kiss me! I haven't showered yet!" Lisa said, a little annoyed. She brushed the man's face away from her.

"I don't care anyway, I love you the way you are, even if you haven't showered," Oscar  replied with a smile.

The man's deep voice sounded unusually soft. Since he walked into Lisa's life for this second chance, he began to show a softer side that Lisa never expected. His voice was like music sung by angels from heaven, flowing softly and beautifully, making Lisa feel even more melted and comfortable.

Lisa stroked Oscar's cheek gently in return. "What do you want for breakfast today?" She asked softly.

"I want you," Oscar replied curtly. A mischievous smile painted on his handsome face that was basking in sunshine.

Hearing the words just now, Lisa jokingly pinched the man's sharp nose. "Uh, it's still early! I've got to make breakfast after this," She said as she got out of bed. 

The man immediately grabbed Lisa's arm and said, "I'll do the cooking today. I want to spoil my future wife," he replied.

While waiting for Oscar to finish cooking, Lisa immediately took a shower and then changed her clothes. Today was Sunday, they both had the whole day to spend alone without the need to think about their work or co-workers.

Ten minutes later, the morning meal was already served on the table in the living room. Lisa could smell the signature fried sausage and toast. She immediately rushed into the living room and sat down, then took the bread and fried sausages that had been served.

"Lisa, I want you to pack all your stuff. We'll go home this afternoon," Oscar said suddenly. The man then hurriedly chewed the bread and fried sausages.

Hearing Oscar's words just now tickled Lisa's curiosity. Not only that, she was also amazed. "What do you mean we go home? This is where I live, right? We're at home, Oscar,"

"Aren't you tired of living in this rickety old house? Look, even the walls are peeling and moldy. The smell of this house is just like a moldy wardrobe! I can't let you continue to live in this pathetic place," Oscar replied, his tone rising a little.

Lisa paused for a moment to think. Where would Oscar take her? Then within seconds she began to remember something.

"Oscar, don't tell me you want to take me back to your house? You know we're not officially married yet so I can't stay at your house," Lisa said doubtfully.

Oscar put down his cutlery and looked at Lisa. His brows were furrowed. "Then where do you think my house is? You think I can continue living in this ugly and pathetic house?"

"But... There are not many people here so no one will suspect us as a couple who are not married but live under the same roof" Lisa replied, insisting that she did not want to move.

"Lisa, take it easy! I will guarantee you won't be bothered by the paparazzi or anyone in my house!" Oscar said, trying his hardest in convincing Lisa that she would move and live together in his old house.

"Hey, you promised me you would marry me soon. Don't try to break that promise, Oscar!" Lisa held her fork in front of Oscar's face as if she was ready to stab the man's face at any moment.

Oscar brushed Lisa's fork from his face. He frowned and replied, "I promised to marry you as soon as possible! That's why I have to take you home. I don't want to hide this from my mother anymore! She must know that I will marry you again Lisa," he explained without hesitation.

'Your mom, huh?' Lisa thought. For a moment her memory replayed the time when she first met her mother-in-law, Greta Petersson. A beautiful and authoritative middle-aged European woman. It's a shame that the middle-aged woman was very arrogant and looked down on local people. Even Clara, who was highly educated and born into a family with high social status, was looked down upon by Greta, so let alone Lisa.

Lisa lowered her head, trying to take those unpleasant memories from her mind. She lifted her head back and blinked.

"What's wrong with you?" Oscar asked after seeing Lisa's strange behavior. The man clicked his fingers in front of her face. 

"Eh! Sorry, I was daydreaming," Lisa  replied.

"Immediately pack your things then. Dani will come to pick you up and help carry the remaining items that need to be brought later in the afternoon," Oscar said firmly. He sounded very earnest.

***

When morning turned to evening, Lisa called the landlady and paid all the unpaid boarding fees. She also told her that today was her last day she lived in that rickety old house.

In just two hours, Lisa finished packing her things. Fortunately, she didn't have many things with her since she lived in a separated house from her mother. 

Dani was ready in front of Lisa's boarding house, helping the woman carry some of her heavy belongings. 

Lisa locked all doors including the gate. Before she got into the car and left for Oscar's house, she turned around in silence and stared at the old building which looked very sad.

The woman stared at the building for a long time as if she were saying goodbye to the rickety, lifeless house. It had been two years since she lived in that rickety boarding house, she has lots of memories in it. Without realizing it, Lisa began to shed tears from the corners of her eyes which were starting to become dark.

Soon, she turned around and got into the car.

***

The black Alphard had arrived at the gate of Oscar's luxurious residence. Lisa's memory began to go back to her past, when she was still Oscar's wife because of a trial marriage. The memory stabbed her heart like a spear, making a gaping hole in her chest. She immediately blinked, taking away the discomfort from her heart.

On her first day back to the house she used to live in, Lisa felt very uncomfortable. The simple furniture that she had seen had not changed apparently. The wall was still white without stains. Nothing had changed from that house, but what had changed was Lisa's feelings for Oscar.

That night, Lisa couldn't sleep in the room she had lived in. She turned over many times, feeling restless.

Seeing the woman look so agitated, Oscar began to feel worried. The man touched Lisa's shoulder gently then said, "What's wrong, Lisa? Can't you sleep?"

"How can I sleep in a place that used to leave deep scars in my heart?" Lisa replied.

"But… Didn't we agree to leave it all in the past?"

"Yes, but it's not what I imagined! I think this house has given me a deep trauma Oscar," Lisa said again. She sighed as she curled up.

"Okay then, I'll change the appearance of our room to make you comfortable, how about that?" Oscar asked, trying to calm the woman.

"But that won't change anything, Oscar! Trauma can't be healed in a short time just by simply changing the appearance of this room!"

Oscar put his arm around Lisa's body, bringing her closer. He kissed Lisa's forehead then whispered, "Trust me, you will be comfortable living here...."