The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

The first day I slept with him he didn't have any nightmares. If having company made him comfortable why didn't he have a girlfriend to take care of him?
His life was very confusing and sad. I felt bad for every day he didn't sleep.
"Sarah! Do you have everything? We can't leave anything behind. I will kill you "
We were walking in a hurry to the airport. RJ has their own private jets but I have my own business and even though it was under RJ, I prefer not to use their things.
I can easily buy my own jet but I never had the interest to. So I took a seat in first class.
Sarah and some of my employees also sat near me.
We left for Munich and the flight was pretty long. I tried to sleep but all I could think about was my miserable life with a husband who ignores me. Only if things were better.
We landed in Germany and walked through the airport to the exit. As we were walking I saw Marcus and a few of his employees walking behind him in another terminal separated by glass.
I was quite shocked to see him because he wasn't supposed to be here this week. Did he follow me to apologize? But I quickly shoved away the weird thought blaming it on stupid romantic books
"What is he doing here?" I asked Sarah.
"Oh Mr. Anderson is here to check his new hotel I guess. It was opened a few months ago and has been doing pretty well"
I nodded my head as I remember him saying that he would be in Germany.
I raised my head to take a peek at him but he looked my way and our eyes met. His eyes held me for a brief second and then he looked away.
Suddenly a big fat scowl formed on my face. Bloody bugger.
"Ma'am you can see his hotel soon" Sarah told me as we walked side by side.
"How?"
"Because we will be staying there" Sarah chirped happily as it was the most excited thing she ever knew.
"Are you mad? Why did you book his hotel. Couldn't we have gone to any other?" I complained with my hands flying around.
"Ma'am he's your husband and that hotel has been doing very well. It is one of the most luxurious hotels in Munich"
Oh my husband. I scoffed.
As we got into the car the driver took as to the hotel. And to say dumbstruck wasn't a right word explain how I felt at the moment.
"Omg what is this? I asked surprised.
"His hotel ma'am." One of my employees answered me.
" Are you sure we can afford it?" I asked with an eye brow raised.
Suddenly I heard a few chuckles behind me and I turned around giving them a menacing glare. They quickly composed themselves but I could still see them trying to stifle their laughter.
I turned my head back to look at Marcus's hotel and I ran out of adjectives to describe it.
It had a huge pool as big as a city in the middle. The hotel was built around it. There was a bridge over the huge pool connecting the two buildings on either side giving off a renaissance vibe.
No wonder Empire group was best when it come to hotels. They understand guests very well but sadly their heir failed to understand simple human beings.
As I was busy with drooling at the hotel I saw Marcus getting out of a car and walking towards the entrance with his staff behind him.
I followed after a while not wanting to meet him again. After getting all my things I quickly got on the elevator and walked to my room.
I took the key card to open the door but from the corner of my eyes I saw someone with a familiar figure walking towards me. I glanced to my side and was shocked to see it was Marcus.
I thought he was coming to talk to me or yell at me to get out of his hotel but he slid a keycard and opened the door next to mine. I blinked deliberately trying to understand what just happened.
His room is next to mine?
Great. Why can't I ever get away from him? You are bound to him. The devil in my mind whispered wickedly.
He didn't even look at me as he walked inside and shut the door with a bang. I rolled my eyes at his attitude and went into my room.
The room was very luxurious with a glass wall overlooking the city. A massive bed was placed in the middle waiting for me to swim in it. Dim lights lit the room giving the walls a yellow yet an antique glow.
I have been to many luxurious hotels but Marcus's hard work really impressed me. I was feeling quite proud of him.
I quickly stopped my weird thoughts before I cringed in embarrassment. Feeling proud about a jerk who ignored me the entire week? I should probably see a psychiatrist.
His entire hotel looked like a castle forged out of glass. Most of the rooms had a glass wall, giving a sense of company. The way it was built didn't seem to make me feel lonely or isolated. Even his house had many glass walls.