The Billionaire's Genius Wife

"Why are you asking me to come out?" Scarlett asked while looking around her. Worried someone would come into this floor.

"Because I need to tell you something. I want you to know that no one can reveal your secret in this house. And only a few people can enter this floor – your two maids and Paul. So you don't need to dress like a Ninja…." Xander said casually, but Scarlett heard it like this man was scolding her.

Scarlett, "..."

Ninja? How can this Ice Prince say she looks like a Ninja? What an odd observer.

Xander scanned her from head to toe before continuing, "Just be yourself as usual while on this floor!"

A thought suddenly crossed Scarlett's mind when she realized that Xander had assigned two maids for her.

A maid? No way!

She knew there were many maids in this house. Still, she never imagined Xander would assign two maids to care for her needs. Instantly her mind imagined herself like a princess in a fairy tale — those who do nothing are only served, including bathing and dressing. What the heck!

Somehow, she doesn't like a jet-set lifestyle like Xander Riley.

"Did you hear what I said?" asked Xander again after seeing this girl in a daze in her seat.

She immediately nods.

"Xander, about the maid, is that necessary?" Scarlett asked seriously and sincerely. She prefers to take care of herself by herself without anyone's help. She wasn't used to being served since living abroad.

"Sure! They have been trained to serve the Young Madam in this house. You are my legal wife, so they have to serve you!"

Scarlett's mouth formed the letter O without a sound escaping her lips. She was stunned by what he said, reminding her of her status in this house, Young Madam, and probably the lady of the house.

"So, can you take off your shades? And your hoodie too?" Xander order. He likes to see her authentic appearance.

Scarlett's brow wrinkles. Confused.

"I told you before that your disguise is safe. Just be yourself while on this floor!" He continued after seeing the girl frown.

"Oooh…"

After she removed her shade and lowered her hood, her beautiful hair and eyes were exposed. It put Xander in a good mood.

"This is much nicer. You look much nicer without those accessories!!" He said with his usual cold expression.

Scarlett, "..."

Before she could respond adequately, the ice prince said, "I want to tell you about the rules in this house. Yes, this house has some rules."

Xander cleared his throat before continuing, "One, breakfast at 7 AM and dinner at 7 PM. We must have breakfast and dinner together when we are home."

Scarlett nods, and she agrees.

"Just be yourself on this floor. I don't like seeing you in a wig!"

'This man dares to make the house rules to his liking? Gosh!' Scarlett scolded him in her heart.

"No problem. As long as you guarantee the maid you assigned will never open their mouth about me..." She stopped when she saw him raising his hand like he was preventing her from speaking.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it. And second, you're free to talk to anyone in this house, but you have to remember, no one knows about our marriage contract…."

"Wait! Second? You mean third?"

pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ "No! This is the second rule… About your wigs is not the rule. I... I just can't stand to see you in your ugly wig."

Scarlett "..."

'Fine, you win!!' She gritted her teeth, annoyed.

"This is still the second rule..." Xander's deep eyes met her as if he wanted to scold her for interrupting him earlier, "You can go anywhere in this house except that room." Xander pointed at the double doors at the end of the room.

"Understand!" She didn't care about the room. She was shocked to learn that no one knew about their deal—including his assistant. Gosh! She almost talked it over with Logan.

"Third, you can't bring anyone into this house, so Logan will be your driver. He will follow you everywhere!"

Why does this guy sound so possessive? She can't date, fine! But why does she also have to be followed by Logan?

"Is there a problem with the third rule?" Xander asked.

Scarlett didn't reply but studied his expression first.

After a while, she finally said, "I'm afraid Logan will be bothered following me around. Can he drive me to the office, and then he can go back here? I'll call him later if I want to go home?" She didn't want Logan to know about what she was doing in the office.

Her identity as a talented VFX and CGI artist is strictly confidential. Only a few people in the film industry know about her.

She deliberately concealed her identity. This is to avoid producers and directors wanting to work with her, as she had been too busy working on Harvey Oslo film projects for several years. She doesn't need a new project.

"He wouldn't dare!" Xander paused to observe a glint of worry in her eyes. "I know you're a mysterious person, Scarlett. So, don't worry. Logan is a person who can be trusted. In fact, if you forbid him from telling me what he saw, he will. And, I promise you, I assigned him to you, meaning I will not ask him to report your movements to me."

Scarlett was stunned. It wasn't because of what Xander said, but she was surprised to hear this man talking so much. This was the first time this tight-lipped man had spoken in that long.

She was amazed.

She could only nod, agreeing with the arrangement.

Soon, Scarlett returned to her bedroom. She needed a nap and wouldn't be up before dinner at seven.

Hoping that when she wakes up from her nap, she won't be as awkward as before when she's around Xander.

She had to get used to being around him, or else their secret would be revealed to everyone in the house.