"She’ll need her own rooms," Hayden replied casually.
"I’ll see to it," the butler said with a bow.
"Let’s head inside. It’s windy," Hayden said to .
His arm was around my waist before I could respond. I found myself being urged into the mansion with a slight push from the arm that Hayden had around my waist. The interior was decorated with the sa vibe as the boss’s mansion, and it made
wonder if the sa interior designer was hired for both places.
"The boss use to live here," Hayden explained before I could even ask.
"Oh, I see…" I mumbled.
Well, that explains a lot of the shared preference in decoration and design. The mansion was quiet and lifeless. I could hear the sound of my own breathing and my heart beating.
"Do you live here alone?" I asked, trying to make conversation because the silence was getting to my head.
"Yes; however, there are live-in butlers, maids and so gang mbers for security," Hayden replied flatly.
With his arm still around my waist, Hayden was urging
firmly along a long and slightly dark corridor. The conversation that I had started died a sudden death and silence filled the distance between us again. After a while or walking, we arrived at the end of the long corridor where a large door lood in front of us.
Is this Hayden’s room?
Unceremoniously, Hayden unlocked and opened the large door. Despite its size and apparent weight, the door opened with ease. The room was dark, and I couldn’t make out much until Hayden switched on the lights. My eyes blinked to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light.
"Is this your room?" I asked.
"The mansion is too big for . Usually, I just use this set of rooms," Hayden explained before walking past
into the room.
Hesitantly, I walked into a large sitting room decorated in shades of dark blue and grey tones. There was a large set of sofas in the center of the room and a large wooden desk on the side. Thankfully, unlike the rest of the house that I’ve seen so far, this room appeared to be lived in.
I could see books, computer and monitors, photo fras along with other things that showed that Hayden does indeed live here.
"I see. This is a nice room. It feels…calm and relaxing…" I said as I started looking around.
"You can wander anywhere in this room and the connected rooms but please don’t wander anywhere else, ok?" Hayden said before he smiled tenderly down at .
"Ok…" I replied.
Was it
or was there a hint of a warning in his words just now? I smiled in return as my mind quickly swept that thought under the rug.
"You should take a seat," Hayden said inviting as he gestures towards the sofa.
While I took my seat, Hayden headed for the door we had just passed through and locked it. The clicking sound of the door locking aroused a sense of insecurity within . Did he just lock us in here?
His words to his butler from earlier had been bothering
a bit but I had been ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. He did just tell his butler that I’ll be needing my own rooms, right?
I was hoping that what I suspected would be wrong. The cold look on Hayden’s face when he turned to face
reminded
of the many encounters that I had with him when we first t.
"Hayden…" I whispered his na quietly.
Slowly, Hayden approached , and I shifted restlessly on the sofa. He’s making
feel so nervous and uncomfortable. Hayden stood in front of
while his eyes looked down at . My body just froze, and I no longer knew what I wanted to say. Hayden leaned forward and placed his hands flat on the back of the sofa on either side of my face, essentially trapping
between him and the sofa.
"We’re alone now and no one is going to disturb us here. Is there sothing that you want to tell , Malissa?" Hayden asked, speaking so slowly.
My throat felt so stiff and dry that I could barely swallow. Hayden’s handso yet cold face stared down at
from above and my heart started to race even faster. He knows about Ethan’s visit, doesn’t he?
"Umm…the thing is…Ethan dropped by to see ," I managed to say; however, I wasn’t able to keep my voice from shaking.
My voice ca out weak and shaky, but I was finally managed to tell Hayden the truth. Hayden nodded at my honest confession. I wasn’t sure if he was exactly pleased but at least he didn’t start shouting at .
"Why didn’t you give
a call?" Hayden asked calmly.
"I…I didn’t think that Ethan…would do anything…" I replied as I stuttered on my words.
It was quite true; I was scared of Ethan but deep down I still firmly believed that he wouldn’t hurt .
"What if he did…what would you do?" Hayden asked as his eyes challenged
to answer him.
"I…" I didn’t quite know what to say.
"My bad. The correct question would be what could you have done?" Hayden said before he smiled tightly at .
I knew that he wasn’t finding any of this funny. I knew that he was worried for my sake. He was right, if Ethan wanted to do sothing to , I couldn’t fight back or stop him.
"I’m sorry…I didn’t an to et up with him. He just appeared out of nowhere…" I said softly.
"You asked
for privacy and independence, so I gave you that. Then what happened?" Hayden asked rhetorically.
"I didn’t want to see him. He just ca to see ," I said in my defense.
I knew that I was partly to bla but this whole thing didn’t happen because I wanted it to. Ethan’s visit wasn’t sothing that I planned or enjoyed. It was hard for
too.
"What did he say to you this ti?" Hayden asked, his tone icy cold.
--To be continued…
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