I didn’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I realized that Dexter’s hand was still under my head.
I rubbed my forehead and looked at Dexter drowsily. Did he maintain that position the whole journey?
That was more than three hours! Was he really a fool or just pretending to be one?
"Where are we?" I asked quietly.
"Tré old Black residence," Dexter explained in a low voice. He took my hand in his, looking scared.
The pitiful look in his beautiful eyes gave the urge to protect him from all danger.
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here," I told him, patting the back of his hand. In all actuality, I was scared as well.
What kind of place was this? The house was surrounded by mountains and looked very desolate.
Not only that, the dim light from the lamps made it seem like a haunted house.
I swallowed. After mustering up my courage, I pulled Dexter out of the car.
"Mr. Black, Mrs. Black, please co this way." Ewan stood by the door, waiting for us.
I dragged Dexter all the way to the door and followed Ewan inside to see Ignatius.
Ignatius stood in front of a wall that had many photos hung neatly on it. He seed to be saying sothing to them as we entered the place.
I saw Dexter’s father, Andy Black, in one of the photos. Although Dexter was an illegitimate son, he was still Andy’s child.
Dexter stared deeply at the photo, his face expressionless.
I glanced around at all the photos. Beside Andy’s photo was a photo of Henry Black, Ignatius’ eldest grandson.
I heard that Andy, Alice, and Henry had all died in the car accident. Ignatius had put in a lot of effort preparing Andy and Henry to beco his successors.
On the other hand, Jas was the son that Ignatius had paid the least attention to. Jas was ignorant and conceited, and he wasn’t smart or flexible. He wasn’t fit to beco Ignatius’ successor.
However, fate had its own plans, and Andy and his family had all perished in the accident. Now, Ignatius only had one son left, Jas, but Jas was infertile.
Ignatius had a traditional mindset, so it was a big deal for him not to have any descendants. How could he allow the family bloodline to end at his hands?
That was where Dexter and I ca into the picture. We were both there to carry on the family line.
"Co over here. Pay your respects to Andy," Ignatius said, turning around to look at Dexter and .
I stepped forward to take the flowers from him and handed so to Dexter, but Dexter didn’t move.
His eyes never left Andy’s photo. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he loathed Andy.
An inexplicable emotion washed over .
I was afraid that Ignatius would scold Dexter again, so I gently said to him, "Dex, co here."
Dexter finally turned away from the photo to look at . With a hoarse voice, he said, "All of you... are liars."
I was startled. There was such strong disappointnt in his eyes.
Liars?
Did Sofia lie to him before? What did Andy lie to him about?
"Co and pay your respects."
Despite his reluctance, I still pulled him forward and handed him the flowers.
"Car accident..." Dexter muttered as he put the flowers in front of Andy’s photo. He then looked at , seeming like he had sothing to say.
I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t say anything. So, I didn’t ask him about it.
I knew very well that unfortunate events happened and that car accidents were ruthless, because my parents had also died in a car accident.
Ignatius seed satisfied with how well-behaved Dexter was. At least Dexter listened to instructions and behaved more normally now.
"I can see that Dexter really likes you and is willing to listen to you," Ignatius said.
I lowered my head and listened quietly as Ignatius spoke.
"It’s great that he listens to you," he said with a nod. "Now that you’re pregnant with a descendant of the Black family, you’ve done our family a huge favor. If the baby’s a boy, then our family would finally have a worthy heir."
I kept my head lowered and remained silent. What kind of traditional thinking was this? Couldn’t daughters beco successors too?
Ignatius left after that. He ordered Ewan to lead Dexter and to our rooms to get so rest.
Dexter held my hand the whole ti. I assud that he was just trying to get my attention and tried to pull my hand away but to no avail.
"The house is haunted," he said abruptly as he looked at .
A chill ran down my spine, and I hid behind him in fright. Holding onto his arm tightly, I muttered, "Who are you trying to scare?"
As a person who had died once, it wasn’t that strange for to be afraid of ghosts.
Dexter smiled but said nothing. He let hold his arm all the way to the rooms.
When we finally stopped in front of one of the bedrooms, he said, "It doesn’t matter whether our child is a boy or a girl. The baby’s health is our priority."
I looked at him, puzzled. He seed to act more and more like a normal person these days, and I found it rather strange.
Suddenly, there was a breaking sound as the door opened a little. I was so scared that I hugged his arm tightly and didn’t dare to look around.
Dexter led into the bedroom and switched on the lights. The electric circuits here weren’t functioning well, so the lights flickered.
The interior of the room looked really old too. The room was in a state of disrepair, and it seed like it had been a long ti since anyone lived here.
"Has this place ever been rented out to shoot a horror movie?" I asked Ewan, looking around. "Where’s my room?"
Ewan glanced at Dexter. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Mrs. Black, are you sure you don’t want to sleep in the sa room as Mr. Black? Your room is next door, but soone committed suicide there a few years ago."
I took a deep breath and walked straight into Dexter’s room. Then, I pointed to the room next door and said, "Dex, you can sleep in that room."
"But I’m scared." Dexter looked upset.
In the end, the two of us had to share the room, which had only one bed.
"It’s so cold up here in the mountains," I whispered.
Dexter didn’t say anything. He just lay down beside and hugged .
"It’s warm this way," he said.
I wanted to resist, but it really was warr with him hugging . He was so warm.
"In the past, the Black family mbers were all physicians. Then, they started opening clinics and pharmacies. Later, they started their own business and accumulated a lot of wealth over the past few generations."
He continued in a whisper, "This is the old Miller residence. All the Black family mbers are buried here after their death."
All I knew was that this place was extrely creepy. So, this old residence was the grave of the deceased Black family mbers.
"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you," Dexter said as he held closer.
It was a peaceful night. He simply hugged to keep warm and didn’t do anything else.
I wasn’t sure if I was too tired, but I fell asleep without worrying about anything at all.
That night, I slept well. I had never felt so relaxed before.
Ever since my parents died in the car accident, I had rarely slept so soundly.
When I woke up early the next morning, Dexter wasn’t beside . I shot up from the bed and ran downstairs in search of him.
He was standing in the yard, with the sun shining down on him and making him seem to glow. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
"We need to head back to Hills as soon as possible. Sothing has co up," Ewan ca over and said in a low voice.
"What’s wrong?" Anxiety gripped my heart.
"Sothing has happened to Mr. Jas. He was robbed at gunpoint in Montavia and was gravely injured."
"He’s currently unconscious, and the doctors are still trying their best to save him. It seems that it’ll be difficult for him to wake up."
Ewan subconsciously glanced at Dexter as he spoke.
anwhile, Dexter stood there indifferently, without any emotion on his face
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