**A few days later**
"How many tis do I have to tell you? You can’t keep locked up in here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands clenching into tight fists. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as anger and frustration took over.
Over the past few days, I had already lost count of the number of tis Bradon and I had had this argunt. For so reason that I could not comprehend, my life as a prisoner inside his household had resud. There must have been a change in Bradon that I couldn’t fully understand-sothing that had led him to decide to keep under house arrest. Going out was no longer an option, even if I was escorted.
"You may leave when I tell you that you can," Bradon replied with the sa infuriatingly calm response he always gave, his tone ticking off even more.
"Listen, I’m not doing this because I want to be selfish. If there’s a reason why you can’t let go outside, then please just let know, and I’ll try to be understanding," I said, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself. I knew that yelling at Bradon wouldn’t lead to any kind of solution, but my multiple attempts to make things right between us had failed, leaving my emotions in complete turmoil.
"I might be back late today. Don’t wait up for ," Bradon told , completely ignoring my question.
I stared at his back as he turned to leave, walking away just like he always did whenever I asked sothing important. By now, I had already gotten used to his lack of response and how he would imdiately leave for work in the middle of our conversations. It reminded of the old days when I first arrived at his mansion, only this ti, it made my heart ache more than ever before.
Zain was left to guard at the mansion like a loyal watchdog, along with a small army of Bradon’s n.
"I can assure you there are very good reasons for this," Zain told in a low voice one evening when we were alone in the hallway.
"I know, but I just wish that he would tell what’s going on," I whispered softly.
I knew very well that Zain was trying his best to comfort , and I also knew that no matter what he personally wanted, he couldn’t go against Bradon’s orders. That ant he couldn’t provide with any answers. Just like
Zain wanted to believe, I wanted to believe that Bradon wasn’t doing this without good reason.
As I stood next to Zain in silence, we both realized there was nothing I could do but wait for Bradon’s return. Whatever storm was brewing outside, whatever he was facing, had no place for . All I could do was wait for the storm to subside. Despite knowing that, it was difficult for to remain at peace.
"He really doesn’t trust ," I muttered under my breath.
"I honestly don’t think that’s the case," Zain quickly spoke up in defense of his master.
I turned and gave Zain a weak smile because I wanted to believe his words and have faith in Bradon. However, I had to admit that it was difficult. I hated the fact that Bradon always kept in the dark and locked out whenever it truly mattered. I remained silent, trying to ignore the sinking feeling that developed in the pit of my stomach, as if it was trying to signal to that sothing bad was about to happen.
Suddenly, a black limousine drove down the driveway. My eyes imdiately widened as my heart skipped a beat with excitent. Bradon was finally ho.
At least, that was what I thought-until I felt Zain step in front of , blocking my view as if shielding from danger.
"Stay back. Better yet, you should head inside. Go to your room and don’t co out," he instructed in a tense tone before I could ask him anything.
"What is going on?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
At first, I thought the black limousine looked similar to the one Bradon usually used to commute to work, but the way Zain was acting told that whoever had just arrived was not his master.
"Don’t you think I should be here to greet the guests?" I asked teasingly, though my mind was racing with curiosity.
It wasn’t common for Bradon to have visitors-especially ones who would stir up such a reaction in Zain.
Regardless of what he had to say, I refused to step inside because I desperately wanted to know who the visitor was and what was making Zain react the way he was. The car ca to a stop, and the driver stepped out to open the limousine door with a respectful bow of his head.
"Mr. Vulkan..." Zain said respectfully, bowing his head slightly.
Bradon’s father stepped out of the car-but he wasn’t alone. Mrs. Vulkan carefully made her entrance after her husband. I knew that Zain was in an awkward position because, for a mont, he didn’t seem quite sure whether or not the two of them were allowed into the house.
"Master Bradon isn’t here at the mont," Zain said respectfully.
The two of them completely ignored Zain as their eyes fell on . The way their gazes traveled slowly from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and then back up again shook to the core with a sense of unwelcoming disgust.
"Welco," I said shortly.
Without saying a word to , the two of them walked into the mansion as if I were nothing but thin air.
–To be continued...
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