Chapter fourteen.

Emily's POV.

I couldn't help the cold jitters that ran through my entire system as we drove into the large mansion.

Peeping through the window, I admired the elegant building and its beautiful environment. I was wowed but not really surprised. I was quite aware that Adrian came from a wealthy home, the above mansion was a testament to it.

"Remain seated," he whispered to me, before getting down from the car.

I watched in total confusion as he sprinted towards my side of the car, wondering what he was up to.

He walked up to the passenger side where I was seated and pulled the door open.

"At your service, mademoiselle," he said, stretching forth his hand towards me with a wide smile on his face.

I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled through my mouth. "Well, thank you, kind monsieur," I placed my hand on his and he helped me climb down gently.

Almost immediately, the front door flung open, and a few middle-aged men and women whom I assumed to be the house workers walked towa