Chapter 5

Kelsey POV:

When I woke up, it was already afternoon; I panicked and jumped out of bed in a hurry to run out.

‘How can I sleep so much? I don't even prepare Brian's morning. Will he get mad?' I asked Oralie quickly.

She is reticent today; I feel a little strange, I asked. ‘Oralie, what happened to you?’

Oralie didn't answer quickly as if she was thinking about something; after a while, she spoke in disbelief. ‘Kelsey, are you not paying attention? Where is the copper pot in our room?'

I frowned and looked back at the table in the room; I clearly remember last night before going to bed; it was empty. In this house, it's just Brian and me; could it be that he helped me reduce my fever?

It turned out that the strange feeling last night wasn't my dream. At that time, I felt my body heat up, and my strength disappeared. I opened my eyes uncomfortably; in front of me was Brian's blurred face, thinking, but at best, I assumed it was my imagination when I was not awake.

Thinking of that, my fear of him disappeared yesterday, and my heart overflowed with sweetness.

The sudden movement up my spine hurt me in half, and it took a while for me to stand up straight.

I carried the pot in a happy mood and went out. In the kitchen, I was preparing lunch while humming some songs.

'Kelsey, Brian's here,' Oralie reminded me cheerfully.

Suddenly feeling cold behind, I tilted my head and looked back to see Brian standing with his arms crossed with his back against the refrigerator, staring at me.

"Fine?" He spoke neither fast nor slow; his posture was highly casual.

I was scared for a moment; my mouth muscles froze. Brian never appears here at this hour. Is it because I have not recovered from my illness but fantasized about it?

Next is the movement of him opening the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, looking at me with curiosity, then turning his back to leave.

Only then did I react to the person in front of me who was him, although it was hard to believe?

I hastily called back. "Sir Brian."

Hearing my call, he turned his head, waiting for me to continue.

Remembering last night, my cheeks warmed up again, and the joy in my heart overwhelmed my shyness; I grinned. "Thank you."

Brian doesn't mind me; he smirks and walks out. What's more strange is that he didn't return to the bedroom but sat in the living room.

“Sir Brian, would you like to have an early dinner?” I poked my head out.

Brian checked his watch and said. "No need, change clothes and prepare to follow me out."

I was stunned for a while before fully digesting his words; even though I had a thousand questions in my heart, I didn't dare to say many words, immediately nodded, and ran back to the bedroom.

...

Brian had already changed his clothes when I returned to the living room. He wore a beautiful black suit tailored to his figure; I looked dumbfounded for a few minutes.

'Stop looking at him like you want to eat him alive, Kelsey.' Oralie teased me.

I nervously retracted my enamored expression, shyly daring to look at him again.

I also did not dare to ask where we were going; we remained silent when we sat in the car.

When the car stopped, Brian coldly glanced around. "Let's go."

I followed behind him, suddenly understanding now. This is the venue for the welcome back party for Luna Serena. Although she is not here, her position is still irreplaceable; now, returning must do something spectacular once.

I also understand why Brian agreed to go out, even if they were not getting along. However, Luna Serena is still his biological mother, so today's party must be present.

It's still early; Luna Serena and Alpha Arnold have yet to arrive.

Brian is a person who does not like noise; he chooses a hidden position to sit down, slowly enjoying the wine.

Occasionally, a few people would chat with him for a few words, but Brian responded coldly. So after that, many people were looking in his direction, but no one dared to come anymore, just standing in the distance whispering something.

He drank one glass of wine after another; he hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach must be agitated.

“Sir Brian, would you like some cake before the party starts?” I bowed my head and asked.

Brian doesn't seem to care, just caressing the mouth of the glass nonchalantly.

I quickly explained, pointing at. “I saw it as we went in, just over there.”

“I don't….” Brian, who was speaking, suddenly stopped and looked at me, not knowing what he was thinking, and continued. "Go get it."

"Yes. You wait for me five minutes; I will be back on time.” I ran away quickly; Brian didn't like to wait, so I tried to run a little faster.

This place is more significant than I thought earlier. I clearly remember that it's in the south; walk a little bit to see the cake, but I went one day, and the cake didn't even see me; I found myself lost in a garden wide.

It's getting darker and darker; I've been gone for quite a while.

“Hey, stop!”

My back waves stiffened, the blood and blood in my body froze, and my whole body couldn't help but tremble like standing on a knife blade; if I made a mistake, I would be cut off.

'Kelsey... the devil... the devil...' Oralie trembled, her speech confused. 'He's coming; he's a demon...'

I'm no better than her; I'm so shaken that I can't breathe.

The footsteps behind me grew louder and louder, Richard's hot breath on my neck; he grinned with amusement. "Looking from afar, I can see it; it's you."

My legs trembled violently, and with difficulty suppressing the desire to run away, I turned around and shivered, forcing an unsightly smile. “Hello… sir… Richard.” If there were a precipice here, I would agree to jump in without hesitation because, in my memory, Richard is scarier than death.

“Oh, remember me? I kept thinking that recently you have been serving my younger brother, accidentally following him without letting anyone in your eyes?" He smiled, but his eyes were surprisingly sharp, and the bottom of his eyes also revealed morbid cruelty that was hard to hide.

My whole body broke out in cold sweat, stammering. “No… no.” I secretly raised my face to look at his expression, afraid that if I said a word that would make him unhappy, my life would be considered lost.

“Are you living a good life these days?” Richard's rough hand brushed my cheek, then moved to my chin and squeezed it hard. "Compared to serving me, wouldn't it be better to be with him?"

The sudden pain made me not prepare to scream; this made Richard unhappy; his eyes darkened, and his hand’s force became more muscular, making my chin seem broken in two. “Fear of what? I'm not the devil; why are you so scared? Smile at me, and then I forgive you.”

I tried to force a twisted smile, laughing so hard that tears ran down my face, but Richard still had no intention of letting me go. On the contrary, it made him more excited to play.

“Are you still afraid? I told you to smile." Richard narrowed his eyes to reveal a dangerous look. “Didn't you have the guts to run from my mansion before? If you dare to do that, you should also consider the consequences of one day I am interested in finding you."