Although it was the last thing she wanted, Gemma had to go to the police station to "cooperate with investigation" like the officer in charge had put it. She scoffed at the term. She knew that he suspected her. He just didn't have sufficient evidence to arrest her—and she would never let him have any.
When she arrived, she was not facing the officer in charge but a detective called Robert. He was known to be the worst nightmare of every criminal in the country as he could sniff out crimes from afar. They made it sound like he was a sniff dog. "Do you have any questions for me, Detective Robert?" She asked the obvious. He definitely had a ton of them. "Miss Gemma, where were you on the night of 8th June, when your husband was murdered?" He nudged below his rectangular framed spectacles to push them back into place. "At Scarlet Hotel." She answered listlessly. She was observing his gaze, so she noticed his eyes twitch in the slightest. She averted hHis heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? Was the food not delicious? He thought he had done quite well…When he tasted the food, he didn't find much fault either. No, the point was, if it tasted horrible, why hadn't she fired him yet? Sholdn't that be her reaction to horrible food? He kept his questions to himself and nodded respectfully. "I will do my best."Giving him a glance that made him wonder whether she was being kind to him because she had uncovered his identity, she threw four words at him. "Do not disappoint me."He raked a hand tthrough his hair in frustration. This was getting more complicated by the day. If she had discovered who he was, logically, she should have shown him the door, right? She definitely wouldn't be so patient.But if she didn't know who he really was, why the hell was she acting like she did? She was definitely messing with his head.He was still working out the possibility in his head when his space
A slap rang out, startling him."Madam, I didn't. I'm sorry." The maid cried.He rushed over to find the little maid crying at his mother's feet, while the latter hit her and pulled her hair."Mother! What are you doing?" He pulled his mother away before he could register what he was doing. Why was it his business?"Disciplining this b*tch. If maids do whatever they want here, won't this mansion turn chaotic?" Mrs. Dumont straightened up but continued glaring at the maid hatefully. He quickly figured that this was about the maid going to clean his room."I asked her to clean my room." He lied. His mother mumbled something about regretting letting the vixen stay, before she sauntered away."Are you alright?" He leaned over and helped her up. Her face was red and swollen from the slaps."Thank you, young master." She didn't look up at him, probably trying to hide her tears."If you want to thank me, keep my room c
Gemma looked him up and down and if there wasn't a devilish grin on her face, he might be fooled into believing that she was considering his suggestion. However, he knew from his interaction with her from the last couple of days that what was about to leave that mouth was the most venomous remark one could ever hear.He decided to evade it. "On second thought, I will no longer be nosy.""So you do know that you are nosy." She smirked. It was not amusing."Well, I was just worried about you, ma'am. But now that I think about it with a clear mind, even the devil is scared of you. Dealing with a nutcase detective will be a piece of cake.""The devil is afraid of me." She repeated his words with a raise of her eyebrows. "Why is that? Because I'm too innocent and good?" It was amazing that there was someone who thought so. He was definitely blind.But his next words proved that he wasn't. On the other hand, he must be the most ballsy employee
Time seemed to freeze for a moment. When Gemma came back to her senses, she steadied herself and pulled out of his arms.He held both of his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry for offending you, ma'am. If I didn't hold you, you would have fallen."He was stating the obvious but something was off with the way he said it. Why did it almost sound like he was hitting on her? She cleared her head to stop thinking nonsense and nodded. "I'll go to my room."A couple of steps later, the pain was unbearable in her ankle so she bent down and took off her heels, then she walked upstairs with more ease.His heart ached as he watched her leave. He must be the only man who wished for the woman he loved to be slightly more delicate. If she were as delicate as most wealthy women, she would not have the strength to take off her heels at that moment. She would be in so much pain that she would need help getting to her room, and he would give her just that.
Gemma felt something odd about Livian. Why did he look uncomfortable when she asked him to follow her to her room? He made it feel kind of wrong.Thinking that it was probably because he was scared that he could have done something wrong and upset her, she led the way and kept some distance so he would be comfortable. Whatever she was about to tell him was not something that could be discussed in the kitchen. Not with the Black family snooping around for ways to end her life. They could thwart her plans and before she dealt with them, it was best to be cautious.Her room was nothing like Livian imagined. He had imagined a feminine room with warm tones of gold, red and perhaps white, which would suit her taste from the past. However, her room was filled with silver and black. How cold. This was probably in line with Ethan's taste and she had not changed it. Did she love the bloke that much?She locked the door and sat on the fluffy couch, an arm's length aw
Livian made a panic run down the stairs and when he was certain that no one had followed him, he slipped into his room and shut the door before answering the phone. "Why did you call?"His assistant was taken aback by his raging tone and almost hung up in fear. He would have, if it was not an emergency."Sir, something needs your immediate attention." He nervously reported. "Mr. Parker would like you to make an appearance at the meeting with him tomorrow. Otherwise, he will no longer sign the deal with us.""Damn it." He cursed under his breath. This was a deal he had been negotiating for the past three months, he could not mess it up.For the past few days, he had been making sure to take care of company matters but he had been doing so behind the scenes, while sending his assistant to meetings that could neither be postponed nor held through conference calls. Apparently, it was not working anymore."Someone spread a rumor that you had a fatal accid
Trying out the wedding outfits was nothing like Livian had imagined. It felt magical. The gunmetal gray suit haunted him when he looked at it on the mannequin earlier, but when he wore it, the rest of the world seemed to fade away.It was just him in front of the mirror with a grin of disbelief across his face. He was really getting married to the woman he loved. For a moment, he wanted to forget that this whole charade existed. Forget that it was all fake. Forget that it would all come to an end after six months or even worse, as soon as she recognized him. The thought made his heart clench but he soon let out a breath. The most important thing right now was to make sure she didn't end up with a stranger who might as well be a swindler or a serial killer in the name of a contract marriage.What made her go down this route anyway? Knowing that he had no right to ask, he decided to be there for her nonetheless. If she ever wanted to talk about it, he would be there
"That sounds…" He didn't know what to say. He would have been happy for her knowing she and the man she loved reunited in the least expected way even after losing each other, but he couldn't. The man was an asshole."Fated?" She chuckled. "I thought we were too." She looked down into her cup."He didn't deserve you." He said in a low voice that almost sounded forced. Heaven knew how much he had wanted to say it in the last nine years. He knew that she would be angry with him so he had kept it to himself. Finally, he could say it with ease.She was surprised when he did. "How would you know that?"Crap. He had forgotten that he only knew from years of stalking her.He cleared his throat and shot up another excuse, digging himself even deeper into the mess he had created when he started lying to her. "You don't speak of him as someone you miss but as someone you hate.""Well... ironically, yeah."Maybe it was because Livian was easy t