The ride to his flat in London was taking forever. Jules groans, kneading the flesh at the back of his neck. He couldn't remember the last time he had been jet-lagged because he often had enough of rest before and during travelling. However, what was going on between him and Janice had made him stay up late. Also, it made him regret ever questioning her. She had not to bother walking him to the door like she usually does whenever he was going on a business trip. It seemed as if she was glad and couldn't wait to get rid of him. “We are here, sir.” The chauffeur mumbled, breaking Jules out of his thoughts. The man, Jonathan, who looked like he was in his late fifties, was the one that had always been his chauffeur ever since he arrived in London. He had stuck with him ever since. Jules liked the fact that he was respectful and did everything more orderly than other chauffeurs he had been with. “Thank you,” Jules muttered, sliding out of the car. He strode towards the huge glass d
“8 PM,” Jules murmured, glancing at the wristwatch he wore before dusting the red plastic chair. Light flickered on his face as soon as he was about to sit down. At first, he thought it was from the power supply until he glimpsed the paparazzi some meters away from him. “What the hell?!” Jules's eyes glinted. He attempted to block the continuous flash of the light with his hand, but it was of no use. They went on taking shots upon shots like he had called them to do so. He groaned, shielding his face slightly. Though he was used to them showing up unannounced, he hadn't thought of it happening. He knew what would be the headline tomorrow without even guessing. Also, he believed the 'stalkers', as he liked calling them, would have taken some shots of him when he was with John on the balcony. He only hoped they hadn't seen him punching him. Even though the idiot deserved it, he didn't want a scandalous headline with his face and name as the main heading. He didn't want to be qu
“You hit him?!” Janice asked, staring at the pictures in her hand in disbelief. She knew Jules would definitely do so if given the chance, but she didn't know he was going to go viral. “Of course, and he deserved it,” He grunted, rolling his eyes. The pictures in her hand did not bother him. His nonchalant attitude irritates her. She doubted if he was aware lots of people were looking up at him. Yet, he was acting as if he didn't give a f**k about anyone. Not even her. Except for the baby. “Are you having a soft spot for him now?” Jules raised his brow. She still had that incredulous look on her face, and he wondered what she was thinking about. He heard her gasp and sidled to his side. “Your hands!” “What is wrong with my hands?” “They are bruised and stop acting as if you are untouchable or unaffected!” She walked towards the foot of the bed and squatted. “What are you doing?” Jules eyed her as she tried to look underneath the bed. His hand shot out to grip her, but she
Walking along the brightly coloured trimmed garden, Janice let out a deep breath. She inhaled slowly, and a smile appeared on her face. Her hair ruffled around her face as the wind blew it.The garden, which was beside the castle, was her favourite place to go whenever she felt like relaxing. Janice had often wondered why the garden was separated from the castle. The walk from the garden to the castle was fifteen minutes, and she had come by foot because she didn't want Jules to know where she had gone. She had asked him why the distance was so, but she had got no response. Rather, he had said they built that way. Even though his answer irritated her, she enjoyed the architectural design of the entire castle. “My Lady?” Janice jumped as she heard a voice beside her. She swirled, and her eyes met with the Earl of Brightstone, who had an amused smile playing on his lips. “W-what are you doing here?” Janice stuttered, squinting. “I should ask you the same thing.” Paxton grinned.
“Are you trying to dodge me on purpose? If yes, I'd like to say you are doing a terrible job while at it.” Janice lurched and almost fell off the mare she was on as she heard his voice. “Bloody hell, Paxton!” She glowered at him and clutched her still thumping heart. “Hearing my name coming out from your cupid shaped lips is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.” Janice rolled her eyes as she stared at him. She knew if he hadn't startled her, she wouldn't mention his name. She didn't know why he irritated her. It was not like he didn't look good. Heck, all the ladies would like to have him. Except her, since his presence often annoyed her. Perhaps she didn't like how he was constantly flirting with her. And she didn't know how to tell him off yet. “You look radiant each time I stare at you. Blue looks good on you.” “You saw me earlier,” Janice said. She tugged the rein of her mare, galloping away from him. She heard him do the same, and the brown stallion he was on trotted to he
“How can I be so careless?!” Janice mumbled, whilst pacing around the room. Since her arrival back at the castle, she had been thinking of what Jules would do to her when he reached home. She had seen how furious he looked, and she wondered what punishment he was going to mete out on her. Janice shivered, clutched the robe she had slipped into around her body whilst glancing at the still-closed door. She hadn't thought Jules would ever arrive at the place she went to because he had left earlier to go hunting, and she hadn't mentioned it to him. Perhaps he arrived and didn't meet her at home. So, he had asked Grace, the only person she had told where she was going. Janice's heart fluttered as she sighted Jules from the window. He climbed from his horse and walked towards the entrance. She twisted the golden band on her ring finger out of habit and pondered on what to do to escape the brutal punishment he had promised if she ever disobeyed or made him furious. Janice knew explai
“And the final touch,” Grace mumbled, rolling Janice's hair in a chignon bun and clasping it with pins. “My lady, you can see your face now.” Janice stared at the mirror she had turned to the other side because she didn't want to be tempted to stare at herself and point out corrections to the maid helping with her makeup. She marvelled as she glimpsed at the woman staring back at her through the mirror. It barely looked like her. She didn't know what Grace did to her face to make her cheekbones more prominent and her eyes popped out more. However, she knew the maid had done a great job. Although it wasn't as extraordinary as the one on her face during her wedding, she liked how modest it looked. “Thank you, Grace.” Janice beamed. “I tried my best, your majesty.” Grace blush, gazing at the ground. She continued, twisting her fingers, “And I didn't know you'd like it.” “You did more than your best.” Janice stood from the chair she sat on and walked to the middle of the room. Gra
“I wonder what is going on with those two,” Janice muttered, glancing at Jules and Brightstone, who were taking a defensive stance. Both men had been on that spot for an hour now, and she wondered what they were talking about. “They are probably catching up.” Cecilia smiled. Janice nodded. However, she knew it wasn't what they were doing. She could recognize the hostility that was starting to brew up the moment Brightstone appeared. “Perhaps,” Janice said. Then glanced to her right as she noticed the dowager Queen walking towards her. Janice and Cecilia bowed to the dowager queen, who nodded in acknowledgement of their greetings. The women straightened as the dowager queen passed by, and Janice followed suit, leaving Cecilia after promising to catch up with her after the ball. “I see you are acquainted with Baron Beckwith's daughter. She is a good girl with a charming personality.” The dowager queen added. Since her arrival at the castle, Janice had glimpsed the dowager queen a