Slapped!

His torrid glare pierced the door. And the visible flexing of his jaw muscles made a promise to Alyssa that today would be a day she wouldn't ever forget.

Even as exhilarated as she was due to the succession of her plans slowly unfolding, she could not fight the tiny terror he ignited in her guts.

His anger that once disappeared—now back, silently spoke volumes and she felt it.

A lump sank into her throat. Out of terror, her feet moved from where they were to go to get the door.

“I'll get it,” surprisingly, he stopped her.

And strode over himself.

Without hesitating, he took the knob and pulled the door.

Alyssa couldn't see who it was because his tall build had shielded the person at the other end.

She stood still, but she was able to hear what the person had to relay.

Hearing the message, she was puzzled if she was supposed to be happy, or…frightened.

“The Old Mistress seeks your presence, Young Master Nathan,” surely, this is what the person outside the door has said.

Alyssa's eyes