So as what I mentioned, I also made this chapter in 3rd person POV to have a glimpse of Garren's perspective. I want to know your input, fellas! But don't worry, the succeeding chapters will be in first person POV
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "I was able to bring you to the hospital, which is a good thing because they were able to treat the concussion in your head right away." Cleo was lost for words after hearing the entire story. And honestly, she doesn't know what exactly to feel. Should she be relieved that Cyrus failed to carry out his immoral plan? Or should she still be down in the dumps because that doesn't change the fact that she was still harassed? In the midst of the confusion- she had one certainty, she was grateful to Garren. He was her savior. "Thank you." His expression softened after hearing those words from her. "Thank you, sir. If it wasn't for you, I would've met a darker fate. If you hadn't arrived at that time, I couldn't imagine what could've happened to me. So thank you, sir. I owe you my life." His seething fury vanished in a matter of seconds. The weak yet genuine smile plastered on Cleo's face and the tears streaming down her cheeks pacified the turbulent st
"I lost count on how many times you sighed for the past hour," Cynthia said beside me while applying make-up to my face. I gave her a side glance. "Until now, I still don't why I need to come to that party with them. Does Sir Garren not trust his relatives?" She shrugged her shoulders. "And also, why do I need to dress up like this? I feel like a knockoff." "It's better to blend into a crowd of elites rather than go there looking like a rag. You don't want to have a dose of their obscene attitude once they see even a tiny bit of squalor in you," she said while applying a setting powder to my face. I planned to do it myself, but she insisted that she'd want to do it. In the end, I just agreed so she wouldn't kick up a fuss. "And, you're done! I love looking at my art," Cynthia exclaimed while looking at me through the mirror. A smile crept between my lips. I told her to apply light make-up, and she perfectly did it. Props to her. I stood up from my seat and scanned myself in
There were fleeting minutes of silence between the three of us. The woman flashed a smile—a pretentious one. "I didn't mean to offend her, moonpie. I was just confused why she's wearing that kind of dress when she's only your... maid." I clenched my fist in vexation. Did she really think that abated the derogatory remark she hurled at me? "Because I want to." The attention was diverted to Garren when he spoke impassively. He also sounds annoyed. "Mom, can you stop asking questions and let us sit?" Her mother laughed. "You're as peevish as ever, my dear son." She turned to me with that similar spurious smile. "Cleo, right?" I nodded somberly, still agitated. "I hope you're not offended by what I said. I didn't mean to belittle you or anything." I didn't feel any insincerity in her voice, but I repressed my emotions. "No problem, Madam." "Good. Anyway, let's go now. Zacharius has been waiting for the two of you." As far as I remember, Zacharius is the name of Garren's fa
"Oh, sorry. Did I disturb your peace?" The man asked with an apologetic expression. I stood up from the chair and bowed my head. "Good evening, sir. No, you're not a nuisance at all." I don't know who exactly this man is, but from the way he looks, I'm pretty sure he's somehow affiliated with the Montreals. He could be their business partner. "You can have this place, sir." I was planning to leave, but he caught me. I quickly pulled my arms away from him. "O-Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just want to tell you that you don't need to leave. You were here first. If you're not comfortable, I can leave if you want." I was surprised to hear it from him. This guy seems harmless despite the air of nobility around him. "No worries, I was just shocked. I'm not used to people suddenly touching me." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Anyway, if you want. We can just share the place instead." Why am I speaking as if this porch is just a random place and isn't owned by Garren's parents
I was pulled out of my trance when Garren held my wrist and pulled me. I wasn't able to bid a proper farewell to Enzo, so I just smiled apologetically. Garren slammed the door leading to the porch with a loud slam, scaring the shit out of me. He dragged me out of the mansion and couldn't care less that some maids were already looking at us. I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen and continued pulling me. My wrist is already hurting for god's sake! We didn't walk through the same path that we entered when we arrived here. I'm certain there are guests left because I can hear classical music playing, but that's the least of my concerns. "Sir. Can you please let go of my hand now?" I almost begged him, but for the second time, he turned a deaf ear. What the fuck is wrong with him?! The two security guards standing on the gate greeted him, but he didn't respond. They looked at us with bewilderment, and I wouldn't be surprised if I became the subject of their gossip the moment
Who's calling me in the middle of the night? Although bewildered, I stood up to answer the call. Much to my surprise, it's my brother who's calling me. I pressed the answer button. "This better be important, Archeus Saphiro," I feigned a stern tone. "C-Cleo." I frowned when I discerned the fear in his tone of voice. "Arch, is everything alright? You're making me nervous." There was a deafening silence on the other line. I could hear a peculiar static sound, but I don't know what that is. "It's about mama." My heart skipped a bit. "W-What about her?" His heavy sigh made me even more nervous. "She's at the hospital right now." My breathing hitched and my hands quivered in fear. I could feel my heart hammering against my chest. "W-What?" I shook my head. "Please tell me that this is just one of your stupid jokes, Arch." I know my brother would never jest about such a thing, but my mind is in a state of chaos and could not process his news. "I wish I am, but I'm not, Cleo.
"Are you sure you're alright, Cleo?" I pinched Greyson's cheeks. "You asked that question a hundred times already. I'm fine, alright? I just had a hard time sleeping last night. Stop worrying about me." Like I expected, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes. He shrugged his shoulders. "If you say so." After I finished packing his lunch, we headed outside where his father is waiting. Our eyes met, and I smiled at him. He also flashed a subtle smile. Greyson and I hopped inside his car. Soon, he began taking the road. The conversation that I had with him last night really helped me clear my mind. If it wasn't because of him, I wouldn't have been able to sleep. We reached the school twenty minutes before Greyson's class started. "Good luck, buddy. I love you." "I love you too, dad. Take care!" We crossed the road. The day went smoothly. During Greyson's class, I received a text from my brother that made me smile. The doctors said that our mother can be discharged from the h
We sat down on the nearby bench and rested for a while before Garren told us to eat first. We stopped in front of a food stall. The inviting smell of churros and corn dogs pervaded my nose. Garren handed me some bills. "Buy three corn dogs for us," he said. I nodded and fell in line. When it's my turn to buy, the vendor leaned to me and said something that made my jaw drop to the floor. "Your family looks lovely." I shook my head. "N-No. They are not my family, aunt. I'm that kid's nanny and that man is his father, so he's just my boss." Her forehead creased. "Really? But the way that man looks at you, it's full of love and adoration," she said and handed me my order. What the hell? How can she come up with such a ridiculous conclusion?! I smiled awkwardly and got the corn dogs. "Thank you, Aunt," I said dismissively and turned my back. I walked back to them and gave them the snacks. We eat silently while watching people pass by. I opened my phone and saw that it's already fi