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“Uh, I’m sorry!
I didn’t mean any interruption.”
My cheeks turned crimson, when all he looked was extremely disturbed.
The woman turned pale under his hard glare.
What’s wrong with him?
“I-I’ll be back in a minute—“
“No!
It’s all right.
You didn’t interrupt us at all.
We were just about to call you anyway,” I cut her off.
When he didn’t speak and kept scaring that poor woman, I gave him a look.
He gave a curt nod, still glaring.
“Yeah, we’re done here.
Pack that pink dress, and…” Turning to me, he raked his eyes on me one more time.
I shivered.
“This one as well.”
He’d give it to Tess?
Again, the same nagging feeling rose in my chest.
Though I knew it was ridiculous.
She was getting married to his cousin.
But still…
Once I was back in my comfortable jeans and his T-shirt, I padded out and waited for the woman to hand us the bags.
My gaze fell on the dummy where the red gown was on.
It was now gone.
No one was there in the shop, so who took it?
When he told me to wait for him in the car while he did the payments, I didn’t wait a second longer.
I was dying to get some fresh air.
His consistent presence around me was overwhelming me.
I needed some space to keep myself in check.
Once he was back, we got in the car and drove away.
The sun was down on the horizon by then, coloring the sky with its crimson glow.
But when he didn’t turn to the road that would lead us to the office, my brows creased in confusion.
“Where are we going?
We were supposed to turn right.”
“We’re on the right path.
Don’t worry,” he replied, staring at the road.
Can he ever give a straight answer?
“We’re supposed to go to the office.
No, home, because it’s evening.”
“I know.
But I want to show you something.”
“What?”
“You’ll get to see it yourself soon.”
What was running in his head?
“But where are we going?”
Dread washed over me for the more time I’ll be spending with him.
It wasn’t good for my heart.
He only smirked.
“Patience, Rosebud.
We will be there soon.”
Groaning, I sat against my seat and looked outside.
“We’re here,”
he announced, making me open my eyes.
I was almost on the verge of sleeping after half an hour’s drive.
It’d been a long day.
Getting out of the car, he opened the door for me while I stretched my legs and let out a yawn.
But the sleepiness cleared the moment my gaze fell on the structure that stood across the vast lawn.
A beautiful two-story modern villa.
One whole side of it was covered with glass, while the other side was a combination of dark wood and white marble.
The lawn was surrounded by a colorful rose garden, a small cozy sitting area was situated in the middle.
It was gorgeous.
“You liked it?”
his low voice asked close to my ear.
I nodded, still not looking away from the beauty.
“Whose house is it?”
He stayed silent.
I could feel his gaze on me.
Once I looked up at him, he said, “I bought it last week.”
“It’s yours?”
I turned to the villa again.
So, this was the house he was busy buying and renovating.
“It’s beautiful.
But why did you need to buy a house when you already had so many?”
He watched me, intense gaze locked with mine.
“They were just houses.
I wanted a home for myself.
So I bought one for the near future.”
I blinked.
For his future?
“Come, let me show you inside.”
Securing my hand in his, he took me inside the building he wanted to make a home out of.
And I let him, still admiring the structure.
And again, I was left speechless.
The interior was more stunning than the exterior.
From the high ceiling, that was decorated with small lights and a huge crystal chandelier in the center to the gray and white walls, everything demanded attention.
The floor to ceiling glass windows were adorned with red lacy silk curtains.
Though not much furniture was spotted there.
Only some stuff sat on the dark hardwood floor, yet to unpack.
As he led me upstairs, still holding my hand, I asked, “How many rooms exactly are there?”
“Five bedrooms, two guestrooms, two extra for library and office, and another for gym.
In total, ten.
Six downstairs and four upstairs.
And yes, three more in the basement.”
Thirteen rooms!
“What in God’s name will you do with so many rooms?”
I gaped.
Letting out a husky chuckle, he opened the doors of a room.
A master bedroom.
Only a king-sized bed sat in the vast room.
Other furniture was yet to be brought there.
The walls were painted in light blue and white.
“I want a big family, Rosebud.
And children need a big home to play and grow up.”
At the image of him with little Aces running around the house, my heart bloomed with an unknown emotion.
But it withered away as soon as I thought of some girl who’d be the mother of his children.
“This is where my beautiful future wife will be living with me.
Our very own personal bedroom,” he said.
My chest squeezed as my eyes roamed the bedroom.
She’d be living here with him, sleeping with him on this bed…
But he said he wanted me…
Just because he was interested in me didn’t mean he’d see his future in me.
The nails digging into my palms brought me back from my disturbing thoughts.
The possessiveness and hurt I found in my inner thoughts unnerved me.
Why did he even bring me here to see his future home?
One moment he declared I was his, and the next moment he showed me his and his future wife’s bedroom?
“Is there anything else you want me to show?
Because I want to go home now.
I’m hungry and tired.”
My tone was clipped.
A small crease formed on his forehead, sensing my sudden change of mood.
Something flashed over his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Yes, there is.
Come with me.”
Even after my protest, he dragged me to the adjoined balcony.
And when I saw the view, my complaints died down.
The balcony was right above the rose garden.
Soft night breeze blowing across the open meadow ahead of us touched my face.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet mild fragrance of roses.
The full moon hung high right up in the sky.
“It’s more beautiful during the day.
Even the meadow is filled with flowers,” he spoke, standing close behind me.
Suddenly I wanted to come here during the daylight.
But with what right?
As a family friend he might be interested in and going to forget very soon?
A pressure built in my throat, choking me.
My eyes burnt with emotions crashing on my chest.
I shouldn’t have come here.
“I arranged dinner for us.
Let’s go downstairs.”
When he aimed for my hand, I stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling cold.
A frown etched between his brows.
“I want to go home now.
Can we just do that?”
“Emerald, you—“
“Please, Ace.
I’m tired.”
I was tired of my emotions, my lack of control.
I was tired of my constant fighting.
With jaw tight, he nodded and led me outside, again, holding my hand in his.
It seemed to become his habit.
I tried to get away, but again, he didn’t have any of my protests.
On our way back outside, I saw a huge portrait leaning against a wall in the open room he said would be his office.
The portrait was covered with a white sheet, but I could see the end.
Only a pair of feminine hands could be seen, a blue diamond ring adorned her ring finger.
Whose picture is that?