He nods.
I grin. “So you don’t need to hide her anymore.”
He shakes his head. “No one knows about it. I’ll keep her hidden here until I become capable of protecting her.”
I smile. “It won’t take you long. Don’t worry.”
His face hardens with sheer determination.
“By the way,” I add carefully, “won’t your stepbrother’s death affect your condition?”
Matleon had him killed that very day he came here to intimidate Dex. He attacked me because of misinformation, his stepbrother thought Dex’s girlfriend was living in that apartment.
His expression turns thoughtful, a shadow crossing his face. “It shouldn’t, but I can’t be sure. My father isn’t taking his death well.”
Dex’s father married twice. His first wife, Dex’s mother, was cheated on with another woman. His stepbrother was around his age. A very powerful man in Australia, his father intended for the stepbrother to inherit everything. But according to his grandfather’s will, all assets under the grandfather’s name belong to Dex. That’s the root of it all.
His stepbrother wanted to eliminate him, but since he couldn’t kill him directly, he targeted his girlfriend’s life instead. Everyone knows how much he loves Aurora.
I’m glad his stepbrother got the wrong information about Aurora’s location, and that it was me instead of her.
I like seeing people madly in love.
Because it reminds you of your old days,my inner voice says. I scoff at it.
After the seminar, we decide to sit in the garden to discuss the plan ahead. The winter sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the grass.
My phone pings, and I see a message from none other than Satan.
“Why are you sitting so close to him?”
I frown as I read his message again. It takes me a few seconds to realize he’s talking about Dex. I decide to ignore him and put my phone down. But another message pops up, and I lift my phone again.
“Don’t ignore my texts, Angel, unless you’re missing me and want me to come over.”
I close my eyes for a second, gritting my teeth, and type back: “I’m discussing things with him. Where do you think I should sit?”
His reply comes instantly, “I don’t like it. Get done with this discussion as soon as possible.”
A chill runs down my spine. He’s not here, then how does he know where I am and how I’m sitting? My eyes drift to my bodyguards standing a little distance away. Do they tell him these things?
I text him back. “How do you know where and with whom I’m sitting?”
“I have my eyes on you all the time, Angel.”
I roll my eyes at the screen, irritation mixing with unease. I have better things to do in life than play Sherlock Holmes about his stalking habits. I don’t like this, but I grit my teeth and swallow the discomfort. I only have to put up with this for two more weeks.
After twenty minutes, Dex opens his laptop, and starts noting down his updates. I lean back slightly, pull out my phone, and check the screen. It pings with a new message.
“Time’s up, Angel. Tell this Australian to fuck off.”
“Or should I send help?”
Why is this man behaving so territorial, and for absolutely no reason? Then again, since when has Matleon ever done anything reasonable?
I type back, pissed. “What is your problem, Matleon?”
His reply comes instantly. “Right now? That boy with blue eyes sitting so close to you that he can probably smell your vanilla scent.”
