The door on the other side opens, and Matleon enters, sitting beside me. He looks at his phone in my hand and smiles.
“Admiring my photography skills?”
If it had been any other day, I would have commented on his stalking, or on the fact that he was always watching me, but today I decide to stay silent. I hand his phone back to him. The driver gets in and starts the car.
“Yourgood friendDexter’s stepmother was behind this attack,” he says, looking out the window.
“Was it for Dex?” I ask, still horrified.
He glances at me, then speaks after a long, silent pause. “Dexter… and you, both of you.”
I lower my gaze to my lap, feeling relieved that we survived, yet equally terrified that something like this could happen again.
“It won’t happen again,” Matleon promises.
I look at him. “Thank you for saving us.”
His face remains hard for a few seconds before he smiles. “There is nothing to thank me for, Angel. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t save my fiancée?”
I purse my lips. “I don’t remember agreeing to marry you. How did I become your fiancée?”
His smile stretches wider. “I also don’t remember asking you, Angel. You became my fiancée the second I decided to marry you.”
I want to argue with him more about it, but I have neither the energy nor the mood. The gratitude I feel for him saving us clouds my thoughts.
I turn my head toward the window. We are about to reach my apartment. And soon, we are very close, yet the car doesn’t stop. I instantly look at Matleon.
“You will be staying with me.”
chapter 12
Iselyn
“You will be staying with me.”
I frown. All the good feelings of gratitude vanish, replaced by the first rise of anger. “Who decides that without asking me?”
“Your father and I. Two people concerned about your safety. There is no choice for you in this matter, you couldn’t say no.”
“But what’s wrong with my apartment? It’s perfectly safe.”
“It lacks advanced security systems. It can do nothing if someone decides to drop a very powerful bomb on you.”
My frown deepens, hurting my forehead. “Are you even listening to yourself? Who would drop a bomb on me?”
He shrugs. “Maybe some step-relative of yourgood friend. Who knows? The danger is unknown. We don’t know which relative of your friend might decide to kill you. So, for the time being, you will be staying with me.”
“You are taking advantage of the situation,” I grit.
He smirks. “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t.”
The car pulls into his parking. I get down, following him. “I don’t have my things here,” I tell him, walking toward the elevator.
“You will get them in an hour.”
I enter the elevator with him. “I don’t want other people touching my things.”
He nods. “Neither do I. That’s why robots will pack your things.”
