Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 17

Grace

His house is more luxurious than I anticipated. It’s like a castle straight out of a fairytale, painted blue and white.

As the car pulls into the driveway, a man dressed in a black butler’s suit opens my side of the door.

I peek up at the old man before stepping out of the car. My heart beats furiously inside my chest, protesting against these sudden changes in my life.

“ Come on, Little Butterfly. ” Tristin urges, walking up the stairs like he owns the place. Which he does, I mean.

Ignoring the strange feeling in my stomach, I follow him inside the white main door.

My jaw hangs low just as I step in. Being a child of a wealthy family myself, I am never surprised about the extravagance of places but his house is something else.

Every corner, the crystal chandelier that hangs in the middle of the sitting area, the white and blue themed walls, and the carefully designed interior—everything oozes power and money.

“ Tristin Darling, you are late. You missed our dinner. ” A warm female voice scolds.

My cheeks blush as I close my hanging jaw and whip around to face the woman on my right.

I have seen my fair share of elegant women too, but I have never seen a woman so pretty in her old age. She is like the epitome of beauty, with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Her small and petite frame adds to her graceful image.

And she is frowning at Tristin.

“ Mom, things happen. We can have dinner tomorrow. ” He replies, smoothly placing his hand on her shoulder.

Like an awkward addition to the room, I fidget with my fingers. The fact that I am still dressed in the drenched nightie with Tristin’s coat draped over my frame…is killing me.

“ Why are you drenched, Honey? ” The woman’s eyes widen as she finally notices her son’s attire.

“ Mom, as I said, things happened. ” He shrugs, suddenly radiating a golden retriever energy.

Is he the same man who always has a dark look in his eyes? I can’t believe that. All the more reason to be wary of him.

“ You can get sick and— ”

The woman’s eyes suddenly land on me, and she pauses. Surprise crosses her expression, her mouth still open.

“ And who is that pretty thing? ” She asks, her voice still sweet.

Her gaze switches between me and Tristin, as she blinks. I fold my arms across my chest, finding myself too out of place to fit even in the corner.

“ I… ” I trail off nervously.

“ She is my guest, Mom. Please prepare a room for her and let her settle in. ” Tristin says nonchalantly and walks forward as if he is leaving.

“ Tristin. ” Unconsciously, I squeal.

The woman’s eyes go round on me as an odd smile touches her lips. It matches the smile of Ethan’s grandmother whenever she is about to tell me about having babies.

So pestering and scheming. I shudder.

“ Take a bath, change into fresh clothes, and eat something, Little Butterfly. We will talk tomorrow morning. ” Tristin says, without stopping or shooting me another look.

Is he…running away?

It seems like it. His speed is impressive.

And I am standing here, turning left and right as if finding something interesting to look at. Or to find something to say in my mind.