Crazy Billionaire, What Do You Want From Me? novel Chapter 4

Elizabeth’s POV

Stifling a yawn, I head downstairs, running my eyes quickly, over the numerous doors in the hallway.

I wonder which room belongs to Ethan. The one next to mine?

Wait, why am I even concerned? Shaking sense back into my head, I hop down the stairs.

The maids are up already. Wow.

I presume most of them don’t know who I am since I got here very late last night. However, the kinds of looks I’m receiving right now are making me think otherwise.

I think they’ve all been informed about me. Ignoring the gazes, I help myself into the kitchen—it’s easy to locate, it doesn't even have a door.

“Good morning, Lizzy.” Moana smiles politely as soon as I walk in.

I hear her giving instructions to the cook and I return her smile with a sweet one. “Morning, Moana.”

I’m glad she isn’t referring to me as ‘ma’am’. Nice.

“Let me help you with that.” She collects the tray from my hand and moves to drop it in the sink.

“Did you sleep well, Lizzy?” She pulls back to read my face.

“You bet, I did.” I’m grinning from ear to ear.

I really did enjoy my sleep. The bed’s soft and smooth…

I see her mouth move again but I don’t hear what she’s saying ‘cause something else catches my attention. A sound.

My ears perk up to be sure I heard what I think I just heard, and I hear it, again.

Damn.

“Is someone leaving?” I ask curiously, pulling my forehead into a frown.

It’s the sound of a car revving…

Please, God, let it not be what I’m thinking.

“Oh, that’s Mr. Ethan—”

Immediately I hear the name ‘Ethan’, I don’t wait to hear Moana finish her sentence. My heart skips a bit and I rush out of the kitchen.

It’s exactly what I think it is.

How can someone be so wicked and self-centred? He’s going to leave me all by myself, in this huge house—with strangers. Damn!

I rush outside through the front door and stand in the driveway. My chest heaves uncontrollably from shortage of breath and I fold my arms across my chest.

I tap my foot on the ground agitatedly, waiting as the black Maybach draws nearer and nearer.

I see the confused expression on the chauffeur’s face through the windscreen, and I smirk at him.

‘Soon enough, you’ll know what’s up.’

Slowly, he let the car stop a few inches in front of me.

I look away from him and plant my gaze on the pervert sitting in the back seat. He’s looking directly at me with a smug grin on his face. I glare at him.

‘You wait till I slap that stupid look off your face, stupid pervert.’