Love You Or Hate You, I Can't Decide, Book2 novel Chapter 188

   Episode-188 "why am I here?"

  Celeste's POV:

    They both ignored

me, and kept driving.. I noticed the speed of the car, it's fast. After 10

minutes, the car stopped.. but Ernest didn't said anything to me.. what is

wrong with him? his silence is scary...

   As soon as the car

stopped he got down, without words he just got down. I noticed he walked in

this house after he typed the code.  This

is private property.... But whose....

    I sat there in the

car like stupid... Davis opened the car door for me and said, "Ma'am... you should

go in... Sir.. is angry..." I know he is angry, that means he will do something to

me... he will torture me...

  I got down and said,

"I should return.. I don't want to face him if he is angry." I took few steps

when Davis said, "I suggest don't make him more angry...... you know his anger, you

know what he can do..." I looked at Davis, I am angry on him but what he said is

right... I surely don't want Ernest to direct his anger on my family...

   Davis said, "Ma'am...

you made a mistake.... Please don't test Prince Ernest's silence..." I looked at

the half open door.... I sigh, Davis is right.... I will be putting my love once in

danger...

   I walked in through

the door. I closed it behind me..... as I walk in I found myself in a huge hall,

modern furniture.... What is this place?... I looked around to find him when my

eyes landed on Ernest's picture covering the wall, this picture determines him

well, prideful and dominant and dark aura... so is this his place.. how many

house he has... but where is he?

   I heard footsteps, I

looked behind I saw Price Ernest walking to the chair, his coat was on the sofa

and he had a glass of alcohol.....  he

looked at me and then diverted his gaze, what.. what is he thinking...

   He didn't went to

the chair but passed walking to the window and drinking... what is he thinking?..

his silence is darker than his anger....

   I shouldn't be

scared. I asked, "Sir-" he cut my words by saying coldly, "I am not in mood of

buls*it..." I am scared.. I remained silent.. he didn't spoke for few minutes..

he was just drinking... my feet hurt.. I haven't moved from this place...

      After the drink

was done, he kept the glass aside, he turned to me and I asked, "why am I

here?" he said as moved close to me, "this place... I use to live here when I was

19.... I came here after long... really long..." He saying something that didn't make