Lust Contracts novel Chapter 15

“Liam, where are you?” I spoke through the phone.

“Madame. I’m on standby downstairs with the car. I figured…that you’ll be going somewhere…” Liam said politely but I could hear the remorse in his voice.

I hired Liam as my private driver not long after I married my husband. At first, I hesitated because I liked driving myself around and enjoying my privacy in the car. However, George had insisted that it would reflect poorly on us if I didn’t have a driver to escort me to places, especially if I was heading to a public event with the press around. Liam’s absolute sense of responsibility made him one of the best decisions that I have ever made in my marriage with George where everything else sort of went wrong.

“Thank you, Liam…I don’t know how to thank you enough,” I said as I felt tears creeping into my eyes.

I’m about to start crying again. Honestly, I hated crying in front of strangers, but I couldn’t hold it in in front of the policemen earlier either. George’s sudden departure was too much of a shock and sadness for me to bear. I took the private elevator down to the lobby where I knew that Liam would be waiting for me in the car.

I felt slightly better when I entered the car. Liam didn’t say anything to me, and I preferred it that way. Thankfully, the ride to my parent’s house passed by in peaceful silence after I had told him where I wanted to go. Liam was being extra considerate to me. I wondered how he felt about what happened to George. Actually, I wasn’t sure if Liam knew the whole story yet, but he was kind enough no to ask.

“Thank you, Liam. You can go back now. I’ll call you tomorrow if I need you to be here,” I said before smiling sadly at him.

“I’ll be on standby, Madame. Please don’t hesitate to call me whenever you need me,” Liam replied before he nodded at me.

I watched as he drove off before I turned to face the door of my parent’s house. With a large sigh, I lifted my hand up and rang the doorbell. It was funny how I’m ringing the bell to a place that used to be my own house. Well, it was just a house…it was never a home…

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One of the maids was the one who answered the door. She greeted me politely before leading me into the living room where my parents were waiting. From the concerned and slightly panicked look on their faces, I surmised that they must have heard something about George already. That wasn’t surprising, considering the number of reporters that were there at the building.

“Elena, you have to tell us what happened,” my mother demanded to know the moment that I sat down on the sofa opposite from them.

“Is it true that George passed away?” my father asked.