From his grip, Xanthea could feel, oh no, he was really scared, and worse, angry!
She quickly got to her feet and grabbed his hand with a look of guilty. “Orion, I'm so sorry, I had no idea it would scare you.”
The floor was not just splattered with strawberry juice but also scattered with fresh green leaves. She had thought he was clever enough to see right through her prank and just be momentarily stunned.
Her hand was brushed off, but she quickly grabbed it again. “I was wrong, I really was. Please, don’t be mad, okay?”
She looked up, unexpectedly meeting his icy, bone-chilling gaze and the thunderous anger barely contained in his furrowed brows. His expression scared her into silence.
“Ma’am, ma’am, are you there?”
Suddenly, the housekeeper’s anxious voice echoed from the doorway.
He had been directing workers by the lake when he received a call from the young master, alerting him to a potential danger to the madam. He rushed over in a panic, and seeing the two of them safe, he was slightly relieved. But the atmosphere between them seemed off.
“Secure the estate, lock all the gates. No one is allowed in or out.”
The housekeeper: “Right away!”
Xanthea was stunned by his hoarse, harsh command.
His voice?
And why suddenly secure the estate?
As she stood puzzled, her hand was forcefully released, and the sound of the door slamming shut isolated her completely.
Xanthea stood there for a moment, then started banging on his door. “Orion, Orion, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
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