It took me some time to realize that the direction Tiago had pointed was the exact location of the room I was in.
This sent shock down my spine. Before I could react, the white-suited man looked up.
He looked handsome, with delicate features. His lips pursed, and a hint of coldness radiated off him.
As soon as our eyes met, I froze. I was so scared that I stood stock still.
He withdrew his gaze and entered the villa, and I slowly moved away from the balcony.
Sitting on the bed, I grasped my chest. My heart was going a mile a minute. What a terrifying man.
There was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of the woman who'd delivered my meals. "Miss Reid, I'm coming in."
These were the only words that she had said to me that were in English in these past few days.
The door was pushed open, and she came in. She bowed. "Miss Reid, you need to dress up and go downstairs."
At last, she'd learned to say something else. This
was a first.
I pursed my lips and looked up at her. "Go downstairs?"
She nodded. "Mr. Kaleb is waiting for you downstairs. Do hurry."
I frown. Mr. Kaleb? Was she referring to the white-suited man who had entered the villa just now?
With that said, she then went to retrieve some clothes and jewelry, and entered the bathroom after to get the bathtub ready for me. It was clear that she wanted me to get ready as soon as possible.
Some time passed, and she finally turned to me, dissatisfied. I guessed she was done with my dawdling.
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