He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 229

The iron gates behind her slowly opened. The security guard at the entrance seemed to already know exactly who she was. "Ms. Lane, please take this cart."

It was a thousand-foot walk from the gates to the villa, so a small golf cart was waiting to shuttle her up the driveway.

Juniper sat down in complete silence.

The staff member driving didn't utter a single word either.

When they arrived outside the front doors, the guard simply said, "Mr. Saint is waiting inside."

She glanced at the massive estate. She vaguely remembered Lydia posting pictures of this place on social media. It was the bridal mansion the Saint family had bought for Nelson.

A wave of pure nausea rolled through her stomach. Nelson truly knew exactly how to maximize her humiliation.

With a sickly pale face, she rang the doorbell.

Nelson answered the door himself. He was dressed in a crisp suit, evidently fresh off his date with Lydia. The heavy, unmistakable scent of women's perfume still clung to him.

He looked her up and down, raising a mocking eyebrow. A cruel smirk played on his lips. "Looking a little reluctant, aren't we?"

He bent down, retrieved a pair of women's slippers, and tossed them at her feet.

There were several other pairs of women's shoes neatly arranged in the entryway. They undoubtedly belonged to Lydia.

Juniper dug her fingernails painfully into her palms, violently suppressing the urge to vomit, and quickly slipped the shoes on.

There was a cake sitting on the dining table. It was lopsided and amateurish. It was hard to believe Nelson's elite assistants would ever order something so ugly.

Nelson walked over to it, his tone casual. "Perfect timing. Have some cake with me first."

He flipped off the main lights and struck a match to light a single candle. Just as the flame caught, Juniper's voice pierced the dark.

"Let's establish the exact terms of our transaction. How many times does Mr. Saint intend to sleep with me for the money?"

The smirk vanished from Nelson's face. The match burned dangerously close to his fingertips.

He looked up at her. Her expression was utterly void of emotion. It was as if she had no idea today was his birthday.

Or perhaps she did know, and she simply didn't care.

Her entire mind was consumed by the Lane family. Those pathetic people who had abandoned her and cast her aside were apparently worth selling her own body to save.

Suddenly, Nelson felt completely, overwhelmingly bored. He blew the candle out.

Without the main lights on, only the faint glow from the courtyard illuminated the room, casting their faces in shadows.

He stared at the cake for a few seconds. It really was ugly. Because he hadn't bought it.

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