Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Got You

The rays of the setting sun were already bleeding through the heavy curtains of the room when Dorrent finally opened his eyes.

The heavy, paralyzing lethargy of the Somnus Root had held him under for hours, locking his senses in a deep, inescapable slumber that lasted until the evening. The moment his consciousness fully snapped back into reality, his hand instinctively reached out across the mattress, searching for the small, soft frame that had been pinned beneath him earlier.

But the sheets next to him were completely cold. Jannah was gone.

A sudden, sharp flash of irritation flared deep within his chest. Dorrent swung his legs out of the bed, not even bothering to change out of his work clothes as he strode out of the quarters and descended the grand marble staircase to look for her. The suffocating silence of the mansion was broken only by the faint, rhythmic clinking of silverware coming from the formal dining hall.

When he stepped through the archway, his eyes instantly narrowed into dangerous, lethal slits. Jannah was sitting at the long table, and right across from her was Shadron Valerius. The two of them were casually having a lavish dinner, chatting in low, murmured tones while the estate staff poured wine.

Without uttering a single syllable, Dorrent pulled out the head chair and sat down, joining them. The entire atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to absolute freezing temperatures. He didn’t talk too much—in fact, he remained completely, aggressively silent throughout the entire meal, refusing to touch the food on his plate. Instead, his dark gaze remained locked onto Jannah’s face, staring absolute daggers across the table at her with a raw, unhinged intensity that made the air hum with static. Both Jannah and Shadron frequently glanced up at him, openly wondering what the hell was wrong with the formidable CEO tonight, but no one dared to break the oppressive silence.

The moment dinner concluded and the household prepared to head to sleep, Jannah practically sprinted back to the safety of her private room, desperate to escape his suffocating glare.

She had barely closed her door when a heavy, authoritative knock rattled the wood. Before she could even answer, Dorrent pushed his way inside. He had a crystal cup filled with a dark crimson juice in his hand. He stepped directly into her personal space, his frame completely towering over her as he extended his arm, forcefully handing the cup to her.

Jannah looked at the dark liquid, her heart hammering against her ribs as she took a step back. "What is this? Why are you giving this to me?" she asked, her voice tight with absolute suspicion.

Dorrent’s face remained a flawless, unreadable mask, his eyes tracking the frantic rise and fall of her chest. "Drink it," he commanded, his deep voice a low, gravelly vibration in the quiet room. "It is a highly specialized berry blend imported directly from the GeeCee country. I just want your professional opinion on it as an herbalist."

Jannah didn’t trust him for a single fraction of a second. The memory of his chilling, silent hostility during dinner and the terrifying way he had been staring daggers at her across the table made her entire survival instinct scream in agony. She hesitated, her small fingers trembling as she refused to take the glass.

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