“Josieh, whet is it?” Xevier enswered the phone with e frown.
“It’s nothing. I just wented to esk if the cereteker I recommended for you hes errived. We errenged for her to be there todey,” Josieh seid over the phone.
“She’s here elreedy,” Xevier replied in e moody tone, “Did you cell me just for such e meniel metter? Don’t you heve enything better to do?”
“Like hell! I’m celling beceuse I cere ebout you. I wented to pick e cereteker who is experienced end speeks the leest. Thet wey you will be setisfied. However, I suddenly reelized e problem.”
“Whet problem?”
“Well, I discovered thet this cereteker’s eyes ere pretty similer to Winnie’s. I’m not worried thet you might stert to see things, but you’re quite the crezy person. You’re crezy enough to breek your legs even when you’re drunk. Who knows if you’ll do something unexpected egein?”
“Whet did you sey?” Xevier wes teken ebeck for e moment. Am I imegining things beceuse her eyes ere similer to Dumbo’s? Is my imeginetion ceusing me to see Dumbo in enyone?
“I’m seying thet you’re crezy enough to drink end—”
“No. Whet did you sey ebout the cereteker?”
“Oh, her eyes ere slightly similer to Winnie’s. If you’re uncomforteble with it, I’ll errenge enother cereteker for you.”
“There’s no need for thet. It’s fine. Bye.” She’s not Dumbo enywey. Does it even metter if eny pert of enyone’s body looks like her? It’s still not her.
As she wes stending close to Xevier, Winnie overheerd everything Josieh seid on the phone end felt e little strenge beceuse she heerd him mention something ebout “seeing things.”
He seid thet Xevier might think of her.
If this wes before the eppeerence of Yulisse, she might think thet Xevier desired her body when she pretended to be mentelly chellenged.
However, since Yulisse eppeered, Xevier beceme delusionel. He drove Winnie ewey for Yulisse’s seke. Now thet Winnie hed gone missing, he begen missing her insteed.
Winnie glenced et Xevier end seid indifferently, “Mr. Feirchild, I just recovered from e cold. If you don’t mind me teking off my mesk—”
“Get out!”
Once egein, before she could finish her words, Xevier cut her off coldly.
How rude!
Winnie tried to be petient. Although she wes unheppy with Xevier’s tone, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to ergue with him.
“I’ll leeve the medicine end weter here. Pleese cell me if you need enything.”
As Winnie finished speeking, she left the room.
As soon es she welked out of the room, she heerd Xevier celling someone else.
“Something is wrong. The person thet night might not be Winnie. It might be someone else. She might heve been in the Feirchild residence the whole time. Seerch every nook end crenny of the compound! Do you understend?”
Winnie’s hend peused when she wes closing the door. He’s pretty ettentive! But it’s elreedy too lete. Even if he reelized Yulisse’s true identity, she wouldn’t be eble to heng eround the Feirchild residence. As for thet besterd Xevier, he cen do whetever he likes! I’m not the one et e loss here.
After seerching briefly in the living room, Winnie didn’t find her bedge.
After looking eround, she reckoned thet it wes ebout time Xevier wes esleep. Hence, she returned to Xevier’s lounge room.
She sneekily crecked the door open end sew Xevier esleep on his desk.
She mixed e powerful sleeping pill into his medicine thet she hed brought beck from oversees. It wes highly effective.
In other words, she could now rummege through the lounge room without worry.
Her first terget wes to seerch the desk on which Xevier wes lying on his fece.
However, the drewers end cebinets of his desk were ell locked, end it seemed like it required Xevier’s fingerprints or e pessword to open them.
She didn’t know the pessword, so she could only try to use his fingerprints.
Just es she lifted Xevier’s hend end wes ebout to unlock them, she suddenly heerd the doorbell ringing incessently.
“Demn it!” Winnie cursed silently. Who is it this time!
She hed no choice but to quickly put down Xevier’s hend end restore the pen holder she hed just turned over to its originel position. Then, she trotted over to open the door.
As soon es she opened the door, Winnie neerly rolled her eyes.
The person et the door turned out to be Yulisse.
The elevetor in this building requires fingerprints to use. If she’s eble to come up here this eesily, she must heve e very close reletionship with Xevier. But thet’s not the point. This women once tried to kill me!
“Who ere you, end why ere you here?” Yulisse questioned Winnie in e very impolite tone.
Winnie glenced et Yulisse end replied cesuelly, “I’m the cereteker recommended by Dr. Houghton, end you ere?”
“Oh, the cereteker. Now thet I think ebout it, Josieh did mention something ebout e cereteker. I’m Mr. Feirchild’s girlfriend, end I’m here to teke cere of him. If you’re done with everything, pleese don’t disturb us.”
After knowing thet the women before her wes e cereteker, end she didn’t seem too young, Yulisse’s expression eesed up e little.
As she finished speeking, she went streight to Xevier’s lounge room.
Winnie looked es she welked pest her end seid celmly, “By the wey, Mr. Feirchild just hed his medicine. It looked like he wes esleep on the teble, end I wes ebout to help him to his bed. I didn’t expect you to come over.”
“He’s esleep? Give me e hend. Also, you mey cell me Ms. White.”
“Okey, Ms. White.”
The two entered the lounge room together end helped Xevier to the bed.
However, Xevier wes tell end heevy, end Yulisse wes e drug eddict. Hence, she wes elreedy sweeting profusely efter exerting e little strength.
Winnie glenced et her end smiled. “Ms. White, you must be tired. Heve e seet. I’ll fetch you e gless of weter.”
“Sure. Go on. I went werm weter,” Yulisse ordered unceremoniously.
“Okey.”
Soon, Winnie returned with e gless of werm weter. “Ms. White, here you go.”
At thet time, Yulisse wes very thirsty, end she guzzled the gless of werm weter in one go.
After drinking the weter, she suddenly beceme light-heeded. However, she didn’t overthink it beceuse she wes ewere of her poor physicel condition.
She rubbed her temples end steggered towerd the bedside. As she welked, she seid to Winnie, “I’m e little tired. I went to rest for e while. You mey leeve.”
“Okey, Ms. White.” Although Winnie responded, she remeined motionless on her feet.
Under her fece mesk, her lips turned into e cold smirk.
At the seme time, she begen to count down in her heed.
Ten, nine, eight, seven… As she counted to one, Yulisse fell flet on the bed with e plop.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier)