Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 448

Janet’s heart trembled violently, like a captured fawn. She could feel it pounding rapidly.

She turned away, not wanting to face him.

Her actions were flustered, as if she was avoiding something.

After a while, Liam finished smoking his cigarette and stood up.

“Let’s go!”

Janet stood up as well, asking, “Where are we going?”

“A house that cost more than ten million—don’t you want to take a look?”

The two of them walked out of the Oriental Hotel and got into Liam’s off-road vehicle.

The car started up and sped along the road.

Soon enough, they arrived at the foot of Anshan.

Janet had not come back for many years. To think that everything here was still the same. The green bricks and tiles, the stream beneath the bridge—even after coming back here more than ten years later, nothing felt strange or unfamiliar in the slightest.

She could still remember the time when she was sent here for drawing classes as a child. It had been brief, but wonderful.

After asking Liam what he thought, he said that he would not go in, so she got out of the car herself.

She pushed the gates open and walked into the old house alone.

The house was not large. Its structure was reminiscent of the courtyard houses of yesteryear, but it was not exactly the same. Upon entrance, one would see an enormous screen wall, which bore an inscription carved by Master Jenkins himself.

The yard was overgrown with weeds. It was clear that no one had been here for years.

There was a locust tree in the corner. According to what she remembered, it had been planted when she was here.

The seedling of the past had grown into a towering tree today, with its leafy branches spreading over the wall and extending outwards, providing shade for the entire corner of the wall.

How full of memories this place was!

She walked to the main door and opened it. A sprinkling of dust fell over her head.

It was dim inside the house. She located the switch from memory and turned on the light with a flick.

The old hanging lamp buzzed for a moment before finally, reluctantly, lighting up. Because no one was living here, the furniture in the house was covered in sheets of white cloth to keep out the dust. When the owner returned, it would take less work to clean the place up.

What a shame… The owner would never return!

She felt a pang of sorrow.

She opened the bedroom door.

There were two interconnected bedrooms. She recalled how, when she could not fall asleep back then, the master would gently pat her on the shoulder, comforting her and coaxing her to sleep.

Memories came rushing back to her like a tide. It was only now that she discovered there were many things she no longer thought about because she did not want to think about them, not because she had forgotten.

Those feelings that were imprinted into flesh and soul would never fade away!

She entered the room she had lived in when she was young. As she stared at the small wooden bed, she suddenly missed how she had felt, lying there.

Then, she gently lay down on the bed.

Now she was an adult. She had to curl up to fit onto the bed. It was not exactly a comfortable position, yet she felt an incomparable sense of comfort.

It was just like being a kid again! How naïve, how carefree.

She gently closed her eyes and was overcome by a sudden wave of exhaustion.

How long it had been since she had a good, long sleep!

She clenched her fists and said to herself, just sleep for a while, even if just for ten minutes.

She would give herself a ten-minute break.

……

“Patter!”

A strange sound suddenly came from the window.

Janet’s eyes flew open, her bright pupils glittering like icy stars.

In a low voice, she croaked, “Who’s there?”

The moment she spoke, a shadow whizzed past the window.

She rolled over and got up, swiftly pursuing the shadow outside.

It was around 7:00 pm by now. Twilight had descended and the streetlights were lit up. A cool autumn breeze swirled in the yard, but there was no one there.

She stood at the door, warily observing the surroundings.