Take Me Away novel Chapter 12

Spencer stood at the door for some time. He grew nervous in an instant as Fiona moved a little in her sleep.

'Fiona, I was the same age as you when my mother died. The happy life I'd dreamed of at eighteen was quickly destroyed. Do you have any idea how much I hate you? I don't know who else to hate.'

Suddenly, the phone rang in the living room.

With a frown, Spencer regained his composure and went to answer it "Hello? Okay, I get it. I'll be right there."

The noise interrupted Fiona's slumber. Hoping to figure out what was going on, she slowly got out of bed and tiptoed her way to the open door. She got there just in time to catch Spencer on his way out in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" Fiona blurted out.

He stopped, turned around, and said, "There's an emergency I have to deal with."

"Are you leaving?" Fiona frowned.

"Yes." When Spencer went to open the door, she stopped him.

"What about me?" she asked, a little anxious.

Spencer stared at her for a few seconds and said, "You can stay here. I'll be back before the weekend and take you to the city."

Fiona nodded, "Okay, be careful."

He cleared his throat and said, "Hmm."

With that, he finally opened the door and walked out.

Fiona found her way to the balcony. Looking down, she could see Spencer striding forward with Johnson by his side, a serious look on his face. He then took out his mobile phone purposefully.

Sure enough, the man looked devastatingly handsome.

She pursed her lips as a thought suddenly occurred to her. Perhaps she could design a necklace for men. It would be the perfect entry for the ZR Company's jewelry design competition!

With that in mind, Fiona rushed downstairs. As soon as she was out of the building, she caught sight of Johnson.

"Hi, Johnson!" Fiona called out.

"Hi, Fiona! Why are you out here?" he asked, smiling

"Oh, I'm going back to my room." She gave him a faint smile. "Has Spencer left?"

"He just left," he said and scratched his head. "Fiona, Spencer said that while he is away, you're to stay in his place. We will be moving your things here soon. You won't have to move back."

"I'm staying here?" Fiona asked in surprise.

"Yes. You'll be staying in Spencer's house and that your meals are to be brought to you. If there's nothing else, you shouldn't go out. Otherwise..." Speaking of this, Johnson suddenly stopped and smiled dryly at Fiona.

"Otherwise what?" Fiona was confused.

"Nothing! Spencer asked me to keep you safe," he said hurriedly.

'Did he really say that?' Fiona thought with a frown. She hadn't expected him to say something that sweet.

Johnson was relieved when Fiona didn't ask him any further questions. Because what Spencer had really said was, "Look after her. Tell her not to go out unless it's necessary. Also, don't let her seduce people like you!"

Once she was back to the second floor, they started bringing up the dishes from the canteen, filling the table.

There were many dishes on the table, all of which were to help revitalize the blood.

"Why are there so many dishes?" She was a little taken aback by the sheer number.

"We'd originally planned this meal for both you and Spencer. But since he has something to do, he left without eating his share. Fiona, please make sure to eat these dishes. They are good for your health," the chef responded absent-mindedly.

"Did Spencer ask you to do cook these dishes?" Fiona wondered.

"Yes."

"Why don't you invite others to dine with me? It will be a waste considering I can't eat them all," Fiona pointed out.

"That's not possible!" He shook his head. "Spencer doesn't like others coming here. Please enjoy yourself, Fiona."

After saying that, the man ran away as if being chased.

"Alas..." With a resigned expression, she sat down at the table and began to eat alone.

Looking at the dishes on the table gave her pause. Did Spencer tell the cook to cook all these dishes? Why would he do that? The man was making her more and more confused as the days went by. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to kill her; other times, it felt like he cared about her.

'What are we supposed to do now, Spencer? How am I supposed to face you in the future?'

It was very quiet in the house. The night was as cold as the water, with the stars sparkling in the sky.