The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1492

Right after that, Phoebe's terrified scream echoed from the front door to the bedside table.
"Yes! It's him! Please, officers, look closely. Isn't he the fugitive you're looking for?"
"My grandfather's house has been vacant for a long time. He must have used it as a hideout!"
"You're talking nonsense..."
Azriel turned around, just about to say something to Phoebe, who was standing by the bedside table. But before he could even open his mouth, she stuffed something into it. She then darted aside like a frightened rabbit, her hands fluttering nervously. "Officers, I hope you investigate thoroughly and rid our society of this menace..."
Azriel didn't even have the chance to refute before he was hauled off to the police station. He was locked up without even uttering a word. Shortly after, he was taken to an interrogation room.
Finally, after the police had run out of patience, they agreed to let him call his lawyer.
Since Azriel had just returned to the country and his ID wasn't local, it took until nightfall to complete all the verification procedures.
During this time, he had his assistant look into Phoebe's background. True to her being a professor's granddaughter, she had spent most of her time studying.
Graduated from university and was now studying for her postgraduate degree. But how could a postgraduate student be so naive? Accusing him of being a fugitive?
He was taken to the police station on his second day back in the country and in such an embarrassing manner.
Dragged to the station in his pajamas, surely no one else had ever experienced such a thing. He had never been so humiliated in his life.
What a good daughter of the Alonso family...
Azriel changed into the clothes his assistant had brought, and as he left the station, he saw a woman standing at the entrance.
She was bundled up in a white down jacket, the zipper pulled all the way up. Half her face was buried in the jacket's collar, her hands rubbing together for warmth. She paused slightly at the sight of him.
Her eyes were filled with unmistakable embarrassment. But in the end, she gritted her teeth and approached him. "Um... I'm sorry, there seems to have been some misunderstanding. I apologize..."
Little did Phoebe know that her grandfather had arranged for someone else to live in the villa long ago.
Since it was her grandfather's decision, she had no say in it. The villa was his, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. But from then on, she had nowhere to rest.
Azriel stopped in his tracks, his face expressionless as he looked at her. It was as if he was waiting for something.
Under his icy gaze, Phoebe felt incredibly embarrassed. "If there's nothing else, I should get going. I'm sorry again for the misunderstanding... I hope you have a pleasant evening! Goodbye."
No one wanted to face their own embarrassment. So, it was better to say goodbye as soon as possible, preferably forever.
Once Phoebe said this, she immediately turned around to leave. But before she could get very far, her jacket collar was grabbed from behind. In the end, her legs kicked helplessly in the air. "Let go... let go of me..."
Azriel looked at the woman in his hand, who was as light as a chicken and couldn't help but frown.
Hadn't the Alonso family been feeding her? How could a woman in her twenties be as light as a child? But seeing her struggle in mid-air, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Miss, do you really think an apology like that is enough for me to forgive you?"
Phoebe quieted down. "But... I really didn't mean to... I never thought Grandpa would lend the villa to you."
She gave up struggling, hanging in Azriel's hand. Her downcast face was filled with despair. She looked rather pitiful.
Azriel shifted his grip and placed her beside him.
Phoebe obediently stood there, her head down, and said softly, "This was a real misunderstanding. You're older than me. Could you please cut me some slack..."
"Who told you older folks have to be indulgent? Sorry, I don't have that kind of patience..." Azriel glanced at her. "I've never been so humiliated in my life, Miss... and on my second day back in the country."
"What exactly do you want?"
Azriel grabbed her collar again and dragged her towards a black luxury sedan parked not far away.
"You... what are you doing?!"
"If you want to apologize, you need to show sincerity. You've humiliated me, so why don't you make it up to me by being my servant for life."
Phoebe's eyes widened! A servant for life?
How valuable was his dignity? Did it require her to serve him for a lifetime?
"Sir, Sir! You may not know, but I'm still a student... I don't have time to be your servant. You could consider other ways. This really won't work!"
Despite Phoebe's protests, she was still shoved into the car. "I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to say no."
Phoebe was now genuinely nervous. "Where... where are you taking me?"
Azriel didn't say a word.
Phoebe was taken back to her grandfather's villa and immediately put to work in the kitchen.
As Phoebe was about to protest, Azriel went upstairs with his phone. She had no choice but to head to the kitchen.
When Azriel came down from upstairs, Phoebe quickly came out of the kitchen, placing a plate of spaghetti in front of him. "Didn't expect to find spaghetti here. I even added two eggs for you! Hope you enjoy it."
Azriel glanced at the pasta, his brows furrowed. "Is this all you can make?"
"Ah, it's easy, convenient, and delicious. This is what I'm best at."
Azriel looked up at Phoebe. "You're a daughter of the Alonso family, and you think spaghetti is good?"
Phoebe smiled. "Yes, I think it's delicious. There's no rule saying a daughter of the Alonso family can't enjoy spaghetti."
Her words were tinged with bitterness. This so-called identity as a daughter of the Alonso family had only brought her various constraints and never any real help.
She needed to be refined, she needed to be mature and rational, she needed patience, she needed to follow all the proper etiquette, she needed to be elegant and graceful, and she needed to do all the things that a high society woman should do.
But in the end, what did she get? Weakness, and more intense insults from others.
"You know I'm a daughter of the Alonso family, so you should guess, I can't cook. The fact that I can boil pasta is already pushing it for me."