Chapter 213
Julie’s POV
I was in the car with this stranger... well, he didn’t feel like a total stranger because he knew my parents, and even my aunt, whom it turns out everyone knows but .
He saved , but I knew nothing of his identity. Those piercing gray eyes gave a shiver of fear, yet at the sa ti, they offered a strange sense of security I couldn’t explain. Right now, Robert must be worried sick about . Does he know I’ve been taken? Or has the kidnapper not called him yet?
I looked at him with curiosity and asked, "What is your na?"
He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his voice cool. "My na?"
"Yes," I said, twisting my hands nervously. "I don’t know your na."
"Call Jas," he replied.
"Mr. Jas," I began, trying to sound as appealing as possible, "thank you for saving . But please, take to... to my ho." Did I say ho? Yes, I couldn’t keep telling him to take to the restaurant.
"I told you," he said in a firm tone that brooked no argunt, "you are coming with to my house tonight. Tomorrow, I will return you to your ho."
My eyes widened, and my heart sank. My God! Was I really going to a stranger’s house? Maybe he’d try to rape , or choke ... maybe he was a psychopath who killed girls and locked them in the basent, or maybe—
"I am not a psychopath, nor a killer, nor a rapist," he interrupted suddenly, his voice steady. "Calm down."
Damn it! How did he know what I was thinking? I jumped in my seat and stamred, "I-I wasn’t thinking that!"
"Based on your expression, you most certainly were," he said with a faint, mocking edge. "You aren’t exactly skilled at hiding your emotions."
Was he a psychiatrist or sothing? I felt my face flush with embarrassnt.
"Tell about this manager of yours..." he said suddenly. "What’s his na? Robert?"
I tensed up, trying to keep my wits about . "What should I tell you?"
"A girl your age, what does she do for work? I’m curious," he said, stealing a glance at my features.
I tried desperately not to reveal my real situation or the nature of my relationship with Robert. "I work as a waitress."
"A waitress?" he repeated, his voice thick with skepticism.
"Yes," I insisted.
"I see," he replied coldly.
Anxiety began to seep back into my skin. "Mr. Jas," I pleaded, "why don’t you just take to my parents’ house? I’m not comfortable going to your ho."
He looked at out of the corner of his eye and said with an eerie calmness, "Don’t worry, Julie... I won’t hurt you."
He looked old enough to be my father, but I still wasn’t at ease going to his house. Suddenly, the car stopped at a massive iron gate that opened automatically. We entered.
There was a vast garden stretching on both sides, with towering trees obscuring everything beyond. We drove for quite a distance until a magnificent mansion ca into view, taking my breath away.
Damn! Am I at the White House? "Who are you?" I gasped, unable to hide my shock. "Are you a king or a prince?"
He chuckled softly. "I’m just an ordinary person."
"There is nothing ordinary about any of this!" I said, staring at the massive pillars and the intricate architecture.
The car ca to a halt. "Get out," he said quietly.
I stepped out of the car, staring at the sheer wealth before my eyes. Well, maybe this man wasn’t so bad... yes, he had just killed a man, but he deserved it for trying to assault .
"Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there?" he asked, walking toward the entrance.
I followed him with hesitant steps. Inside, my jaw dropped; the place looked like a genuine Victorian palace. "Your house is beautiful," I said, genuinely impressed.
"You like it?" he asked, watching my reaction.
"I love it!" I added, staring at the large oil paintings in their gilded fras. "I love this era... I an, the design of your ho is inspired by the Victorian period, and I’ve always loved that."
"It seems we have another thing in common," he said with a mysterious look.
"Another?" I asked, confused.
"Yes," he said with a faint smile. "The dimples... did you forget?"
I laughed awkwardly. "Oh, right. I forgot."
"Co with . I’ll show you your room," he said.
A maid rushed toward us, but he dismissed her with a sharp wave of his hand. We climbed the marble staircase to the upper floor, which was no less grand than the lower one. He opened a door, and I took a step back from the sheer beauty of it. For a mont, I completely forgot I had been kidnapped!
The room was like a princess’s chamber from an old novel. A massive four-poster bed made of hand-carved wood, with lace silk curtains hanging from it.
The walls were covered in wallpaper patterned with delicate classic flowers. In the corner sat a white marble fireplace topped with an oval mirror in an antique gold fra.
The crystal chandelier in the center scattered warm light over the luxurious Persian rugs, and a large window overlooked the garden with a plush reading chair.
He stood at the threshold, his gray eyes still watching with that strange calm. "Rest," he said. "I’ll order so clothes for you so you can shower."
I knit my brows and turned to him.
The idea of him ordering clothes for made feel awkward. "Order them?"
"I don’t have any won’s clothing here, unfortunately," he replied practically, his hand on the doorknob.
"Oh, there’s no need to order anything," I said quickly, rubbing my arms, which still bore the faint marks of the shackles.
"It’s no trouble," he answered with a firm but not unkind tone.
He left the room and closed the door quietly behind him, leaving alone. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, feeling my body sink into its softness, and began to think deeply.
How does he know my parents? This man is rich beyond rich. It seed impossible for him to be a friend to my simple father.
I put my head in my hands, my head throbbing with a headache. There was definitely sothing I didn’t know sothing hidden in my family’s history that connected this palace and this man "Jas" to us.
[It was ti to write a flashback to reveal the hidden secrets. ]
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