Chapter 391 Going Out
Tessa had already taken her seat at the dining table. Feeling the man’s gaze on her, she nearly buried her whole face in her bowl. She didn’t dare face someone like Victor–someone who could casually strip another person’s clothes without blinking an eye.
He was dangerous. Even from a distance, Victor could sense the tension radiating from Tessa.
Lighting a cigarette, he took a drag and asked, “Did you lock your door last night?” His voice broke the silence.
Tessa’s hand trembled as she held the spoon, which dropped straight into her bowl. She nodded nervously. “Yeah.”
Victor looked at her. Smoke curled in the air, blurring his expression, but Tessa could still feel the weight of his stare pressing down on her.
She didn’t dare speak again. Her hand shaking, she fished the spoon out of the bowl, scooped some porridge, and fed it into her mouth.
Victor asked, “What do you think I’d do to you?”
Tessa shook her head quickly, stammering, “N–no… nothing. You wouldn’t… You’re not interested
in me.”
At least, that was what she gathered from Star’s information. Victor wasn’t into her type.
Victor said, “Then why did you lock the door?”
Tessa froze. Was she not allowed to lock the door? She was a woman–wasn’t it natural to have a sense of self–protection? She screamed inside her head but didn’t dare say a word out loud. She’d seen Victor’s violent side. She was terrified of provoking him into doing something drastic.
When Tessa didn’t respond, Victor chuckled coldly. “Starting tonight, no more locking the door.”
At his words, her hand shook again. The spoon nearly dropped a second time. She looked up at Victor with a wounded expression. “Why?”
It was hard enough just being in the same house with him. Did she not deserve even a shred of peace when she slept?
Victor didn’t reply. He just stared at her coldly. That looks so terrifying.
Tessa lowered her head in defeat and whispered, “Okay.” She was under someone else’s roof. She had to accept the reality of living by their rules. She needed to call Star soon and have her get to the bottom of all this.
Clear things up, fix the situation, and get away from this devil as soon as possible.
Victor said. “Eat faster.”
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“W–why?” It was bad enough she didn’t have peace when sleeping. Now she wasn’t allowed any freedom while eating either?
Victor said, “We’re going out.”
Tessa panicked. Go out? Where? God, no. What if they ran into another life–or–death situation? She only had one life, and she intended to keep it.
“Where are we going? Is it dangerous?” She asked. her voice tense. She was scared of Victor, yes, but those past encounters had terrified her even more.
Until she figured out what had happened with her mother, she didn’t want to go anywhere. She just wanted to stay somewhere absolutely safe.
Victor tapped his cigarette. replying coolly, “Could be dangerous.”
Tessa’s heart leapt to her throat. Mind going blank for a moment, she blurted out, “I’m not going.”
She’d die. If she went through that kind of thing again, she really would die. And she didn’t want
to die.
Victor said, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
Tessa shook her head firmly. I’m still not going. Who cared about promises? In a chaotic situation, with bullets flying by her ears, even a small mistake could be fatal.
Victor might believe in his guarantee. She didn’t. She absolutely refused to go.
Victor narrowed his eyes at her. “It’s not up to you
Tessa went silent. Her already anxious heart started to pound uncontrollably after hearing that. She couldn’t eat anymore and couldn’t drink either.
Victor glanced at his watch, then at the clothes she had on. “You have ten minutes. Go change and put on some makeup.”
Tessa said, “I’m really not going.
Her lips were pressed tight, eyes misty with tears as she looked at him. Her whole demeanor was one of subtle but stubborn resistance.
Victor’s aura turned colder. “You have eight minutes. And you know I’m not asking.
Tears welled up even more in Tessa’s eyes. Even the way she looked at Victor now carried traces
of resentment.
Victor sighed, a little annoyed. “Still not moving?”
Women really are troublesome. No wonder Abraham has the patience to coar Ms. Dawson–it was a habit built since childhood.
