Rosy shrank back even more, nearly falling off the bed.
"Want to fall?" Captian's large hand grabbed me, pulling me away from the edge and back toward him. In an instant, our bodies pressed together, clothes still between us, but the warmth of his body seeped through unmistakably.
My heart almost stopped. "President Anderson, what are you doing?"
I tried to struggle, but his cold voice came immediately:
"If you really want me to do something to you, then keep struggling."
So that meant… if I stayed still, he wouldn't do anything?
Sometimes his words could still be trusted…
Feeling the heat from his body, I slowly stopped resisting, though confusion lingered in my chest.
A moment later, I heard steady breathing beside my ear.
I turned my head, Captian had actually fallen asleep. And sleeping very peacefully at that.
His eyes were closed, lashes long and thick, and even his usually pale face carried a faint blush. When he slept, he looked obedient… innocent even, like a well-behaved child, nothing like the dark, oppressive man he was when awake.
If only he behaved like this when awake.
That was the last thought in my mind before I drifted off.
The next morning,
When I woke up, the space beside me was cold.
I touched it, no warmth left at all. He must have been gone for a long time.
I pressed my lips together. I felt nothing. It wasn't like I wanted to see Captian anyway. Whenever he appeared, I felt only discomfort.
After tidying the bed, I left the suffocating room.
On my way out, I ran straight into Ronan.
He stared at me as if he'd seen a ghost. "Sister-in-law…"
Apparently, this woman, me, had some real ability. I stabbed President Anderson last night, and not only did I survive, I even slept in his room. Ordinary people didn't have the right to step foot in that room, much less sleep there.
Ronan's mind nearly overheated. The way he had teased me before, if Captian found out, he'd die for sure.
"Where is President Anderson?" I asked casually.
"Went to the company," he replied respectfully.
His sudden politeness felt strange. He must have lost his mind; he'd never treated me politely before.
I frowned but didn't show it. "Oh."
Stabbed in the back yet still went to work.
So cautious.
If the wound got infected and caused him trouble, maybe that would be good.
I thought with a hint of malicious satisfaction.
Downstairs,
Just as I was about to eat breakfast, barking erupted.
A large black German Shepherd charged in, barking wildly.
My whole body froze.
The vicious dog stared straight at me, snarling like it wanted to tear my throat open the next second. It looked even more terrifying than the huge yellow dog from my childhood that had always scared me.
Cold fear crawled up my spine.
For a moment, I even wanted to grab a fork from the table and stab it.
"What the.... who let the Shepherd loose?" Ronan rushed downstairs. When he saw the dog, his scalp tingled.
The dog was supposed to be locked in a cage in the backyard with dedicated handlers. How did it escape?
Thankfully it hadn't attacked me yet, otherwise, Captian would lose his mind.
Just then, the dog's handler ran inside.
When he saw the dog barking viciously at me in the center of the hall, his face turned white.
Everyone in the mansion knew who Rosy was.
Originally, they all thought I was just a "bed-warmer" sent by the Bailey family, someone who wouldn't survive three days in this mansion. But I had survived, not only that, but I was unharmed despite stabbing President Anderson.
Everyone had expected me to die tragically. But instead, Captian was treating me… as usual. Maybe even better.
Anyone else who stabbed President Anderson would've been tortured until wishing for death. But now…
It meant only one thing... President Anderson truly cared about me.
I might even become the future mistress of this mansion.
The handler's voice trembled. "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching it carefully during feeding."
He quickly grabbed the leash.
With the dog restrained, I finally released a shaky breath.
"Where did this Shepherd come from?"
"The President raised it," the handler answered respectfully.
I pressed my lips together.
The mansion already had so many guards. Why did he still need such a dangerous dog?
"Where is it usually kept? Why haven't I ever seen it?"
"It's kept in a steel cage in the backyard," he explained honestly.
I nodded.
I should definitely avoid the backyard from now on.
Captian was fierce, and apparently, so was his dog.
The handler hurried away with the dog.
Only when the Shepherd's silhouette disappeared did my muscles truly relax.
Ronan suddenly rushed over holding his phone.
"Sister-in-law, the President wants you to bring him his medicine."
"What medicine?" I blinked.
"The herbal medicine you made last night."
Only then did I remember, he was supposed to drink it at noon.
I'd assumed he forgot. But no, he wanted me to deliver it.
"He wants me to bring it?" I frowned, skeptical.
Ronan showed me the text message still full of cold commands.
I exhaled in defeat. "Fine, I'll bring it. But I don't know where his company is."
"I'll take you," Ronan said with a grin.
I shrugged and said nothing.
On the way,
The weather was hot, but the car's air-conditioning was refreshing.
I poured the brewed medicine into a large cup and sealed it in a lunch container to keep it warm. Hugging the container, I leaned back against the soft seat and casually asked:
"Ronan, if President Anderson hates a woman… what does he do?"
"Does he kick her out immediately?"