Chapter 12 You’re Coming To My Place

“I-I… I’m going to my classmate’s home.” Daphne gulped. Her throat felt dry.

“You have a house of your own. Why are you going to your classmate’s home? Is it a boy?” Nicholas’s icy voice spoke up again.

Daphne stole a glance toward Nicholas’s direction but saw the pretty girl next to him, staring curiously instead. She was staring at her as if she were a monkey in a zoo.

The beautiful lady seemed very familiar to Daphne, but she simply couldn’t place her.

“It’s not that. I wanted to use my classmate’s computer to find a place to rent,” Daphne explained.

“You have a house of your own. Why are you moving out?” Nicholas asked again.

Daphne was shocked and speechless. This time, she had no answer.

She didn’t think she needed to tell Nicholas that she had cut ties with her father.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear my question?” Nicholas’s icy voice held a bite of annoyance this time.

In reality, he knew everything. Daphne’s family members and their relationships with her were all written in detail in her personal file.

“It’s more convenient for work,” Daphne lied.

…

This was too weird. There was a woman in between them, and Nicholas was talking to her, continuously!

Daphne didn’t know where to put her hands. All she wanted to do was to get out of the car as soon as possible. She would suffocate if she stayed in the car any longer.

Daphne was about to tell the chauffeur to stop the car when her phone suddenly began to vibrate.

She picked up the phone. It was a call from Phoebe.

The phone’s vibrations sounded even more obvious in the silent vehicle. Daphne paused before answering the call and placing the phone against her ear.

“Daph, where have you been? Why did you hang up on me? And you didn’t call me back! I thought you were kidnapped by aliens!” Phoebe was yelling at her from the other end of the call. Her voice was so loud that it pierced her ears.

Daphne had to put the phone further away from her ear. “I’m coming over in a bit. I’ve been a little tied up,” she replied.

“What happened? Where are you now?” Phoebe asked.

“I’ll explain when I arrive. I’m in the car now,” Daphne replied.

“Okay!”

Phoebe ended the call. Daphne had just put her phone down when she heard Nicholas’s ice-cold voice declare, “You’re coming to my place!”

‘You’re coming to my place…’

Six simple words made Daphne’s nerves tense up all over again. She eyed Nicholas warily and stammered, “No, I won’t. We… You… I…”

Daphne has always had a small problem—she would ramble whenever she was panicking.

Nicholas glanced at Daphne icily, then pulled the pretty woman next to him, whom he had been ignoring for quite a while, closer into his embrace. He eyed Daphne irritably and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you!”

Daphne was speechless.

She looked at Nicholas and hung her head, blushing.

“I always keep my promises. I will not touch you until the deadline. I won’t even look at you if you try to seduce me first,” Nicholas declared icily.

‘This woman will belong to me, sooner or later. It’s only a week. I’ll wait. I’ve always been patient anyway!’

A hint of jealousy appeared in the pretty woman’s curious gaze toward Daphne when Nicholas said this.

“I-I… Want to rent a place. I’ll leave once I’ve found a place to rent!” Daphne said.

Nicholas was a dangerous man. She only wanted to stay away from him.

“Sure.” Nicholas nodded absent-mindedly.

Daphne paused. Actually, she didn’t want to go to Nicholas’s house at all, but it seemed that any objection would be useless.

Nicholas did not say anything else after that. He lowered his head and began flirting with the pretty woman.

Daphne would hear suggestive purrs next to her from time to time. She would have jumped out of the car by now if she weren’t so afraid of death.

She glanced at Lucas and the chauffeur in front. Both seemed completely stoic, as if they were entirely used to this.

…

The Rolls-Royce sped toward an unknown area. By the time it stopped, Lucas had to remind Daphne that it was time to get out.

When she got out of the car, Daphne realized that she had arrived in an unfamiliar place. This wasn’t the villa during her kidnapping.

Daphne looked all around. There were houses similar to this one. Where on earth was she?

“This way, Miss Montgomery.” Lucas’s voice rang in her ear. Only then did Daphne realize that he had already taken her luggage bag, and Nicholas had already led that hot chick into the villa.

“Thank you. I can do that.” Daphne tried to take the luggage bag from Lucas.

She wasn’t used to being taken care of like this. In other words, Daphne didn’t want to get too close to anyone related to Nicholas.

“And let a woman carry her own bag? That wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me. Do you want others to laugh at me, Miss Montgomery?” Lucas joked, seemingly in a good mood.

Daphne’s expression sank when he addressed her as “Miss Montgomery” again. She pursed her lips and corrected him, “Sir, it’s not ‘Montgomery’. It’s ‘Blythe’.”

Then Daphne stared at Lucas, smiled, and walked into the villa.

Lucas stared at Daphne apprehensively and raised an eyebrow. Then he followed her inside.

Daphne was nearly blinded by the shining, gilded décor when she stepped into the villa. This villa was the epitome of opulence, like a castle.

A middle-aged maid stood waiting at the door. “Miss Montgomery, Master Nicholas has asked me to arrange a room for you. Your room will be on the second floor. Please come with me.” She spoke to Daphne in a professional manner when she walked in.

Daphne was taken aback. “My last name isn’t ‘Montgomery’, it’s ‘Blythe’.”

This was Daphne’s third time repeating this sentence today, but she spoke with the same amount of absolute seriousness each time.

The maid was mildly taken aback. “But that’s what Master Nicholas said—that your last name is ‘Montgomery’.”

In other words—“We’ll call you whatever Master Nicholas tells us to. What does your last name have anything to do with us?”

This time, Daphne was taken aback. “No, my last name is ‘Blythe’!” She shook her head stubbornly.

The maid stared quietly at Daphne, who really couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore. She looked at the maid and asked, “Could you please show me to my room?”

“Please come with me.”