Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 38: He’s Here!
When Anne knocked on the door of the manor, it was Butler Jones who answered.
"Miss Thompson, you’re here a bit early. Coincidentally, Master just arrived." The butler looked pleasantly surprised to see her. As he spoke about his master, his eyes darted to the car parked in the driveway.
Anne turned to glance at the shiny black Mustang.
It was good he was here already; she could confirm her suspicions without any hastle.
Tonight, she would make sure to see his face.
"Come in, Miss Thompson. You can wait for Master in his room upstairs."
Since she was already quite familiar with the manor, the butler didn’t escort her up.
Anne nodded at the butler and strolled to the magnificent swirling staircase. With each step she climbed, she continued to replay the clues she had put together in her head.
When she reached the master bedroom, she pushed the door open and went inside.
The room was neat as usual. The thick black curtains were left open tonight, showing a spectacular view of the city skylines.
Anne stood before the views, but she wasn’t able to focus and appreciate the beauty of the visible lights.
Andrew Sterling didn’t look like someone who would even like kids, not to mention hiring a woman to give him a child.
When Anne’s gaze landed on the bathroom door, a curious frown formed on her face, and she walked inside, welcomed by a large space twice the size of her own living room in the apartment she rented.
A glass partition held a large shower space decorated with black tiling that further highlighted the masculinity of the space.
Anne, however, noticed a part of the black tiles in the shower space was cracked as if someone had forcefully hit something onto it.
What must have happened for the tile to crack like that? Did someone slam their fist against the wall? Would a fist even crack tile in that manner?
Her eyes drifted away from the shower stall.
To the left was another floor-to-ceiling set of windows that covered the whole wall, next to which sat a huge round tub that would fit three of herself. It gave a feel of relaxing in a bath while staring at a lovely view.
But once again, the luxury of the place was something Anne could only appreciate but not long for. She merely scanned her eyes around the place curiously before her gaze landed on the door on the right that would lead into the walk-in closet.
When Anne entered the closet, she was met with another large space with cabinets lining the walls, but what astounded her wasn’t the spectacular luxury of the room—it was the rows and rows and rows of dark-colored clothes in this room.
Did this person ever wear something light at least?
One cabinet had blues, starting from the slightly dark shades of blue to the deepest shades of blue.
And then there were rows and rows of black.
From a full cabinet of only black dress shirts, to another cabinet of only black jackets, to another cabinet full of only black clothes.
Was this person the devil himself?
Why wasn’t there even one single white outfit in here?
A glass display island sat in the middle of the room, within which familiar black full-face masks were kept in a neat order.
These masks...
Anne’s hand lingered over the glass below which they were displayed.
They were certainly for a purpose which Anne felt strongly was to keep his identity hidden.
Anne left the closet and went back into the bathroom. She’d been so eager to come find out about her suspicion, she hadn’t gone home for a shower.
Since the butler said his master was still busy, Anne decided to use that time to clean herself.
After taking a quick shower, for which she’d had to use a masculine-scented body wash, Anne had nothing to wear, so she grabbed a bathrobe which was long enough that it almost reached her ankles.
When she emerged into the bedroom again, it was still as empty as when she’d just arrived.
She decided to wait for him, and in that span of time, explored by looking through every single thing her hand could find if they could be clues to prove her suspicion.
It was in this moment she realized that there wasn’t a single picture frame or anything personal that could be related to the owner of the room.
He really had gone to great lengths to keep her from discovering anything personal about him.
Anne imagined that if this masked person were truly Andrew Sterling, the first thing he would do once he discovered her touching his things would be to frown at her and tell her never to dare go anywhere near his things ever again.
As Anne recalled the absolutely strict expression on his face as he chased her—who was running—with a steady yet hurried walking pace, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.
After failing to find a single clue in the room, Anne decided to just enjoy the view.
She sighed quietly, watching the tall buildings and beautiful lights in the distance.
It was... quite relaxing, viewing the world like this.
In the past, if she were to view the vast world like this from a high vantage point, the thought that would spring into her mind would be a curious question.
She would wonder to herself that somewhere out there was someone meant just for her. The person she would live a lifetime with, the person who would care for her, the person who would never want to hurt her no matter what.
That was how she viewed love, and that was how she wished the love meant for her would be.
Something tender and sweet, something straight out of a romance novel.
Looking down at the vast world, she would think; my destined lover, I wonder where you are.
When will I finally meet you?
Anne’s favorite fairytale was Snow White, specifically when the prince’s kiss brought her back to life. A kind of love so powerful, a pure and heartfelt kiss had broken a curse.
It was a kind of love she certainly longed for.
It was funny how things could change so fast.
Love... from now on would only ever be something she read in books or viewed in movies.
How could she expect anyone to love her now when she’d already sold herself to someone else?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being opened.
He’s here!
Her heart skipped a beat and began to race rapidly against her ribs.
She quickly whirled around, waiting for him to come in.
