His Only Antidote by Shirley Owen

Chapter 12

Nola learned from the driver that Elvis didn’t live in the Cirayson old mansion Breeze Garden was his private villa but few people knew it.

“Mr. Grayson prefers a tranquil environment.”

Nola nodded. She also had the same feeling Elvis wasn’t talkative and looked indifferent and unapproachable. Nola was afraid of him sometimes

Breeze Garden was built in the suburbs. The gothic architectural style made the villa extravagant. There was a large garden, from which a path made with pebbles extended to the backyard.

After the car parked at the gate, some people came out of the villa. The woman who took the lead should be the person in charge.

She opened the door and said respectfully, “Mrs. Grayson, welcome home!”

Nola was never treated like this before. After entering the house, she got to know that Elvis had arranged everything for her. The servants delivered her luggage to the cloakroom of the suite upstairs.

Alisa Norman, the housekeeper, introduced the situation there to Nola. Elvis didn’t want too many people to bother him, so he didn’t keep too many servants in the villa. The servants all came to do the cleaning from the old mansion.

Alisa stayed there to take care of Elvis‘ daily life. She lived in the yard nearby. When Elvis needed her to do anything, she would come to the villa.

The Breeze Garden was way larger than the Grant family’s. Though Nola didn’t know much about its layout, she could recognize that all the furnishing here was made of teak. Even the door was extremely delicate.

Every single furnishing in the house was simple but extravagant, just like Elvis. He always kept a low profile, but each stuff could match his noble status.

The living room, kitchen, and dining room were on the first floor. The main suite and the study were on the second floor. The guest rooms were on the third floor, and the attic was on the fourth floor.

“Mrs. Grayson, Mr. Grayson doesn’t allow anyone to enter his study and the attic on the fourth floor. You are free to go anywhere in the other rooms.”

“Thank you, Alisa.” Nola still couldn’t get used to how Alisa addressed her, so she said, “You can just call me Nola

Alisa smiled politely. “I can’t. I should follow the rules here. You’ll get used to it later.”

no position to change the rules in the Grayson family. Looking at the strange environment, Nola was

had made up her mind,

were turned on. Nola had a simple dinner and sat in the living room to wait for Elvis. Alisa returned to her

have

soundly in the unfamiliar place. Hearing the

and subconsciously

words. After she finished, Nola then realized that she had

Chapter 12

for her husband to come home,

Elvis in a daze. She felt that

him to come back. It seemed

a stupid woman. Why didn’t she go to bed since

had been used to his life alone. Seeing a woman waiting for him to get off work and come home, Elvis had a

stood in front of Nola. At that moment, he found that Nola was sitting on the

are you sitting on the floor?” Didn’t she feel it was

stared at like this, Nola was uneasy. She sat on the floor and watched TV before but gradually fell asleep like

her feet. But she had kept

still and fell down with a shout. Elvis reached out his

by the woman. She was not

can’t feel my legs. Nola looked up and explained to Elvis. Under the bright lights, they clung to each other. Nola soon

felt that her life was worth it being held by such a hunk.

“Stop drooling!”

Nola came back to her senses. She touched her face, only to find that Elvis was making fun of her. She rolled her eyes at him. It was unbelievable that such a

now?” Nola broke the

deep voice sounded. “It’s past 12

this

hadn’t taken a shower, Elvis

“A little, but I don’t know…