Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 20
Violet sat down at the dining table whereas Zoey stood beside her. She lifted her right hand to pick up the fork but realized that it was very taxing on her. Her arm ached so much that Violet winced.
Zoey picked up the fork and put it in front of her hand.
Violet looked up at Zoey and took the fork awkwardly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Zoey said co oly, “You’ll sleep on the second floor, in the first room to the left. Don’t wander around the mansion and don’t, I repeat, do not touch the things here. The mansion is monitored, so behave yourself.”
Violet did not say anything. It did not feel good to be warned like this.
However, they were providing a place for her to stay. Thus, she nodded and began wolfing down the noodles.
Why were all of Jack’s ser vants so weird?
Cold Mr. Michael, who moved like the wind, was like a robot with no flesh and blood, and was covered in a good-looking exterior that was wasted on him.
The vast living hall was lowkey but luxurious. Violet surveyed the place. The furniture was of excellent taste; this wealthy man had a knack for squandering. Violet could pick up any ornament in here and the price of it would be enough to buy a city.
She began to climb the spiral stairs up to the second floor. Her hand felt very comfortable on the railings.
Violet had always thought of herself as rich. She had also ama ssed great wealth and possessed assets and property outside of the country. However, she had learned what true wealth was only after she had come into contact with the Yanceys. The old manor in the middle of the sea was the epitome of extravagance. It was in a league of its own.

Upon reaching the second floor, Violet looked up to see the silhouette of a man through the glass wall. Was this the parlor?
It was a huge parlor. Everything was brightly lit.
He was sitting on a couch with his fingers typing away on the keyboard of a notebook computer.
Violet pondered for a bit before walking in. She wanted to ask about her mother.
Jack glanced up when he heard her footsteps. However, he was startled by how she looked. Zoey’s old-fashioned clothes were loose-fitting on her. There was a cut on her forehead and bruises on her face. This was so…
Violet stopped next to him and suppressed the embarrassment she felt.
Their eyes met for a moment before Jack turned away to face his notebook computer once more.
His thin lips moved. “What’s up?” He no longer looked at her.
“I want a video call with
my mother.”
Jack’s fingers stopped typing. He glanced at her again, contemplating her appearance. “Looking like this?”
Violet was quiet for a few seconds. He was right. She could not worry her mother; there were still injuries on her face.
Jack could not help but laugh. Where was the ferocity she had when she disrupted the wedding? This abject creature was quite beyond his imagination.
“What’s so funny?” Violet frowned angrily. “Fine, no video call. I want a phone call!”
Jack moved his sight away. His long, slender fingers continued to type on the keyboard. “Get out.”
“I won’t!” Her voice was resolute,
“I’ll hand your mother over to Theo Yeager if you keep bothering me.” Jack kept his head lowered. He was not joking.
His indifference was what made Violet afraid of provoking him. Her normally proud face was slightly pale at the moment.
After watching him for a few seconds, she turned and left.