Betrothed To The Cold Billionaire

**AT ADRIAN’S MANSION**This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He unlocked his phone quickly when he realised that it was a message from his private investigator. He didn’t waste anytime and clicked on the message. What the saw there was far from what he was expecting.

“Hillary Addams..” He muttered in shock as he stared at the man’s picture. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Ariel had always been telling the truth.

No way, there’s no way he could have been suspicious all for nothing. He decided to read to the end since he had the investigator track all of her movements before. It started since the day he saw her at the cafe.

She was clean, she had always been clean. Adrian heaved and used his hands to cover his face in frustration. There had to be something else that he could use against her. Something he could use to justify his actions towards her.

He decided to put a call across to the private investigator. The man picked at the first ring.

“Boss.” He called.

“I saw what you said. Are you sure that your investigation was thorough?” Adrian asked.

“Yes boss. Your wife’s whereabouts has never been suspicious. Well, except for one particular day.” Adrian’s ears perked up the moment he heard that. He suddenly became interested in what the man had to say.

“Where did she go?” He asked hopefully. He badly wanted the answer that he was looking for.

“Well, she was on her way back from school that evening. We were on the highway when her car suddenly swerved and entered into an alley. I got really suspicious because she had never passed through that place before so I followed her.” The story was slowly starting to sound familiar in Adrian’s ears but he decided to listen further.

“After she drove for some minutes, she finally stopped and that was when I realized that she saw your unconscious body on the road. She and her driver helped you up and took you home.” The man explained.

Adrian sighed in frustration. That wasn’t what he was hoping to hear. He thought the man had more useful and juicy information to give him.

“Is that the only suspicious thing that she has done?” Adrian asked.

“Yes boss. Apart from that, she’s a very clean slate.”

“Okay. Thank you for sharing that info. I’ll get to you when I need you again.” Adrain muttered and ended the call without waiting for the man to answer.

He sighed and plopped down on the chair while massaging his temple. So, what would be his next course of action? How can he continue what he had planned for her after all that he had just learned.

What the private investigator told him is the same as what his Butler had said when he asked how Ariel found him in the alley. That means that she obviously had no hand in it.

She isn’t cheating on him, she doesn’t have an hand in his accident, she’s so clean that he’s slowly starting to regret all that he had done to her. He started to recall how he told her he wasn’t supposed to thank her after she had saved him and he even used saving her from the locked room as an example even though he was the one that caused it in the first place.

She would have left him to die at the alley if she wanted and no one would question her. Hell, no one would even find out about it but she chose to save him and even gave him her blood since he was loosing too much.

After everything, he still treated her like trash. He recalled the way her eyes showed hurt when they were talking last night. It was the first time he would see another emotion apart from anger in her eyes.

Even though he was too angry to tell at that time, he knows deep within him that she didn’t like the way he toyed with her feelings. He knows that he’s supposed to apologize for how he behaved but his ego wouldn’t let him.

There’s no way he would stoop to her level and apologize to her. That was why he wanted to find something that he woukd use to justify his actions but there was still none.

He hated how he was feeling right now. He didn’t like it one bit but what could he do? He caused everything himself. She always told him the truth but he chose not to believe and trust her.

He was the one that chose to toy with her feelings, thinking that it would be very fun to do so. He needs to do something that would help him bury this feelings of remorse that he was having.

He can accept anything, except for giving her an apology because there was no way that was ever happening. He was still deep in thoughts when his phone started to ring.

His expression changed when he saw his father’s name flashing on the screen. What does that old man wamt now?

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I finally left my room when I felt my stomach grumbled, indicating that I haven’t had anything to eat since yesterday’s afternoon. I stood up from my bed and decided to head to the kitchen and make myself something to eat.

When I got there, I was very surprised to see the table had been set and a lot of delicacies had been placed on it. It was very surprising because since the day I got here, I have never seen any food prepared already. , except the one Adrian makes.

What I’m saying is that I thought no chef was in this house as they aren’t always there when I need them. But here they are, like they had suddenly returned from a long vacation.

I didn’t say anything and went to have my seat. A maid walked towards me and attempted to serve my food on the plate but I stopped her.

“I can do it myself.” I said to her before I dished our my food. I lifted my spoon and dipped it in the food before putting it in my mouth. I sighed in ecstasy as the taste touched my tongue.

It was so good. I hate to admit it but it was much better than the one they serve at my family’s home. I didn’t waste anytime and started digging into my food. Slowly though, so I wouldn’t choke.

I was on my fifth spoon when I saw Adrian emerging from the kitchen, into the dining hall.

“Good morning to you.” He greeted, cheerfully.

Okay, that’s wierd… very wierd. Why is he so cheerful today after all that happened between the both of us last night.

“Good morning.” I answered lowly. I was still confused.

“So, how was your night? Did you sleep well?” He asked again. I stared at him suspiciously. What’s with the stupid questions? What is he planning again?

“I slept well.” I answered again.

“Okay. So, how’s the food?” That was the last straw. That question increased my suspicions to the extent that I couldn’t help but voice put my thoughts.

“What’s with all these questions??” I asked.

“Don’t you think I should get a feedback for how my food tastes?” He asked back.

What the hell!! He made this food??? I stared at the food in surprise before looking up to stare at him. Then, I realized that he was coming from the kitchen. He really made this food, and I was eating it.

“So, how’s it?” He asked again.

I opened my mouth but no words were able to come out. Then it hit me. Why else would he cook for me after what I said to him yesterday. Except… my eyes widened… the food was poisoned!!!