Getting caught
Getting caught
Quinn and Henry "Do not let Kathleen bother you, I will find a way to get rid of....
She covered his mouth with her palm all of a sudden.
Henry's eyes widened in surprise and confusion.
He used his hand as a demonstration, to ask her why she did that, since his mouth was still covered.
Quinn placed her middle finger on her lips, as a signal to tell him to remain quiet. Even though he didn't
understand why she was being overly dramatic, he nodded and remained still.
When she noticed that he was not trying to be noisy, she removed her hand from his mouth, then she
pointed at the door. His eyes looked at what she pointed at but he still wasn't able to understand what
she was trying to convey to him.
She seemed to notice that he still didn't understand, so she moved closer to him and whispered into his
ear. "I think there is someone outside the door."
Henry gave her a questioning look. "I sent everyone out today. Apart from you and I, Kathleen is the
only one inside and you are aware of what I did to her. Trust me, no one is out...
Before he could complete his sentence, they both heard a door get slammed.
He looked at Quinn with a horrified expression, she looked back at him and mouthed, "I told you so."
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Kathleen...
She slowly opened her eyes. Even though she was on a luxurious king sized bed, she still felt so
uncomfortable. A small patch of her pale skin was exposed to the sunlight, making her feel so sweaty.
The sun rays that shined down on her eyes made her feel more dizzy.
How did she get into the bed again?
As a matter of fact, the last thing she could remember doing was taking a sip from the coffee that her
fiance had given to her.
According to Henry, the drug he mixed into her drink was supposed to put her to sleep for the whole
day, so how on earth did she manage to wake up this early?
Fortunately for Henry, he chose not to make out with Quinn in his room, if not, they would have had her
witness their dirty affair.
Kathleen POV It was remaining only one room to be checked. "This is definitely the room where that
noise came out from," I muttered.
For some reason I was a bit nervous. Everything seemed really creepy since I woke up.
First of all I ended up sleeping again in the morning, which doesn't seem right. Secondly, I found the
house empty and all the workers gone. Thirdly, I heard a sound from one of these rooms.
I could not help but think that some burglars must have gotten into the house. But if there were actually
burglars in here, why would they be hiding from me? It didn't make any sense to me, so I shoved that
thought out of my head.
With just three steps, I got to the door of the last room, I held on the door knob and after a count of five,
I opened it slowly.
This particular room felt so different from the others. Even though it looked totally empty, it still felt as Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
though someone was inside.
My instinct could never be wrong, I decided to check the room properly.
Just as I was about to search the room thoroughly, a rat ran across my leg, making me scream and
jump up in fright.
One thing that I really hated was rats. How could a rat be in here? I couldn't waste any more time in
here, I stepped out at once, then I took out my phone and dialed Henry's number.
As soon as I dialed his number, I heard a phone ring right from the room where I got frightened by a rat.
What could this mean?
Was Henry in there with a maid?