Novel Square
Chapter 151
Chapter 151
Genevieve wasn’t indifferent to Louis‘ actions.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to have a relationship with him.
Yet, she wavered, unsure whether her decision was right or not.
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was still willing to get to know him bit by bit.
to do even
that.
He forcibly kept her to his side, making her resistant.
She had caught a glimpse of the coldness and darkness he kept under a gentle mask, which he happened to use against her.
She couldn’t accept that.
Her heart which begun to soften resealed itself up and hardened again.
Sometime later, the light in the room gradually dimmed.
It was silent in the manor.
Shadows were cast on the window, yet she merely stared nonchalantly, feeling surreal.
She wanted to go home.
She thought, ‘Uncle Caspian will tell Darrell and Samantha when he hears from me. They might feel relief once they know I’m not dead, but not me. What is Louis‘ intention for keeping me here?”
She took a deep breath and was determined to leave. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
All of a sudden, Yvette came to her mind.
She mused, “Was she telling the truth?”
Genevieve’s expression kept thanging as her mind raced.
Sometime later, the servant knocked on the door. “Mrs. Fallon, I’m leaving the food by the door, please eat
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It was Louis‘ orders. He was thoughtful and meticulous as always, but Genevieve wasn’t moved at all.
She didn’t sleep well that night and was constantly jolted awake by nightmares as if she had returned to the moment of falling into the sea from the cruise ship after the rope she grabbed onto was released.
The suffocating feeling surged, and she sat up abruptly in a cold sweat.
She looked around in the dark, her heart pounding.
She got out of bed barefoot and walked to the window. Looking at the dark clouds outside, she felt bleak.
The next day, Louis‘ eyes darkened at the untouched food in front of Genevieve’s door.
He didn’t know how to face her.
He pursed his lips. “Since Mrs. Fallon has no appetite, make something that suits her taste. She needs to eat
well.”
The servant knew Genevieve’s importance to Louis, so she dared not say anything and merely lowered her head.
Once she heard Louis‘ car had left, Genevieve slowly opened her eyes.
The bright light blinded her for a moment.
After a while, she got up and washed up as usual.
Opening the door, she didn’t head downstairs but instead turned down the other side of the corridor toward the
study.
She stood at the door and sucked in a deep breath.
She tried to open the door, but the knob wouldn’t turn.
The door was locked.
Genevieve’s heart sank.
She turned to the next room, which was Louis‘ bedroom.
She was about to open the door when at the servant’s call. “You’re up, Mrs. Fallon?”
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Startled, Genevieve withdrew her hand, feeling guilty.
Soon after, she swept her bangs, answering. “I’m looking for Louis,”
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Seeing Genevieve acting more normal than the day before, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Mr. Fallon has gone to the office.”
Genevieve dropped her gaze. “Oh.”
She continued to stand there and looked up at the servant. “Have you cleaned his room?”
“Mr. Fallon didn’t request it today,” the servant replied respectfully and added, “Mrs. Fallon, what would you like to eat? Mr. Fallon is worried since you didn’t eat anything yesterday. Let us prepare something that suits your
taste.”
Genevieve responded airily, “I want Clusian food, Strico cuisine to be specific. Can you make it?”
The servant was stunned. “I’ll go find a chef that does.”
The chefs there came from high–end restaurants that focused on combining nutrition with color, aroma, and
taste.
However, Genevieve didn’t want that.
The servant hurriedly went to find a chef with a solemn expression.
Genevieve chuckled, then twisted the knob, not expecting it to open.
Genevieve breathed out a sigh of relief and then opened the door.
She looked at the overly simple bedroom and was stunned, for the style was quite different from her room.
It was a simple black, white, and gray tone but wasn’t distasteful, only a little cold.
The terrace looked cozier. Behind a screen was a tatami with an Atharian contemporary novel le pen next to it.
The room was spacious yet lonely.
It didn’t feel like a room that the gentle Louis would stay in.
No document was in the room.
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She thought, ‘No wonder the servant can enter freely. If Louis had a secret, he wouldn’t have left it in the open
and let others find it.
Genevieve left the room disappointedly.
In the end, the servant found a chef to prepare Strico cuisine.
Genevieve preferred light tastes, but the food was already prepared. The smell stimulated her appetite as she walked downstairs.
Since she hadn’t eaten anything the day before, she was starving and ate a lot.
The servant was relieved, watching from the side.
After the meal, the servant immediately called Louis. “Mrs. Fallon has eaten, Mr. Fallon.”
The dark look in Louis‘ eyes disappeared. “Got it.”
Genevieve wanted to go out, but Louis had forbade her from leaving the manor.
He didn’t even make any excuses anymore.
She was living a pampered life without worrying about food or clothes.
It had been a few days since she had seen Louis as if he was deliberately avoiding her.
Yvette never came again.
The servants‘ lips were tightly sealed. She couldn’t get anything useful from them.
That kind of life nearly broke Genevieve’s mind.
Finally, she snapped.
That day, she sat at the dining table, looked at the plentiful dishes, and hurled her fork. “I want to see Louis.”
The servants exchanged looks with each other in bewilderment but did as she asked.
Louis fell silent for a few seconds at her demand before returning to the manor.
He had been torturing himself over the past few days, not knowing how to face her after acting impulsively and what reason he could use to make her stay.
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When Louis arrived at the manor, the butler opened the door for him. “Mrs. Fallon is in the living room, Mr.
Fallon.”
Louis paused briefly and continued up the steps.
He thought, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Fallon. This is my house. I wish things could go on like this forever!”
However, anxiety rose within him thinking of her cold and alienated gaze.
When he appeared in the living room, Genevieve set down her coffee and stood up.
They had calmed down after a few days but hadn’t forgotten what happened.
Louis tried to act the same as before. His cold expression became gentle, and he gazed at her with clear eyes and a small smile, wishing things could return to how they were.
“How long are you keeping me here?” Her tone was cold and calm.