Chapter 156 You Say You Don't Want to Be My Woman?
Violet Devereux was indeed excessively cautious around him. She quickly brushed her teeth and freshened up.
Dressed and ready, she grabbed the designer dress he had given her—a piece worth $800,000—and was about to head out.
Hellen, carrying a tray of oatmeal from the kitchen, noticed her leaving so early on the weekend and asked, "Violet, isn't it your day off? Where are you off to this early?"
"Just running an errand, I'll be back soon," Violet Devereux replied, slipping into her sneakers swiftly. "Hellen, I’ll be back to care for the babies when I return. Please feed the babies their formula this morning."
"Okay, I got it," Hellen nodded. "But try to come back soon."
"Will do," Violet Devereux nodded gently. She hurried out before the twins woke up; if they did, she wouldn't be able to leave as quickly.
Clutching the expensive garment bag, Violet Devereux dashed from her apartment to the bus stop.
She took a bus to Brady Hall's place.
After a thirty-minute journey, marked by the city's waking bustle, she arrived at the imposing facade of his luxurious apartment building.
Entering the lobby, she checked in with security before visiting the penthouse suite. After confirmation, she was allowed to swipe her card and take the elevator to the elite top floor.
Standing in the perfumed elevator, Violet repeated to herself the plan to leave right after breakfast.
She repeated it several times until the elevator doors opened.
Her grip on the bag tightened, a mix of anticipation and anxiety, as she knocked on the door.
It opened quickly, and the same friendly maid from last time greeted her.
"Ms. Devereux, you finally made it. I've sealed and refrigerated some herbal supplements I made for you—they're ready for you to take," the maid said warmly, stepping aside to let her in.
"Thank you," Violet mumbled, perplexed about herbal supplements—she couldn't remember asking for it. Regardless, she wasn't planning on taking it.
"Where can I find Mr. Hall? I've come to invite him for breakfast," Violet said with swift, mission-like precision.
With a knowing smile that hinted at unspoken secrets, the maid tenderly pointed down the hallway that led to the bedroom. "Ms. Devereux, Mr. Hall is waiting for you inside."
"Inside?" Violet frowned at the thought of the dark corridor and resisted, "Can I just wait here for him?"
"Ms. Devereux," said the housekeeper with a gentle firmness that left no room for debate, "Mr. Hall advised that you should wait for him inside." With another soft reminder, "Don't keep Mr. Hall waiting too long," she quickly turned and hurried back toward the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast.
Violet Devereux watched the housekeeper scurry away, her brows knitting together in frustration. She had questions for the housekeeper, but it seemed inappropriate to chase after her into the kitchen. What if she was just avoiding Violet with other tasks to complete as an excuse?
After a moment's hesitation in the living room, Violet decided it'd be better to face the music sooner rather than later. With a mixture of reluctance and resolve, she slowly made her way to the bedroom.
Upon reaching the bedroom door, she tapped lightly and called out, "Mr. Hall, I'm here."
"Come in," came Brady Hall's clear and resonant voice from within.
Despite the invitation, Violet replied, standing her ground outside the door, "Mr. Hall, I'll wait for you out here."
After a minute of silence, Brady seemed to understand her reluctance and came to open the door himself.
There he stood, imposing and statuesque, adorned in nothing but a black silk robe, his well-defined chest muscles barely concealed at the collar. Violet cast a quick glance at him, her cheeks flushing and her heart skipping a beat at the unintentional intimate reveal. She pivoted on her heel, her words quickening in an attempt to redirect the conversation, "Mr. Hall, what would you like for breakfast?"
The corner of Brady Hall's mouth lifted into a slight smirk at her evident nervousness. He reached out to gently touch her shoulder, intending to turn her back around. However, Violet, mistaking his action for something more flirtatious, spun around to escape his grasp.
In her haste, her ankle gave way, sending her stumbling into Brady's ready embrace—a closeness unintended but now inescapable.
"And what's this?" Brady mused, his voice harboring a magnetic tease as he held her in his arms and lowered his gaze to meet her startled little face, "Being this forward? And here you were claiming you had no desire to be my woman."
"The morning does tend to ignite a man's passion," he continued, unapologetically playful. "Would you like to start the day with a bit of excitement?"
The audacity in his tone set a blush aflame across Violet's cheeks.
She wasn't doing this on purpose!
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