Chapter 102 Forcible Entry
George, thanks to the aromatherapy, was out like a light. He had this peaceful look on his face, like he was dreaming about something really nice.
The night drifted by with that faint scent still hanging in the air.
Right then, Anna showed up at the villa's entrance.
She had a takeout box in hand, having gone out early to grab George's favorite cake from his go-to bakery. For the past three years, George had called her his fiancée, but he just wouldn't marry her, not even willing to live together.
Even when Anna asked George to join her and Lucas for dinner, George always used work as an excuse to bail.
Anna had thought about having another kid with George to win him back. But George never gave her the chance.
Whether she drugged him or got him drunk, George would only do one thing—sleep!
Whenever he slept, he had nightmares. When he woke up, he always gave Anna the cold shoulder.
Anna knew George must have dreamt of Emma again, that witch.
Anna muttered a curse under her breath as she stood outside the villa, gently knocking on the door.
As George's fiancée, she didn't even have a key to his place. She had to knock and wait for the servant to let her in.
The knocking sound was especially loud in the quiet morning. The guard walked over.
"Ms. Jones, good morning" the guard said, yawning as he opened the garden gate for Anna.
Anna, always acting high and mighty, didn't even acknowledge the lower-level servants.
The guard didn't care. He didn't respect her either.
Everyone in Lakeside Haven knew Anna was George's mistress and that George didn't care much for her. Otherwise, he would've given her a key.
Anna lifted her head, looked down her nose at the guard, and kept walking inside.
But before she could touch the door, Freya hurriedly opened it from the inside.
Anna sneered. "At least you know who the real master of this house is."
As Anna was about to push past Freya and enter, Freya quickly blocked her.
"Ms. Jones, you can't come in," Freya said firmly. She couldn't let Anna disturb George's rest.
"Who are you to stop me?" Anna snapped, her face turning red with anger. She felt Freya was deliberately giving her a hard time.
"Mr. Russell needs rest. Please don't disturb him," Freya insisted.
"You witch!" Anna slapped Freya hard.
Since their engagement party was ruined by Emma, Scarlett had disrespected Anna. Now even a servant like Freya dared to stop her!
Freya, being older, felt a sharp pain in her wrist as Anna pushed her, pressing her right hand against the door frame.
Freya's wrist throbbed with pain. She clutched her wrist, standing still.
At that moment, Anna rushed into the villa, determined to see George.
By the time the guard came to help, Anna was already in the living room. She immediately saw George sleeping on the sofa. His face had those sharp, chiseled features, like a sculptor had spent hours perfecting every detail.
With his high nose and slightly upturned lips, he had this refined, elegant vibe. Even asleep, his brows were a bit furrowed.
In the morning light, his skin looked extra delicate, and his long eyelashes cast shadows over his deep-set eyes.
His slightly messy hair caught the sunlight just right, giving him a soft, golden glow. The light highlighted his handsome features, making him look almost ethereal.
Compared to three years ago, George had this added layer of mature charm.
Anna couldn't take her eyes off his handsome face, still amazed by his looks. From the moment she first saw George, she was hooked. Even now, every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat.
"George," she called softly, trying to get closer. But as she approached, George suddenly woke up.
"Who?" he reflexively grabbed Anna's neck. Realizing he almost choked her, he quickly let go.
Anna coughed a few times.
"George, it's me, Anna," she said, trying to sound gentle.
George's eyes slowly cleared. Seeing Anna, he felt a mix of emotions.
"What are you doing here?" he asked softly, his voice tired and helpless.
"I missed you," Anna said, hoping her affection would move him.
"You know I need peace and quiet right now," George said coldly, clearly annoyed. He had finally gotten some good sleep, only to be interrupted by Anna. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her feelings.
"I just wanted to be with you," Anna said, her voice full of hurt and disappointment.
"But I want to be alone," George said, rubbing his temples. "Fine, what do you want?"
George's cold tone made Anna anxious. She didn't mention her original plan but quickly thought of something else. "Today is the anniversary of Emma's death. Should we hold a memorial service for her? After all, she never had one three years ago."
"Alright," George agreed after a long pause.
The Lakeside Haven funeral home looked more like a park.
Walking in felt like stepping into a peaceful, beautiful place. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and grass.
The exterior walls of the funeral home were covered in greenery, giving it a lively feel.
On either side of the entrance were two elegant fountains, with water gently flowing and creating a soothing sound.
The backyard of the funeral home was a garden. Winding paths were lined with various flowers, blooming in different seasons.
In the southeast corner was a calm pond, its surface shimmering with light. A few white swans glided gracefully, enjoying the peace. The pond was surrounded by willow trees, their branches gently brushing the water, creating a picturesque scene.
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