Chapter 175
"“......”
Cassie, still slightly groggy from her nap, felt a chill run down her spine at the staff’s words.
No way would she believe she was Joseph’s precious treasure.
But that he cared about her? That, she could believe.
The warmth of someone’s concern for her filled her with a comforting sense of affection.
“Just make sure to tell Mr. Hernandez if you’re not coming back next time,” advised the staff. “Men tend to overthink these things.”
“Yeah.” Cassie nodded, her emotions a complex web.
Yesterday had nearly been another disaster courtesy of Olivia Brooks. She realized she needed to be constantly vigilant. Luck wouldn't always ensure someone would be there to save her.
It’s just such a shame about that design draft. Joseph had even found someone to help her in the middle of the night, and that person was remarkably skilled.
“By the way, did you see someone come out of the study yesterday morning? Were they male, female? How old?” Cassie asked, assuming a draft that good required an all-night effort and the person would have left in the morning.
The staff looked perplexed. “No one came yesterday, but I did see Mr. Hernandez leave your room at about six in the morning.”
“And you didn’t hear a car come or go?”
“Absolutely not. I don’t sleep too soundly; I’d know if there were any comings and goings,” the staff assured with a shake of the head.
Cassie was stunned. If no one had visited the house last night, then it had to have been Joseph who drew the plans. But how could he design them? The skill was undeniable. And he was supposed to be able to use only his left hand—which was clumsy, to the point where he struggled to eat and she had to feed him.
She had been duped, and utterly so.
In the past, she might've been annoyed, but now? There was an odd sweetness to the recollection.
That man had quite the talent for pretense. If he wanted to be served or fed, he should've just said so—no need for the dramatics.
“What’s with you?” observed the staff as Cassie alternated between frowning and suppressing giggles. “Young women’s hearts are truly an enigma.”
“It’s nothing,” Cassie replied, keeping her revelations to herself.
After dinner, Cassie dragged herself back to her room and crashed. She had been running on empty for days, it seemed, her vitality sapped.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been out when she groggily opened her eyes to find a tall, striking figure sitting beside her. The man's black sweater clung to his sculpted physique, and his handsome features were accented by deep, mesmerizing eyes that seemed akin to fathomless abysses.
Blinking her dazed and strikingly beautiful eyes, Cassie wondered if she was still dreaming—was this Joseph in her dream?
The man watched her innocent slumber, then playfully pinched her nose hard enough to elicit a yelp.
""Ouch!""
Jerking upright with a yawn, Cassie's delicate, fair nose blushed pink, and tears clung to her clear, distinct eyes like morning dewdrops.
""Where were you last night?"" Joseph's voice held a mixture of curiosity and concern.
""Weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?"" Cassie was genuinely puzzled, needing confirmation that he was truly sitting there by her bed."
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