Chapter 405 Jeremy and Patricia's Secret Affair
Grace lay in bed, attentive to every movement outside the door.
Ever since Patricia moved in, Grace found herself lying awake for hours each night, surreptitiously tracking Martin's every move, fearing they might be sneaking around behind her back.
But theThe past few days had been uneventfully quiet.
uneventful, and Martin hadn't sought outtried to meet Patricia.
Sleepiness was creepingsetting in.
She yawned sleepily, ready to drift off to sleep but suddenly, when a subtle noise came from outside.
The quiet of the night, coupled with heightened night-time hearing, made even the slightest noise crystal clear.
SheMartin's room was on the first floor.
The , right next to Grace's, while the servants slept ondownstairs. Late into the ground floor.
And Martin's room was right next to hers.
Thisnight, a loud noise came unmistakably from next door.
What Martin's room. It made one wonder what he could Martin be up to this late?
Coulddoing and whether he might be heading totowards Patricia's room?.
Grace quickly got out of bed, her feet hitting the cool floor bare, and walked to the window, her gaze fixed intently on the ground below.
She livedresided in the north wing.
, while Patricia was inoccupied the east wing, which Grandfathertheir grandpa had reserved.
The estate had four wings—east, south, west, and north—, each laid out in its respectivefacing a different direction, and from. From her window in the north wing, sheGrace could see the side of the east wing.
Likewise, she She could also watch anyone hewadlking from the north to the east wing.
Sure enough...
After a little while, she spotted a silhouette walking toward the East Wing.
It was deep autumn now.
Clouds shrouded the moon, and darkness enveloped the night, making it impossible difficult to see.
Even though she Grace saw a silhouette walking toward the east wing. She couldn't make out hissee the person's features, his but she recognized the build was unmistakable—it was Martin.
—Martin was heading to the East Wing to see Patricia.
This realization stirred a tempest of jealousy withinmade her.
Heat rushed to her head, jealous and she stomped toward the door, determinedangry. She wanted to confront Martin in person.
But shebut stopped herself just before opening itthe door.
What if she caught them in the act? How would she face them? And if Martin turned the tables, ending things with her, what then?
With that thought, herHer hand recoiled from the doorknob.
No, she couldn't be rash.
She needed to stay calm.
Even though she knew Martin was off to see Patricia, bursting into their meeting wasn't an option.
Otherwise, she'd burn all her bridges.
Grace stood by the window, shroudedhidden in the darkness, watching.
eagerly for Martin's return. She hoped Martinhe would hurry back.
But she waited...
And waited for what seemed like an eternity.
, but time passed slowly, and she grew restless. She waited until her legs grew sore, and still,ached, but Martin did not return.
As time slipped by, aA shadow of malice crossed her eyes, and her heart sank.
She clenched her fists tightly to suppress the urge to bust him.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she pulled out some design sketches and went to find Jeremy.
Jeremy was, notoriously a notorious night owl. He was still upawake, sitting on the floor, back against the bed,. eEngrossed in a video game, with the game controller in hand, gazinghe gazed at the eighty-some-inch TV screen.
Seeing Grace enter, he quickly paused his game and greeted her cheerfullysaid, "Hey, it's late. You're still up? NeedDo you need something?"
Grace said with With flushed cheeks and a timid look, Grace said, "I drew up some designs today, and, um, could you maybe show them to Deborah Laura for her feedback?"
Jeremy tookreviewed the designs and glanced over, upon reflection, found them.
To to be honest...
They were pretty bad.
The styles were dated, They seemed to lack creativity and there was no spark in them.
appeared outdated. They felt stiff, mechanical.
It was design for design's sake.
robotic and lacked any sort of artistic flair. Even a complete novice noob like him sensed theycould tell that the designs were offnot up to par, let alone someone like PatriciaLaura.
"I think... your designs...," he started, ready to let her down gently.
Jeremy..." He pondered how to decline tell her without wounding his sister's pridehurting her feelings.
Grace, already clinging clung to his arm, cooed,. "Jeremy, bro, could you please ask for me? Please, my dear, handsome...?"—"
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Jeremy responded, puzzled. "? It's pretty late for me to drop by a single woman's place, don't you think?"
Grace stood her ground. "What's the big deal? If you've got nothing to hide, you've got nothing to fear."
Jeremy nodded. It sounded rational.
If your conscience is clear, you're all good.
Observing his softening, Grace continued. "You areYou're aware that she and Martin were formerly married, correctright? It would be strangeawkward between us if I went. You and my grandfather takeGrandpa treat me well the best care of me in this entire house. I'm positive you'll help.most, so I know I can count on you."
Jeremy was a sucker for her pleading ways. He agreed, casually tossingHe tossed the manuscript onto the bed behind him. "I'll talk to her tomorrow."
"No good. , please. It has to be tonight, or I won't be able to sleep!"."
"You're that into jewelry design?" he asked, curious., cuz?"
Nodding miserably, Grace said, "I am, but I've never had the chance to learn. I'm allso nervous and lacking in confidence!. Everyone says DeborahLaura has a gift, and that her designs are amazing. That's why I'm, so eagerI really want to get her guidance. You get where I'm coming from, right?"
At this point, how could Jeremy refuse? He got up from the floor and dusted off his jeans.
"Alright!. I'll ask her for you, little cuz."
Grace tugged at his arm and whispered a warning, "Just don't tell her I sent you. You know our relationship is complicated."
He nodded, signaling his understanding.
As he and got ready to leave, but Grace held on to him again.
"My heart goes to DeborahLaura. Her husband is in the hospital, in and out of consciousness, and she's here all by herself. As the host, you should look out for her."
"Uh-huh?" Jeremy responded, caught off-guard.
Grace lowered her gaze, hiding the cold flickerlook in her eyes, and suggested with a smile,. "There's fruit in the fridge. Take some to her, will you? Oh, and make sure it's washed and cut."
If, by chance, Martin and Patricia were together, Jeremy's midnight visit to Patricia and considerateness would convince Martin they were up to something. He'd think Patricia was fickle and recognize Grace's worth, devoting himself to her instead.
Jeremy making a midnight visit to Patricia.
And being so considerate...
Martin would be convinced they were up to something. He'd think Patricia was fickle, then recognize her worth, and decide to stay with her, devotedly.
Jeremy pondered for a moment, seeming to agree with the logic in her words, and then nodded.
"WeAlso, we shouldn't call her DeborahLaura anymore," Grace continued, "It's too impersonal, . "That's what Michael affectionately called her, and it might remind her of her husbandhim lying in the hospital.". But using her full name all the time might make her feel like an outsider among us."
Perplexed, Jeremy asked, "If not Deborah, what "Then, should we callgive her?" a nickname of our own?"
A sly smile crept across Grace's face, her grin taking on an eerie quality under the flickering light.
"Patricia, Patricia. "Tricia, Tricia... sounds good to me!"."
Jeremy seemed to take her suggestion to heart—or perhaps not. He nodded again and then stepped outside.
To avoid arousing Martin's suspicions, Grace slipped back into her room under the cover of darkness to avoid arousing Martin's suspicions.
In order not to wake anyone, Jeremy was light on his feet as he descended the stairs and, heeding. He heeded Grace's advice, he and took some plump, round imported cherries from the fridge, washed them, and set them in the fruit bowl. Then, he took a large mango, peeled, diced, and plated the cubes.
Then,Because he took out a large mango, peeled it, diced it, and plated the cubes.
Due to his unfamiliaritywas unfamiliar with the task, he accidentally cut his finger with the fruit knife.
He However, he ignored the cutit and continued knocking.
"Knock,proceeded to knock, knock..."
Jeremy's index and middle fingers on his right hand gently rapped on Patricia's door.
There was no answer from within.
He thought, leading him to believe that Patricia might be asleep and. He didn't want to disturb her further, but remembering Grace's earnest request, he felt compelled to knockalso didn't want to let Grace down, so he knocked harder.
Starting to say one word, he remembered Then, recalling Grace's reminder and abruptly, he quickly changed tackhis approach.
"PatTricia, it's me. There's something I need to discuss with you. Can you open the door?"
Still,When there was no reply.
A, he felt a flicker of unease crossed Jeremy's mind.
. Had something happened to Patriciaher again?
"PatTricia, if you don't answer, I'm coming in..."."
As he spoke,He placed his hand was already on the doorknob, pressing down....
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