Being alone with the butler, Nevaeh could feel her fears return. She could no longer enjoy her meal as she once did. She fearfully took side glances at him, but he had his gaze fixed elsewhere.
Was she overthinking it? Maybe he had not really heard her, she thought.
Yeah, maybe he did not, and even if he did, what's the possibility that he understood what she had said?
Neveah tried to keep her thoughts positive, but her heart still wasn't at rest.
This was the thing about deceit. There was barely any peace of mind, and she was sure she was never going to get any of that as long as she remained there as an imposter.
She tried to calm herself down and not ponder much about it. What's the worst that could happen? The butler telling Dale?
But he hasn't done that, so she shouldn't bother about it now. It was better to dwell on the positive thoughts than self-wallow in the negative ones, which were nerve-wracking.
She returned her attention to her food and slowly began to eat. The coming days were not going to be easy - living the life of a fake - so she must adequately feed herself.
Before the storm hits, she must at least do something she loves. That would be her way of escape - escape from her fears and all the worrisome thoughts. Luckily for her, they were generous enough to make good food here.
Quickly consuming her food, her eyes darted towards Dale's plate that was still untouched. Was he going to eat that? She asked herself before glancing her eyes to the door.
She bit her fork as she lusciously stared at the piece of meat. It was calling unto her; she could hear it. It wasn't her fault that the food there tasted great, and she wanted more.
Call her stupid she doesn't care because that wasn't going to change her situation, neither would starvation help her.
Simon slightly narrowed his eyes when he saw her actions, almost making him chuckle. Understanding her intentions, he asked, "Madam, do you want more?"
"Can I get more?" She hurriedly asked, her eyes slightly lit up.
"Yes, of course. You are the madam."
Of course, she was the madam. The fake madam! The gleam in her eyes dwindled when once again, she remembered she was an imposter.
But what could she do? Sacrifice had brought her to this point. Elle had not been found, and no one knew when she would be found.
But until then, she shall at least do something that eases her and help her forget about the fears constantly toiling in her heart.
Snapping her head towards Simon, and with a shy smile, she nodded, "Yes."
"Then I'll get another for you."
"Wait!" She halts him. "Would – would Dale return to the table?" Her voice lowered as she asked, almost as if she was scared to take his name with her lips.
"The master would not be returning soon." Mr Simon replied.
"He won't?" Was he going to skip breakfast? She wondered who this important visitor was that could make a man like Dale leave his breakfast. Could it be a family member?
No, she didn't think so. If they didn't come for the wedding, why then would they be here?
Speaking of which, she had not seen any of his family members, not even at the wedding. Why? Were the rumours true?
She turned to look at Simon. Maybe she should ask?
No! That would not be nice. Dale might get angry if he discovers that she was talking about his family with his staff.
Trying not to ponder too much on anything, Neveah flashed a smile at Simon and said, "I'll just eat this." She said, picking up Dale's plate and placing it in front of her while Simon nodded.
"Uhmm..." She moaned in pleasure as she took a bite. God, this was really good!
"Do you like the food?" Simon couldn't help but ask after seeing her pleased yet cute reaction, while Nevaeh subconsciously nodded her head.
"I love it." She replied.
"They should cook more of this."
While she enjoyed her food, she was oblivious to Mr Simon's gaze on her. Had she seen him, she would have seen the weird look he had in his eyes.
"Are you okay, madam?" He asked when Nevaeh suddenly sighed out.
Bobbing her head up and down and her hand rubbing the small bump on her stomach, she replied, "I'm too full." She hissed.
.....
"You are a long way from home," Dale said with a lazy tone as he stared at the woman leisurely sitting in front of him like she was in her house. She hasn't changed a day.
"Nice to see you too." She replied, her tone just as like the aura that surrounded her – heavy and divine.
Dale let out a lazy sigh as he turned his gaze away from her to look at the wings glowing above his head. He didn't have the time and energy for her. She sighed when he behaved like that.
Following his line of sight, the look in her eyes changed when she saw what he was staring at.
"Your little minion, where is he?" Laila inquired.
Returning his gaze to her, he replied, "He is no business of yours. State your purpose of being here, Lai." His tone sounded curt, it was a sign of his brooding irritation. She knew better than to ask him stupid questions.
"You know why I'm here."
"Do I?" He cocked a brow at her. They both stared at each other silently, but the tension in the air could be felt. The atmosphere thickened, and it felt like a cloud of smoke was slowly brewing.
After few seconds elapsed, and she tore her gaze from his, a wary sigh escaping her lips. She knew there was no way she could stand against him.
"I just want to see her." She said in a more submissive and polite tone. She had come all the way here for a purpose and provoking him wasn't going to help her accomplish that.
"You can't." Came his cold reply making her frown.
"Why? I'm her...."
"You're nothing."
"Engel!" She snapped, making his eyes narrow at her as the aura around him began to change and the air suddenly stiffened.
"Leave while you still can." He told her in a casual voice. Her hands clenched to her side, but she dare not voice her discontent. This was the problem with him. The very reason he was stuck here.
Laila bit her lips as she stood up.
"You can't hide her forever." She said, but Dale didn't reply. He looked at her from the corner of his eyed before looking away.
Laila was infuriated by his behaviour. No matter how long it took, a leopard spot will never change.
She rose to her feet, her eyes staring at the door at the other end of the sitting room.
"They'll be coming soon." She suddenly said before glancing at Dale, whose lips curved with a lazy smile, "Let them come." He said.
But Lai did not miss the look in his eyes. This man has indeed changed.