Ethan didn't trust me being alone.
Not for fear of what i could do like run or escape from the Doll House but having Aryan going berserk at not letting me go.
Even he can see the obsession Aryan has for me that even now, when the maids are folding my things in a suitcase and helping putting my clothes, the one Lady has made for me before she died in my old luggage, hid eyes was dead lock on me.
I felt chills running down my spine.
I refuse to leave without my clothes even when Ethan told me my new master owns so much wealth that I would own clothes more than my mind could ever imagine.
Better quality, better design.
I didn't care about that but one thing Ethan said to me which made my chest beats faster but out of anxiety is how my master was so powerful the whole town would lies on his feet.
How powerful, I wonder?
Could he protect me from Aryan or the Dollhouse? Just that would make me grateful to him my whole life.
Aryan stood at the corner.
