The door, which had been locked from the inside, was effortlessly pushed open from the outside. Hailey, sitting in front of the desk, felt a moment of panic and looked up.
It was Feng De, wheeling a meal cart in.
Feng De approached her with a knowing expression and said earnestly, "Miss Hailey, don't waste your energy."
Hailey was stunned.
It turned out that everything she did was under their watchful eyes, all in vain.
"The Taylor family has the most stringent information monitoring. Any electronic devices not logged into by the young master are under comprehensive surveillance, and moreover, not to mention that your calls can't get through, even if they did..." Feng De paused here, looking at Hailey with a hint of compassion, and continued, "it would be useless."
"Why?"
"Because he is Alexander," Feng De said.
Alexander, a name that signifies privilege.
Hailey slumped in her chair, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, forming a protective posture.
Nothing she did would help; she was imprisoned here, unable to escape.
"Miss Hailey, you are too weak. Please eat something," Feng De said, placing a variety of fragrant and colorful dishes from the meal cart onto the desk.
"I really haven't had a child, and I've never had any connection with him before," Hailey murmured, holding onto a glimmer of hope as she looked at Feng De. "Butler Feng, if I go to Alexander and beg him to let me go, would it work?"
Anything to get her out, to give her freedom; she was willing to beg Alexander like a beggar...
What she received in response was a look of pity from Feng De, nothing more.
Hailey understood his implication and felt somewhat desperate. Could it be that she could only turn to that person for help? No, she couldn't...
Alexander never came to infringe her again, nor did he ever come to see her again.
Hailey's physical strength gradually recovered, but being imprisoned in the castle for several days took a toll on her spirit.
The castle was filled with countless bodyguards, and she was watched wherever she went, not even able to step outside the front door.
Unable to contact family, colleagues, or friends, Feng De and the bodyguards, along with psychological experts, took turns questioning her about the baby whereabouts every day, using various methods, either fatigue tactics, not allowing her to use the restroom, or intimidation...
Day after day, she felt on the verge of a breakdown.
She couldn't understand why Alexander would insist that she had his child, and under their persistent questioning, Hailey even started to wonder if she had amnesia.
But she clearly remembered everything, except for the baby.
If there really was a baby, even if she had amnesia, there should be a child by her side, but there was clearly none, which made no sense at all...
What exactly had happened to her during the time she didn't know about?
Stop asking, I haven't hidden a baby, and I haven't given birth to one."
In another round of relentless questioning, Hailey painfully repeated her words thousands of times, her face as pale as paper, her lips dry and colorless.
After the psychologist left, she slowly squatted down with her back against the wall, her fingers buried in her hair, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
When would this hopeless life have to continue...
She was trapped in this paradise-like hell, day and night, for a baby that didn't even exist, unable to break free.
"Ugh... Alexander, don't do this..."
The soft, sticky moans of a woman came from outside.
Hailey stood up and gently opened the door to look out. She saw a woman sitting on the balcony in the corridor, her silk pajamas slipping down to her elbows, revealing a well-proportioned, alluring figure.
Alexander stood in front of her, impeccably dressed, embracing her, with his palms wandering over her body and his lips kissing her neck, fully focused.
"Alexander... umm..." The woman tilted her head back, allowing the man to do as he pleased, her expression one of enjoyment. "Alexander, when will you promote Christina?"
"What position do you want to be promoted to?" Alexander nibbled on her neck, his voice cold, not at all like someone in the throes of passion.
"I don't want to hope to be your girlfriend, but it would be fine to be one of your many women.
Don't worry, I'll be very discreet and never speak out in public.
" The woman said, her hands tightening around him. "Is that okay?"
"It depends on you."
"I will do my utmost."
"Clever."
Alexander picked up the woman and walked away.
Hailey stood at the door, her eyes filled with hatred as she watched this scene.
This despicable man was not only an animal but also a pervert, disgusting. Yet, there were women who willingly threw themselves at him, wanting to be one of his many women?
Wasn't he supposed to be choosing a marriage partner? Still messing around, the so-called upper class was just so filthy...
Hailey opened the door and walked in the opposite direction.
She walked aimlessly through the luxurious interior of the castle, the paintings on the walls along the way leaving her in awe.
Alexander was indeed the richest man in the world; these famous paintings, hard to find even as reproductions, were collected here in such numbers, all originals.
Only these paintings made her feel slightly more comfortable in her imprisonment.
Standing in front of the wall, looking at the paintings, her mood gradually calmed down, and she felt a hint of hunger.
Because of the endless questioning from Feng De and the bodyguards, psychologists, she hadn't eaten a good meal for two days.
Ignoring the two bodyguards following her, Hailey wandered through the castle, which was as big as a maze.
After a long walk, she finally found the kitchen.
The kitchen was clean and bright, with the most advanced equipment, twice as large as her entire home. The maids and chefs were busy with their tasks, ignoring her.
Hailey didn't speak, just walked in and opened the refrigerator to see if there were any ingredients.
No one stopped her.
There was a special area for ingredients, with separate refrigerators for vegetables and fresh products, and even a fish tank with many fresh live fish...
Fish, it's been a long time since I've had fish soup.
Hailey walked over, picked up a black fish with a net, skillfully scaled and fin-trimmed, and sliced thin fish slices with a knife. The knives in the palace were even better than those in her home, making it effortless to slice fish...
She never liked spicy food, so she took a few tomatoes as ingredients, and after a while of cooking, the tomato fish soup in the pot emitted a burst of fragrance.
"Young master."
A neat voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Hailey's heart tightened, and she slowly turned around to see Alexander, wearing a loose thin sweater, walking into the huge kitchen, casually and lazily, with long strides and a slightly heavy gait.
Probably because he just got up from bed, his short hair was a bit messy, but it didn't detract from his handsome at all, even making him look more sexy.
If this appearance was seen by the many girls who secretly admired Alexander, they might scream on the spot.
Of course, Hailey would not admit that he was handsome. She would only think that his face was too indulgent, his eyes were so black and deep, clearly a sign of his usual debauchery, and looking at him was full of lust.
Without looking more, Hailey quickly averted her gaze and picked up a cup of water to drink.
Alexander glanced coldly and saw Hailey standing in front of the sink, her lips slightly open, drinking water, her fair neck rolling into an arc as she swallowed, the simple action of drinking water unconsciously exuding temptation, causing his body to tighten quickly.
An unusual temperature gradually spread all over his body.
He had to admit that Hailey's pure and innocent face had a fatal attraction to him.
He was not a man who liked to bind himself, but he never indulged, and he was even more unwilling to indulge in a woman, so since he imprisoned her, he had not touched her again, but changed to other women to accompany him.
For him, all women are the same.
But it's strange, it didn't work.
The sexy and enchanting Christina, even naked, couldn't arouse his interest, but Hailey, just by drinking water, made him feel such an impulse.
"It seems that I have been too kind to you, and you still have the mood to cook here."
Dissatisfied with his strong reaction to this woman, Alexander spoke coldly and strode towards her.
He approached her, carrying the perfume of a woman.
Hailey frowned, hating this man who violated and imprisoned her again and again, and said sarcastically, "Isn't Mr. Alexander gone to have fun? How could he appear in the kitchen so quickly? This happiness is really short-lived."
What kind of person is Alexander?
How could he not understand the sarcasm in her tone? That was the most thorough insult to a man.
His brows tightened instantly, and his anger surged from the bottom of his heart.
"Bang -"
Alexander slapped his palm down on the kitchen counter, his gaze narrowing in anger as he looked at her.
Almost gnashing of teeth, "Short? You don't know how long I can go, do you?"
"I don't have a clue."
"Is that so? Then let me refresh your memory." With that, Alexander reached out and grasped her chin.
Hailey was never one to be sharp-tongued or aggressive; she only spoke sarcastically out of extreme anger, and now he was provoked, but the fire seemed to have spread to her as well.
She felt a bit panicked and fell silent, turning her face away and moving to one side.
Alexander, however, did not let her go, pulling her back in front of him and, disregarding the many people in the kitchen, he reached his hand into her clothes. Hailey's face turned pale instantly, as she pushed his hand away while whispering, "I was wrong, Mr. Alexander."
For days, she had been imprisoned to the point of losing her temper, and admitting her mistake meant nothing to her anymore.
"Who said an apology has to be forgiven? You're terribly naive!"