Chapter 190


    Chapter 190


    When I woke up, it was the next day.


    I looked around the unfamiliar room in a daze.


    Vaguely, I remembered crying on the sofa yesterday. I’d cried so hard that I was out of breath and


    fainted.


    But…I was at the Knight pack’s headquarters yesterday. How and why was I waking up in such a


    strange ce?


    I struggled to sit up, only to find that my legs were sore, and I couldn’t move.


    ncing around the room, I saw my purse on the sofa across the room. I needed my medicine from


    it…but the sofa was so very far away.


    I was about to crawl over to get the medicine, when the door opened and Jackson came in.


    Goddess, he looked amazing. The sunlighting in through the window behind him made him glow,


    and I felt like I was looking at seventeen-year-old Ss.


    “You’re awake.”


    Jackson’s gaze was gentle as he looked at me.


    “Yeah.” I felt ufortable and nodded before looking up at him. “Where am I?”


    “This is my vi in Arcadia. I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here.”


    “You have a home here? Then why didn’t you refuse the hotel


    room?”


    “Ms. Thorin insisted that you arrange a hotel for me. If I refused, she would have med you and said


    you messed up, right?”


    He was right. “Thank you,” I said quietly, nodding. “What was the result of the bidding?”


    “The Sterling pack won the bid. And the Knight pack will be directly managing it, which means you’ll be


    off the hook with Ms.Thorin.”


    My eyes widened. Griffon wasn’t going to have the MPC handle project management?


    But, what about Tara? Wasn’t Griffon aware of just how bad this would make her look?


    I couldn’t quite figure it out, but I didn’t ask anything further. “Congrattions.”


    Jackson’s brows narrowed, and he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then closed it.


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    “Are you hungry?” he asked.


    I shook my head, looking everywhere but at Jackson. This was too intimate. I noticed my clothes lying


    next to my bag, then looked down to see that I was wearing unfamiliar pajamas.


    My gazed shot up to Jackson’s face.


    “It was the maid who helped you change.”


    I breathed a sigh of relief.


    I needed to leave, to get away from Jackson, but my legs…


    They were still frozen. I was trapped here.