Chapter 154


    Westin.


    The moment Daran heard that name, a scary expression appeared on his face.


    His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as he took in deep, ragged breaths, trying to contain the


    rage bubbling up inside of him.


    …You spent the night with him,” he said in a strained voice, staring at J for confirmation.


    J bit her lips.


    She didn’t want Daran to know about this since she didn’t want to cause Westin unnecessary


    trouble.


    Yet it is out in the air now. She would not deny it either.


    “Yes.”


    She answered briefly, loud and clear.


    any


    Daran balled his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.


    His whole body radiated an energy of barely restrained fury.


    “How…dare…you!” he growled, his voice rumbling with anger.


    “Who I spent the night with has nothing to do with you,” J said quickly.


    Wendy and the other maids looked back and forth between the two of them with an astonished


    look.


    They were probably all wondering how J gathered the courage to talk to a master like that.


    Daran let out a cold snort.


    He strode forward and held J’s arm in an iron grip.


    “I am taking this maid away with me.”


    He was talking to Wendy, but his eyes were fixed on J’s face like a hawk.


    Wendy nodded hastily, “O–Of course, Alpha Daran. Whatever that works out for you…”


    Daran grabbed J’s wrist and marched away, causing her to stagger behind him. They took the


    elevator and went up to his suite. On the way, they encountered many maids who were about to


    wake their masters from their sleep.


    Those maids all looked at them with shocked eyes as they walked by and kept staring even when


    they were gone.


    Rumors about her being dragged to Daran’s room would be flying around the pce even before


    the breakfast was served.


    Daran kicked the door open and shoved J in.


    There were already a few maids waiting inside. They were here to help Daran freshen up and get


    changed.


    “Everyone out.” Daran let out a cold sneer as he stared at J. “She will be my maid today.”


    The other maids bowed and hurried out of the room, escaping the scene hastily. The door closed


    and left the two of them standing face–to–face with each other. “What are you doing still standing


    there?”


    Daran opened his arms and said in a cold voice, “Don’t you know how to help your master get


    changed?”


    He was still dressed in loungewear, which proved that he had left the room in a hurry this morning


    and didn’t even have the time to get changed.


    J took a deep breath.


    She knew that Daran was mad and he was venting his fume on her.


    If she resisted or argued back, this would turn into another meaningless fight, which was thest


    thing that she needed right now.


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    So she walked up ced her hands on the first button of his shirt and started undressing him.


    When she got to the third button, a hoarse voice traveled down from above her head:


    “You used to help me get dressed like that all the time when we were married.”


    He sounded sad and nostalgic.


    But not all the time. J corrected him internally.


    He was not around most of the time. She spent eighty percent of their marriage waking up in an


    empty room alone.


    That lonely feeling still haunted her even today.


    Daran didn’t get the reaction that he was hoping for. His breathing became heavy again.


    He asked in a freezing voice:


    “Did you undress that Westin guy like this yesterday?”


    J’s hands paused.


    He caught her wrist again/His palm was surprisingly cold and slightly shaking as though he was


    afraid of something.


    Π


    “….Answer me,” he said, half–demanding, half–pleading.


    J took in a deep breath and said, “No.”


    mes of hope rekindled at the back of his voice, “So you didn’t sleep with himst night?”


    J got to thest button and took his clothes off


    J got to thest button and took his clothes off.


    “I don’t want to bother you with my personal stuff, master.” She stressed thest word, reminding


    him of their current positions.


    She walked to the closet and came back with his suit.


    She was going to help him get dressed and he snatched the clothes from her and put it on himself.


    “I am going to find that out.” He said to her darkly, “If you dare to betray me and sleep with that


    lowly guard, I can make him regret being born. It only takes me one thumb to crush somebody like


    him to death.”


    Rage red in J’s chest.


    Betray him?


    What the fuck was he talking about?


    Was he so delusional that he had forgotten that they were no longer mates


    nymore? They had nothing to do with one another!


    Did jealousy really make him go crazy?


    “Don’t you have somewhere to be, master?” she reminded icily, hoping that he could fuck off as


    soon as possible.


    Daran was in the middle of tying his tie.


    Hearing her say that, he pulled the tie back out again and dumped it to the floor furiously.


    “You would love me to disappear, don’t you? So you can sneak out during the day and hang out


    with your second chance mate?”


    He let out a coldugh.


    “But too bad. I am staying in today. Right here. With you.”


    His jealousy and paranoia were getting out of control.


    J rolled her eyes internally and decided that she was not going to let his bad temper affect her.


    A few momentster, the maids came back to the room to do the daily cleaning.


    They often did this during the day when the masters were out.


    So when they walked in and found Daran still sitting in a chair with a book in his hand, they hastily


    lowered their backs and stuttered:


    “M–My apology, Alpha Daran…we cane back…”


    “No need. Do whatever you need to do.” Daran turned the page and said, “And give her something


    to do. Keep her busy.”


    He was talking about J.


    The maids hesitated. After a short pause, one maid walked up to Jane and asked her in a careful


    voice:


    So do you know how to dust the bookshelf?”


    L nodded


    “OK. You will be in charge of the dusting-”


    “Give her something more difficult!” Daran snapped with his eyes still on the book.


    Startled by his sudden snarl, the maid shivered in fear.


    J sighed and said to her, “It is OK. You can give me something more challenging to do.”


    Daran apparently wanted her to suffer.


    He would not stop until he got what he wanted.


    The wise thing to do was to simply obey.


    The maid gulped nervously and went to grab her adder and a bucket of rags, “Well…in that case,


    you can clean the window. Be careful when you climb up…don’t fall down from thedder.”


    Daran’s suite had a floor–to–ceiling window, about 5-6 meters high.


    J first went to the bathroom and filled the bucket with soap and water and then came back.


    She rinsed the rags in soap water till it was nice and clean.


    Then she set thedder against the window and climbed up.


    Cleaning was not challenging at all.


    She did this all the time in Riverside Pack.


    The Diaz always drowned her in hardbor. And when she married Daran, she hoped


    that she could get the others to like her by taking up house chores.


    But that didn’t work out at all.


    She cleaned the window from the top to the bottom. First, wipe it with a damp rag and a second


    round with a dry rag.


    Then the ss was spotless.


    Half an hourter, the maid came to check on her progress and was shocked. “Wow! You are really


    good at this!” the maid gasped.


    J looked down and smiled, “The trick is to use soap water instead of tap water.”


    From a peripheral look, she noticed that Daran’s eyes were no longer on his book anymore.


    He was peeking at her.


    Was he worried that she couldn’t get her job done?


    J let out a cold snort internally held thedder and started to climb down.


    Yet she missed a step.


    Thedder swayed dangerously and then crushed to the floor!


    “Watch out!” the maid screamed.


    J fell off thedder.


    She immediately protected her head with both of her arms and waited for the pain.


    Η


    Yet it never came.


    The next second, she fell into a pair of steady arms, which held her tightly against his chest in a


    princess–style hug.


    She blinked and looked up and found that it was Daran.


    He just sprinted at her from his chair and caught her before she fell to the floor.


    His breathing was short and ragged. And there was a furious look on his face. “Are you stupid?” he


    snapped, “If I haven’t been watching you, you might break your fucking legs! Can’t you just be more


    careful?”


    J blinked, perplexed.


    Wait.


    So he had been peeking at her because…he was genuinely worried that she might fall?


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