Chapter 1282


    "Ian, I''m hungry."


    She fumbled for the staircase beside her, intending to make her way downstairs.


    Instead, Ian came closer, scooped her up bridal style.


    "I''ll carry you down to prevent any idents."


    "Alright."


    She nodded, obediently letting him hold her, smelling that distinct cool scent of his that always


    reassured her.


    When they reached the living room downstairs, her hand felt around the table.


    Soon a meal of light dinner was served in front of her.


    Ian picked up the spoon, "Let me feed you."


    "Alright."


    She smiled, opening her mouth to ept the food.


    After they finished, Ian helped her back upstairs to rest.


    "Ian, didn''t you say it was daytime? Can I sit on the couch for a bit?"


    She wasn''t ready to sleep yet.


    "Maja, you need to rest. It will help your eyes recover quicker."


    "Okay then."


    She didn''t say anything else, allowing him to guide her to the bedroom. Once she was on the bed, she


    suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist.


    "I can''t sleep alone. Can you stay with me?"


    "I''ll be right back. I have some work to take care of."


    "Oh, then go ahead."


    Maja let go of his waist, listening to the sound of his footsteps slowly fading.


    She frowned, inhaling deeply. The room was filled with the same scent, a fragrance everywhere.


    She slowly squatted down, her fingertips grazed the floor, her body stiffened.


    The stuff in Greenfield Gardens was her design, she knew every detail by heart, especially the flooring


    of Greenfield Gardens.


    It was a wooden floor she had personally found in Crystalbrook Valley, a rare find that sold out every


    year.


    She had made several trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch of wood flooring.


    Now, the room she was in was very simr to Greenfield Gardens.


    Especially thefort of the bed, the details of the doors and dining table were identical to Greenfield


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    Gardens.


    These international brands were easy to find, but the wooden floor was hard toe by.


    This was not Greenfield Gardens, someone had created a house simr to Greenfield Gardens for her.


    The man she just met was not Ian, but someone pretending to be him.


    His cool scent was identical to Ian''s, but with an artificial, deliberate aroma.


    Maja was panicked for a moment, herplexion changed, but she continued to explore the room.


    She found theyout of this room was identical to Greenfield Gardens, even the fabric of the curtains


    was the same.


    If she hadn''t noticed the peculiarities of the floor, she would never have discovered the truth.


    Her palms were sweaty, but she had no choice but to lie down on the bed, pretending she hadn''t


    noticed.


    When she woke up from a nap, there was still no one in her room.


    She hated this feeling of not being able to see anything, fumbling her way into the bathroom.


    Everything in the bathroom was identical to Greenfield Gardens, who was this man who had confined


    her?


    Was it Mr. K, or someone else?


    Her palms were shaking slightly, but she had to stay calm!


    After freshening up, she took a deep breath, fumbling her way downstairs.


    There were noisesing from the kitchen. She heard Ian''s voice. He seemed to be asking the chef


    how to chop vegetables.


    She fumbled her way to the kitchen door, listening to him ask.


    "Maja, why don''t you sleep a bit more?"


    He was too much like Ian, even his pauses were identical.


    Maja''s heart was racing, but she acted calm.


    "Are you cooking? Can Ie help? You can teach me."


    "Alright."


    He took her by the hand, slowly led her into the kitchen, washed her hands, and put a knife in her hand.


    His lips curled into a smile, treating this as a yful interaction between them.


    Maja asked, "What are we making now?"


    "Beef, there''s broth boiling in the pot, you can have them fried or boiled."


    As soon as he finished speaking, Maja turned around, knife in hand, and plunged it straight into his


    shoulder.


    If she could see, this knife would''ve gone straight into his heart.


    The housekeeper still standing in the kitchen was startled and screamed.


    "Mr. Raymond!"


    But Maja held onto the knife coldly, her eyebrows furrowing.


    "I know you''re not Ian."


    Ian removed the knife from her hand, wiped the blood from her palm with a wet wipe, then had the


    bodyguard take her to sit on the sofa.


    When Phelps arrived, he heard Maja asking, "Who are you? This isn''t Greenfield Gardens."


    Sweat was pouring from Ian''s forehead. He took off his robe and leaned back on the couch.


    Jeff was frantically asking nearby, "Dr. Herrington, does this need stitches?"


    Phelps nodded, skillfully stitching up the wound.


    Maja finally realized something was off. Her mind was a mess. She first called out.


    "Jeff?"


    "Ms. Pennyfeather, I''m here."


    Maja couldn''t see faces. The voice sounded exactly like Jeff. Were these people skilled at imitation, or


    had she got it wrong?


    But she was sure that the floor she felt was different from Greenfield Gardens.


    She slowly squatted down, her fingertips felt the floor again.


    She was taken aback, how could this be?


    The floor she felt now was identical to Greenfield Gardens.


    So was the man she just hurt really Ian?