Chapter 21: Reginald came back to find her
"..."
Heloise's eyes widened in shock.
What did that mean?
She didn't think the woman in his mouth was Harriet and Jane, was she?
But she was just a replacement for his deceased sister. How could he have such a desire...
Ben, who was sitting in the car, was also shocked when he heard this, and sat in his seat for a while to slow down before he said embarrassedly, "Mr. Wordsworth's taste is really different."
He likes psychotics?
Well done.
At those words, Reginald let out a low laugh, "Do you think I should get her? But if I do, I won't be able to keep taking on her as a substitute for my sis."
"Huh?"
Ben was a little confused. When had Mr. Wordsworth ever been so indecisive?
"..."
Heloise perked up her ears to hear Reginald's decision, only to wait and hear nothing.
Reginald didn't speak again.
That left a breath hanging in the back of her throat, not going up or down.
Heloise curled up in the trunk and didn't move.
She murmured in her heart.
Reginald, please be a human. Don't go too far with the perversion.
Heloise calculated the time of the journey, and the car came to an unexpected stop.
"Mr. Wordsworth, here it is."
Ben got off and opened the door for Reginald.
He was also waiting for Reginald's answer, but he didn't dare to pursue it when Reginald just wouldn't say anything.
"Uh-huh."
Reginald bends down to get out of the car, his leather shoes on the ground, the corners of his coat carrying the wind.
Heloise fumbled in the trunk in the dark as she carefully discerned how far away the footsteps were.
When she was almost there, she reached out and pushed, then lowered the seat in front of her forward, and she got out of the trunk, discreetly put the seat up, and pushed the door open a little to squeeze out.
She rolled on the ground, with a swift action, to the side of the car to look towards Hyacinth Garden.
Reginald was already standing at the gate.
Ben and his bodyguards were at his side.
The gates were slowly opened and the building was in sight.
Heloise held her breath and leapt to the side, passing quickly like a puff of smoke, unnoticed.
Reginald stood calmly, lazily watching the gate open, without turning his head.
The light in the courtyard is dim, illuminating the walls of Hyacinth in warm colors.
Reginald rubbed his fingers over the tattoo on his right hand, and his thin lips hooked up in a smile-like arc, then took a step inside.
In the living room of the building, the two middle-aged maids had just awakened and were sitting on the sofa with a confused look on their faces.
Why did they fall asleep?
It must be because they were too tired from watching this psychotic patient for the past two days and didn't have enough rest.
Outside suddenly came the sound of footsteps.
The two maids stood up in a panic, and when they raised their eyes, they saw Reginald walking in with a broad stride.
Both Harriet and Jane's breath hitched, and they hurriedly bowed and bent over, "Good evening, young master."
They thought.
Didn't you say you weren't coming back tonight?
"Uh-huh."
Reginald responded casually, his voice low and magnetic, "Where is she?"
It was obvious who this "she" was referring to.
The two maids looked at each other in panic. If the young master knew that they slept through the night at work, he would not have given mercy to them.
Jane was the first to react, pretending to be calm, "Miss was sleepy in the afternoon, she's still sleeping now."
"Uh-huh."
Reginald nodded, turned and headed over to the stairs.
Harriet grabbed Jane, panicked, and lowered her voice, "How dare you talk nonsense in front of Young Master?"
Nonsense would kill.
"Miss did go to bed a long time ago, if she is still sleeping at this time, I'm not talking nonsense, let's bet on it."
Jane whispered to her.
Whatever, definitely they couldn't confess their dereliction of duty.
"Yes, you're right!"
Harriet didn't have a better idea.
Reginald's shiny black shoes made a heavy thud on the wooden stairs.
A thud by thud…
It sounded piercingly cold.