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Chapter thirteen
Lyla
Itwasthesound that woke her up.
Sounds, to be precise. A loud noise, like the whirring of a machine and the chatter of two women.
She came to in the bed, her eyes blinking to adjust to the beautiful sunlight streaming in from the windows. The view, which had been majestic and dangerous yesterday, looked sublime and inviting today.
Jumping out of the bed, she walked to the deck, looking at the shimmering grayish-blue water of the bay and the magnificent rocky peaks, the sunlight on her skin warming her to the bones.
Taking in a full, deep breath, she turned on her heel and decided to begin her day by investigating what the noise was.
A deep red rose on the bedside table, one that hadn’t been there the previous night, caught her eye. Picking it up, mindful of the thorns, she examined it, realizing it was a fresh cut and not an eternal rose. A note sat on the side.
‘How do you like your home?’
Lyla blinked, reading the words again. Her home? No, he must’ve meant ‘my’ home and misspelled it.
Wondering what time it was and how long she’d been slumbering, how she hadn’t heard him enter and leave the rose and the note, she walked out of the room, only to come to a halt at two females—a young girl and an older woman—in the area.
Immediately, her guards went up, making her realize how low she’d actually let them go within a day of being there. She wanted to demand who they were and what they were doing there, but her throat locked up. She couldn’t talk to people anymore; strangers scared her. It was different when she was working—she knew what was expected of her then—but she didn’t know what was expected of her now, and she didn’t know how to react.
Without a word, she slowly started to retreat back into her room when the older woman glanced up at her, her face showing surprise.
“Good morning, Mrs. Blackthorne!”
She froze. What the fuck?
Startled at the address, she stared at the older lady in wonder. She didn’t know if he had told them she was his wife or they had simply assumed, but for some reason, she did not correct her.
“P... please call me Lyla,” she offered in return, stumbling but catching herself, the woman’s warm smile making her feel strange.
“Yes, Lyla,” the older woman accepted. “I’m Bessie, and this one here—” she pointed to the younger girl “—is Nikki.”
Not really sure what the polite response was to small talk, since this was probably the first conversation she was having like this, she just gave them a small smile. It felt odd on her face, the sides lifting slightly, the muscles unused for so long. An awkward silence filled the space, before Bessie, blessed woman that she was, looked at her rose, her smile splitting her cheeks.
“I see Mr. Blackthorne has been using the garden. Have you seen it yet?”
Lyla shook her head, and the older woman, maybe intuitive, maybe perceptive, didn’t make any comment on her lack of reactions. She beckoned her forward with one hand, leaving aside the vacuum cleaner that she had been holding—the source of the noise. Hesitantly, Lyla walked forward, glancing at Nikki who stared at her with slightly cool eyes like the girls in the complex had.
“We hadn’t even known he was married until a few days ago,” Bessie kept talking, drawing her attention back. “He was always here alone, and we all just thought he was one of them bachelors, you know?”
“Who all?” Lyla asked, following Bessie as she led her to the main double doors of the house.
“The villagers mainly. When he bought this land and started building the house, gave lots of us jobs. I take care of the house. My husband takes care of the green, and Nikki takes care of the kitchen.”
The calm, comforting way Bessie talked made Lyla relax a bit. “How many people...?”
“Work here?”
She nodded.
“About six,” the older woman opened the door. “We’re all day staff since the village is just a few minutes away. At night, there’s only security at the main gate and those were brought from the outside by Mr. Blackthorne.”
Fascinating.
The kind of man he’d always seemed, a lone wolf, she hadn’t ever imagined him as having people working under him. But it fit him. He was commanding.
