His voice sliced through the air once more, sharp and impatient. “Zelia, if you’re not here in five minutes, you can get lost. I don’t need a woman who doesn’t obey!”
With the call ended, I muttered to myself, “I don’t need a repulsive, disgusting man either.”
Upon arriving at the villa and handing over the items, I was struck by the sight of Caesar, his attire in disarray. At the same time, Gaia wrapped herself shyly in a blanket.
The air thick with unspoken tension revealed all that had transpired, and I was taken aback by his desperation.
“Mr. Wallace, please let me go; this is utterly embarrassing,” she implored.
Caesar fixed me with a frosty glare before gently gathering Gaia in his arms.
“Don’t worry, Gaia. I’ll take you to the bathroom,” he whispered soothingly, cradling her as if she were a rare treasure.
As they disappeared into the bathroom, I surveyed the lavish decor around me, a wave of sorrow washing over my heart.
The room was a haven of luxury, adorned with exquisite artworks and rare treasures, the kind you wouldn’t find in any ordinary store.
My own apartment, however, was a minimalist’s dream, stripped down to the essentials.