I Am The Novel's Villain

Chapter 39

I am just sucking up to Richard Henney. I also know how he just accepts me as a friend because Dad became the Marketing Director of Aesteir now and I, his son, work as his secretary.

I gathered a lot of his trust after 4 years.

I met him when he was 14 and still a seedling. I thought him the basics of socializing with clients. I even gave him the idea that I want to take over the Aesteir.

Fool.

I am just waiting until Ethan came back and decided to use me. I haven't forgotten my debt to him saving me, his family giving me another chance and Laeticia's family.

I definitely have a lot of trump cards now.

I am just going to wait until I have the chance to throw it all out.

***

We entered the estate and the driveway.

True to what Albert said, the garden was the first one to greet me.

I asked him to drop me off here. He seemed reluctant at first but when I told him I want to walk in the garden, he agreed.

I saw the wisteria tree. The purple flowers never changed.

The arch entrance to the garden is now covered with roses.

I started to look at the roses. They are in full bloom and look healthy.

The wind then blew and a straw hat was blown away. I caught it.

“ I'm so sorry, that's my hat. Thank you for catching it for me.”

I stiffened. My back is currently turned at her.

Even though I couldn't see her. I knew instinctively that it was her.

Her voice sounded so musical now.

It's been six years.

I missed you.

Hello, Laeticia.

***

The stranger's back was turned on me.

He is tall. He seems as tall as Richard.

But this man has a stronger build. He looks like he is exercising.

Then he turned to face me.

I felt nervous because he looked intimidating.

Then..

I saw violet eyes.

Something flickered in those eyes as he looked at me.

It felt like I saw those eyes before.

“It sure is windy today.” he handed me my hat.

“Yes.” I answered.

I thought it will be an awkward silence but when he turned to look at the wisteria tree, he looked gentle and contemplating..and also a bit sad. Before, when he turned to face me, he looked a little intimidating and colder than Richard. His voice is also deep with a hint of youthfulness in it.