Chapter 441
Judy’s POV
“Sammy?” I asked as I turned on my bedroom light. Sammy was standing at my desk across the room with her eyes wide like she was a deer caught in the headlights. I could practically hear her heart pounding against her chest as she stared back at me, having been caught snooping through my personal bedroom. “What are you doing in here?”
She visibly swallowed.
“I thought I lost something,” she told me. “I was wondering if maybe it accidently got put in with your things.”
I furrowed my brows at her; it was obvious she was lying.
“What were you looking for?” I asked; I glanced at the time. It was almost midnight. “This late at night…”
“It’s not that important,” she said, hurrying towards the door. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t trying to intrude. I was honestly just looking for something I couldn’t seem to find. Please, forgive me.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say; it was obvious to me that she wasn’t being truthful, but I wasn’t sure of the reason why. I would have understood if she told me the truth; then again, it depended on the truth. I watched as she hurried out of my room, shutting the door behind her.
I was still wrapping my head around the events of that evening when I got dressed and ready for bed. I felt a bit invaded by Sammy being in my space
without any warning or heads-up. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but
I felt a bit unsettled by her explanation.
I made sure to lock my door before I got into bed.
It took a while, but eventually, I was able to drift off into a dreamless sleep. I managed to brush off the thought of Sammy snooping around my room, and about my run-in with Donna Landry and Daisy Baldwin; I thought mainly about my date with Gavin and how wonderful it was. He took me to my favorite restaurant and to an amusement park; both of which were completely foreign to him.
He was so childlike and adorable.
I ended up falling asleep with a smile on my face and my heart swelling at the memory.
Chester was making breakfast when I went into the kitchen. He was humming some tune and had a smile of his own on his face.
“You’re in a good mood,” I said as I sat at the counter. “Have a good night?”
“You could say that,” he said with a grin.
As if on cue, Nan walked into the kitchen, freezing when she saw me.
My eyes scanned her body, and my brows raised. She was wearing nothing but Chester’s T-shirt which was long enough to cover most of her thin frame. Her short hair was a mess from the bed and her cheeks were flushed; not to mention her lips were still swollen.
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“I can see you both had a good night,” I teased, a grin spreading across my face.
“Also, Nan… did you forget that others live here too?”
“It’s early,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t think others would be awake yet.
Especially considering you got in pretty late last night.”
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I shrugged and grabbed the mug filled with coffee that Chester placed in front of
me.
“I have a morning class today,” I told her.
“I don’t have class until this afternoon, but if you wait a minute I can get dressed and we can head to school together.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her. “I don’t want to interrupt your morning or anything.” I wiggled my brows expectantly at her and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m sure… plus, I want to hear all about your date,” she told me, winking as she turned ot leave the kitchen.
Chester’s eyes trailed after her, filled with a love and desire that made my heart swell for my best friend.
I remembered what it was like having a mate look at me like that and the thought made me a bit sad knowing it was never going to happen again.
“You better not break her heart,” I told him, eyeing him carefully. “If you ever od what Ethan did to me-“
“I would never, Chester said firmly. “I might not be perfect… but when I tell her I’m all in, I mean it. I’m all in Now more than ever. Last night…it was incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t ever want that feeling to go away….. breaking her heart would be
breaking my own and that’s not
something I want.”
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I nodded, believing him. Chester was a lot of things… but he wasn’t a liar. I trusted him with my best friend.
He finished cooking and placed a plate in front of me. He made another plate for Nan, set aside a few more for the other staff around the mansion, and then boxed up the rest.
“Where are those going?” I asked.
“The packhouse,” he told me. “They’re a few chefs short this morning so I thought I’d help them out by making extra food.”