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   Chapter 14 A Special Gift

Sealed With Love By Sophy James Characters: 8660

Updated: 2020-01-25 00:24

Spencer stood at the door for some time. He grew nervous in an instant as Fiona moved a little in her sleep.

'Fiona, I was the same age as you when my mother died. The happy life I'd dreamed of at eighteen was quickly destroyed. Do you have any idea how much I hate you? I don't know who else to hate.'

Suddenly, the phone rang in the living room.

With a frown, Spencer regained his composure and went to answer it "Hello? Okay, I get it. I'll be right there."

The noise interrupted Fiona's slumber. Hoping to figure out what was going on, she slowly got out of bed and tiptoed her way to the open door. She got there just in time to catch Spencer on his way out in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" Fiona blurted out.

He stopped, turned around, and said, "There's an emergency I have to deal with."

"Are you leaving?" Fiona frowned.

"Yes." When Spencer went to open the door, she stopped him.

"What about me?" she asked, a little anxious.

Spencer stared at her for a few seconds and said, "You can stay here. I'll be back before the weekend and take you to the city."

Fiona nodded, "Okay, be careful."

He cleared his throat and said, "Hmm."

With that, he finally opened the door and walked out.

Fiona found her way to the balcony. Looking down, she could see Spencer striding forward with Johnson by his side, a serious look on his face. He then took out his mobile phone purposefully.

Sure enough, the man looked devastatingly handsome.

She pursed her lips as a thought suddenly occurred to her. Perhaps she could design a necklace for men. It would be the perfect entry for the ZR Company's jewelry design competition!

With that in mind, Fiona rushed downstairs. As soon as she was out of the building, she caught sight of Johnson.

"Hi, Johnson!" Fiona called out.

"Hi, Fiona! Why are you out here?" he asked, smiling

"Oh, I'm going back to my room." She gave him a faint smile. "Has Spencer left?"

"He just left," he said and scratched his head. "Fiona, Spencer said that while he is away, you're to stay in his place. We will be moving your things here soon. You won't have to move back."

"I'm staying here?" Fiona asked in surprise.

"Yes. You'll be staying in Spencer's house and that your meals are to be brought to you. If there's nothing else, you shouldn't go out. Otherwise..." Speaking of this, Johnson suddenly stopped and smiled dryly at Fiona.

"Otherwise what?" Fiona was confused.

"Nothing! Spencer asked me to keep you safe," he said hurriedly.

'Did he really say that?' Fiona thought with a frown. She hadn't expected him to say something that sweet.

Johnson was relieved when Fiona didn't ask him any further questions. Because what Spencer had really said was, "Look after her. Tell her not to go out unless it's necessary. Also, don't let her seduce people like you!"

Once she was back to the second floor, they started bringing up the dishes from the canteen, filling the table.

There were many dishes on the table, all of which were to help revitalize the blood.

"Why are there so many dishes?" She was a little taken aback by the sheer number.

"We'd originally planned this meal for both you and Spencer. But since he has something to do, he left without eating his share. Fiona, please make sure to eat these dishes. They are good for your health," the chef responded absent-mindedly.

"Did Spencer ask you to do cook these dishes?" Fiona wondered.


"Why don't you invite others to dine with me? It will be a waste considering I can't eat them all," Fiona pointed out.

"That's not possible!" He shook his head. "Spencer doesn't like others coming here. Please enjoy yourself, Fiona."

After saying that, the man ran away as if being chased.

"Alas..." With a resigned expression, she sat down at the table and began to eat alone.

Looking at the dishes on the table gave her pause. Did Spencer tell the cook to cook all these dishes? Why would he do that? The man was making her more and more confused as the days went by. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to kill her; other times, it felt like he cared about her.

'What are we supposed to do now, Spencer? How am I supposed to face you in the future?'

It was very quiet in the house. The night was as cold as the water, with the star

s sparkling in the sky.

Sitting in front of the window, Fiona held the sketchpad and came up with her design.

In the past, she drew things from her own imagination and her knowledge of jewelry design. Would it be good enough for the competition?

At first, she couldn't put brush to paper. After some room to breathe, she gave it another try.


Taking a deep breath, she started her project.

For three consecutive days, Fiona did nothing but draw inside the house. The dishes were frequently served on time, making it needless for her to leave the room. She sat leisurely in her room as the necklace's prototype began to take shape. She occasionally found herself thinking of Spencer, wondering how he was doing.

Early the next morning, Fiona turned over in her sleep, only to find her quilt damp. Was it raining?

She rubbed her eyes, opened the curtains, and saw that it was indeed raining outside. The smell of the wet earth hitting the air, even through the glass barrier.

She caught sight of men in groups running around the white building. It seemed that the rain didn't put a stop to their training.

Fiona frowned. She hated rainy days the most. Those days she could feel her the scars on her back ache. Of course, she was aware it was a psychological effect, but there was no stopping it.

Grabbing a corner of the curtain with a sigh, she turned to close it. Only it wouldn't budge. She tried harder, but this time the curtain came crashing down. Fiona looked up to find she'd broken the hook it had hung on.

What should she do now? 'Rainy days are really not my days,' she thought.

The ringing cellphone interrupted her thoughts.

She put down the curtain, walked over to it and picked it up. It was the first time she'd used the phone.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Me," a calm voice answered from the other end of the line.

"Spencer?" Fiona asked with uncertainty.

"It's me. I'm on my way back. Are you still staying in my place?"

"Yes, I'm here."


With that, Spencer hung up the phone. Fiona looked at it with a frown. 'Why did he call?' she wondered.

As soon as she put down her phone and turned around, she was frustrated to see the curtain on the floor. What if he blamed this on her when he came back? No way. She had to do something about it before he returned!

After hanging up the phone, Spencer closed his eyes and rubbed his brow.

"Spencer, where are we going?"

"My place."

This time things had gotten a bit more troublesome. Spencer hadn't slept for two days and felt exhausted.

A while later, they were back at the white building.

"Here we are, Spencer."

"Okay." Spencer nodded, opened his eyes, and then strode out of the car.

Johnson hurried to hold an umbrella for him.

"It's raining..." He looked up along the side of the umbrella and inadvertently glanced up to the second floor where Fiona was. As soon as he saw her, his eyes contracted. What was she doing? Why was she standing on the windowsill?

His breath caught, and he started to bellow, "Fiona! What the hell are you doing?" He took off through the rain and rushed to the second floor.

Once there, he stood in horror at the sight of Fiona. She was holding onto the curtain with one hand, while the other was holding onto the window frame. But that wasn't what had him so horrified. She was standing on her tiptoes on the windowsill, trying to restore the curtain to its place.

He narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Fiona, do you want to die?"

Fiona's body stiffened. She hadn't expected him to be back so soon. She was a little embarrassed to be caught in this position. She turned to him and said, "Oh hey, you're back? Ahh!"

She'd tried to turn but failed. Her body shook on the windowsill, making her lose her balance.

"Watch out!" Spencer quickly ran to the window and held her in his arms.

As he brought her down to his chest, their lips accidentally touched.

Fiona drew back from the contact, terrified of looking at the face in front of hers.

Spencer swallowed hard trying to brush aside this accidental kiss. But Fiona's stiff posture told him she was having a more difficult time doing the same.

"So is this your way of welcoming me back? A gift for my safe return?" His sudden smile slowly breaking the tension.

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