21. Back to Mansion

The same day in the evening, I just sluggishly lay on the middle of my bed, looking at the ceiling. The idea of becoming a wife of the billionaire at the age of eighteen is like a bundle of nerves for me. I'm not sure what is more saddening for me, the fact that I'm now married to the man who think of me as despicable being or the fact that Hobsons are going to lock me in their house and monitor my actions.

Which one was the most severe and frightful for me, I can't tell I keep thinking and can't make up my mind to listen to Matt's order. Although he asked me to shift to his house by tonight, but I'm still at my rental apartment and remain torpefied.

Sudden knock on my door makes me jump out of my skin. I sit up and glance at the door. Maybe Matt has sent his men now to take me to his house. With the pounding heart, I stand up from my bed and reach to the door.

A young, good-looking man in formal outfit is standing there at my doorway with his hands in his pocke