chapter seven

[[ DYLAN'S POV ]]

I heard her little chitchat with my German Shepherd. For a moment, I felt so weird. German Shepherds are very sensitive about the unknown presence around them. Talking about my pet, he was overly sensitive and never let anyone touch it except me and Catherine.

Though I was exercising, my mind was all focused on them. I even heard her low cursing voice as she ran after the dog. I didn't feel bothered since my guards were all around to stop that naughty creature.

But I was happy that she was taught a lesson by my dog too. Everything was going okay until I heard the loud splashing sound.

Frowning hard, I intended to get up from the ground and heard the shrill crying voice of my caretaker,

" Madam...Madam... Somebody help..Madam has fallen in the water.."

I squeezed my eyes shut in annoyance and made my way to the poolside.

Stopping in front of the pool, I spotted her head drowning deep inside the water. My German Shepherd was barking continuously and notified us that someone had fallen in danger. The fur on its body was still looking wet.

Thus it took no time for me to understand what happened here.

I saw one of my men running on the way, already folding his shirt, and was ready to jump down into the water. I made a signal to stop him,

" No! Wait."

He halted in his tracks and gave me a confused look. Without breaking my eye contact from the water, I walked over to the chair and sat down leisurely before reaching out for the lemonade.

Since she didn't follow my command, she deserved to be punished!

The lady panicked glancing at me a few times in worry,

" Sir..She.. she might die.. Please..

Don't be so cruel to her..."

I shrugged half smilingly at her concern and took a sip from my lemonade while assuring her,

" She can survive for three minutes under the water. Don't worry.”

I continued sipping the warm liquid and occasionally caught a glimpse from my summer watch. Only one minute had passed under the water. I wanted her to feel that she was going to die over there.

When the clock finally ticked on the right time, I straightened up myself from the chair. Standing on my bare feet, I positioned myself and jumped into the water.

The coldness hit my biceps severely. Swimming to her, I extended my arms before pulling her head out of the water.

She gasped parting open her lips fearfully and started to choke vigorously.

Keeping my hold firm against her waist, I dragged her out of the water, floating around the pool, and finally placed her over the counter.

Her eyes were watery. Expression was deadly pale without an inch of emotion.

She struggled to keep her breathing regular and was still coughing.

I climbed up from the pool without exchanging any words and went to grab a fresh towel from myself.

The lady caretaker of my house rushed in before helping her to sit straight. She started to pat on her back hoping that she would stop choking probably.

After a while, her features finally relaxed. Her eyes wandered around to look for something and her voice came out with concern,

" Where's the dog? It fell inside the pool. Please call someone to look for it."

I cut off her words by taking a seat on my armchair,

" He is all right. Have you lost your mind, Clara ?”

She frowned stumbling before getting up and rushing onto me saying,

" I swear that he fell in the water. How come you are so.."

" He is absolutely fine.", I interrupted with my stern words and watched her baffled expression. She looked pure after soaking under the water.

How did my subconscious mind wish that she was pure from the heart too? But no!

I explained further laughing at my words,

" Care to tell me Clara which German Shepherd doesn't know how to swim in the water?"

She blurted parting open her lips disbelievingly,

" He..he jumped off..to swim..??"

I shrugged lifting myself and walked across her body,

" Not really! He was just being playful."

" Motherfucker! ", she muttered under her breath with a frustrated sigh.

I crooked my eyebrows at her cursing words and held the urge to laugh.

Never knew that Clara Blackwood, the famous model knew how to curse anyone!

Her soft voice traveled inside my ears as I intended to walk back to my exercise,

" Well.. Dylan... Thanks for rescuing me.."

I paused midway and spun around to face her with a dark chuckle. Stuffing my fists inside my pockets, I revealed without showing gratitude for her words,

" Well, It was fun to watch you drowning honestly. But I still have business with you. So I decided to jump after one minute, 30 seconds."

Her mouth hung open in awe as I walked out from there and went straight for my push-up.

[[CLARA'S POV ]]

Asshole!

I cursed furiously at his retreating figure. No wonder, my half-subconscious mind started to wander on the thought of why didn't anyone jump in to save me.

Although I was on the verge of thinking that I was dying!

He was merciless in torturing me under the water even though I had the possibility of dying. I didn't know how to swim at all. I was kind of afraid of water since my childhood.

Why didn't you just let me die, Asshole since you hate me so much?

Aunty was a soft-hearted woman. She might have seen through my emotions and comforted me while rubbing my arms together,

" Don't take his actions to your heart, dear. Madam's sudden departure has caused a great impact on him."

I hummed softly and strode inside with her along with my heavily soaked body.

I was looking miserable.

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Dylan was busy contacting the ministers of D Nation during the day. I had nothing else to do except stay in my room and play with my mobile phone.

At 9 p.m. when I started to come down for dinner, I heard his enraging voice echoing through the hallway,

" What the fuck are you saying,

Mr.Greg? I need to see him now. What do you mean by leaving?"

I didn't overheard his words clearly but I understood that it was something related to the Military. He was head over heels to seek their help. It wasn't easy to get assistance from the Military.

How I wished that Luke could have provided me with his number so far!

Dylan's tone again buzzed across the surroundings,

" General Carl , isn't it his name? Can you find his location now? Did he already leave for B Nation?"

My thoughts started to tumble wildly inside my head after hearing carl 's name!

Before I could register his words in my mind, Dylan was gone from there. I cursed before running outside barefooted but I saw his Maybach disappearing amidst the darkness of the road.

I ran across the main door but was immediately blocked by his guards. I shot them a questioning glare,

" What nonsense is this?"

One of the guards responded bowing his head slightly,

" Pardon us, Young Lady. Mr.Davidson has forbidden you to step out of this villa alone.”

I shouted not holding back anymore,

" What rubbish are you spouting! I am not a prisoner of him. Besides, I have an urgent task to do now. Let me know."

The guards were unmoved despite my requests and stopped me several times from going outside. I stood there grounded stubbornly but they showed no sympathy.

Frustrated, I started to get a panic attacks.

If Carl leaves today, I will never find him again.