Chapter 6:You Are A Deadly Criminal

Natalie's POV

My jaw tightened and I fell back to the chair unable to resist the anxiety…I couldn't tell what that feeling was. Was it nervousness or happiness? If Mitchell knew who he is, she would definitely never sell me to him.

My brain was in a mess as I continued staring at the papers. Different thoughts that I had never had crossed my mind. My father's business which is now in Mitchell's clutch. How will I attain it? My properties left to me by my father.

I was damn sure about one thing, Mitchell would never release it to me and that was why she got me married to Wilfred.

I need authority to flip everything open…

Just then, I heard a small noise coming from outside. Unbeknownst to me, it wasn't just a small noise, it was someone's light footsteps. And before it cane to my notice…the doorknob twitched abd in the snap of a finger, the door threw open.

Right at the door stood Wilfred with his cold unyielding gaze.

My throat burned and turned sore. I was speechless. I couldn't react. His gaze on me made my skin crawl as if I had been caught stealing. We kept staring at each other but his stares on me was something I couldn't define.

Mysterious, complicated and dangerous.

Was he angry? Who wouldn't be?

While I remained locked in my messy thoughts, he took light steps into the study. Closed the door and walked closer. With every footstep he took, my heart hammered against my chest. I swallowed hard trying to form an excuse I would give.

He stood when he finally made a stance in front of the desk. With an arm crossed he raised an eyebrow and his eyes went over the picture, the opened drawer and the documents I had opened

“What are you doing in my study?” He said finally, breaking the silence but his voice sounded like thunder to my ears. His eyes were dark as his gaze rolled from the papers to me.

Natie.. come up with something.

Then

In a snap, it came back to me.

I found the confidence to get on my feet. From where?

I pointed at the picture, “What's this? This is clearly an invasion of privacy. Not only are you a criminal..you are a deadly one. You stalked me.”

The words rolled out as if it had been practiced for a while. I expected to see guilt or remorse on his face, but there was no shift in his expression.

Confident, intimidating and cold.

It git me angrier, “Can't say a word? I see your intention. You want to keep me here on Mitchell's order. I won't stay here!”

I yelled and with that I got my legs moving ready to not only walk out of his study but out of his house.

As I passed by him, I felt a gush of air run to me from behind. What the hell got my legs stuck? I felt my legs rooted to the floor.

“Huh.. what's this?” I pondered in my head. I tried making an attempt again but it was in utter vain. I heard soft footsteps from behind and it came to my sight Wilfred taking a seat on the chair.

“You plan to fight the whole world but you can't even help yourself and free your stuck legs.”

I unwillingly rolled my eyes to the back, “What do you mean?”

I stared at him but he wasn't even looking at me. Instead his eyes were fixed on the papers on the shelf.

“You are not doing me a favor. I'm returning a favor to your father. You mean nothing to me and to do that I need to keep you away from your mother.”

He explained briefly but I was dying to know more.

“How did you know my father? What favor are you returning? If you want to keep me here, you have to do what I want you to do.”

As those words came off, his eyes rolled back and landed on me. It was the same hard stare, no ounce of affection.

I continued having gotten his attention. “If you really know my father, you must know him as a man of integrity and righteous behavior.”

After speaking, I expected an immediate response from him. But what I received for a minute was nothing but silence and his gaze fixed on me. I felt small under his gaze. It was as if he was looking down on me.

I was about speaking when I heard him say in his deep husky voice. “No, he wasn't.”

What did that mean.. trying to make me go against the dead man or was he being sincere?