The Chaperone 소설 & 이야기

I nodded unashamedly and we went to the room. "I had... They treated me very hard, excessively, now I don't feel much because I applied a numb, but...” He looked at me calmly and asked. "Are you a chaperone?" I took a deep breath before nodding. "Yes, I... I'm a lady-in-waiting, and sometimes I have to resort to some gadgets to keep the work from being annoying," I explained, and she looked at me seriously. "Is Enzo paying you? Was he the one who treated you like that?”

A part of me wondered why she hadn’t waited for me to wake up naturally instead of watching me so intently like a creep. “I’m Anya,” I said, and she nodded before rising to her feet. “I’ve been assigned as your chaperone,” she explained. “I’ll fill you in on everything later, but for now, it’s time to get ready for class. You wouldn’t want to be late on your first day, would you?” Her words echoed the warning from the mysterious man I’d met the night before. A chill ran through me as the memory resurfaced, and I quickly sat up.

"She told him you wanted to support the family transition. You’re assigned to Human Resources." A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a bitter sting. I was going because Victoria had to arrange it. I was the chaperone. The guard dog sent to make sure the prodigal son didn't lose his head over a woman who wasn't worth the dirt on his shoes. "HR," I murmured, walking toward him. "Perfect. I can keep an eye on the culture of the office. And on you." I reached out, resting my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart thundering—a frantic, uneven rhythm. I knew it wasn't thundering for me. It was thundering because he was one step closer

she asked, breathing hard, though she didn’t think the startle had much to do with that. “I’m aware, Miss Westmoreland, and I apologize. Perhaps more discretion on your part next time won’t lead me to have to make such grand entrances.” “Jonathan,” Charlie said, shaking his head, “just because you promised my mother you’d serve as chaperone doesn’t mean you have to be so overly… present.” “Of course it does,” Jonathan disagreed. “I’ve made her a promise, and I intend to keep it. Otherwise, my reputation might suffer.”

CHARLENE'S POV: “Good afternoon, Miss Charlene.” It was Chloe, the new servant who apparently now worked as my spy. She was the one in charge of bringing my protein shake every afternoon. That way, I had the chance to be able to talk to her and know what she had seen. “Good afternoon Chloe. Beautiful afternoon, isn't it?” “Yes Miss Charlene, it really is.” I grabbed the protein shake from her, sipping it gingerly. The taste came off as sharp, just the way I had instructed that it be prepared.

“It helps quiet the heat. There’s some queen ann’s lace root in it as well to quicken the end of it.” “Wh-why didn’t you just give me this last night?” I asked, perplexed. Vivian smirked. “Best way to send a message to your exceptionally protective mate was through you. Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” I shifted uncomfortably, too shy to admit I wouldn’t mind a replay. Especially if it could be in person. “Chandler is my second chance mate,” Vivian offered. “I’ve gone through heat twice, so I am more familiar than most with how miserable it is.”

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."