UNDER HIS RULES

As long as she asked Sam to just look at her, as long as that happened, Beatrice prayed. Hopefully, what she felt, Sam would feel it too.

“Go inside quickly, Beatrice,” Sam commanded as they arrived in front of the open wooden gate.

Sam’s words startled Beatrice. “Okay, Sam.” She quickly dismounted. One of the guards appeared surprised by the arrival of a guest, whom he immediately greeted with joy.

“Sir? You’ve truly returned?”

Sam stared sharply at the house servant. “Save the chitchat for later, Hans. Take Beatrice inside immediately. The rain is starting!”

“A-alright, Sir!” Hans stuttered.

He hurriedly approached Beatrice and helped her inside. He wanted to ask many questions, but what his master said was true; the heavy rain would surely drench them both. Hans also quickly instructed another servant to prepare a meal-whether it could be categorized as lunch or afternoon, what mattered was that both of his masters needed a proper reception. He rushed to convey various things.

“Prepare my room for Beatrice. Also, prepare a change of clothes. What’s wrong with you, Hans? Why are you so scatterbrained?” Sam scolded impatiently. He had already taken off his wet jacket, taking wide strides to approach Beatrice, who was confused by Hans’ excessive talking. Perhaps Hans was nervous due to Sam’s arrival and his own presence.

“You already know her name, right? He’s the head servant in this house,” Sam scanned Beatrice, who was still looking at him. “Your clothes are wet, Beatrice. You need to change immediately.” He touched the wet ends of Beatrice’s hair. “Hans! Do it quickly!”

“Yes, Sir!” Hans hurriedly approached Beatrice and Sam. He handed them two thick towels just to warm themselves up. “H-here, Sir. Dry your body first. I’ve asked Lisa to prepare a hot drink. And I’ve asked Tina to-”

“You talk too much, Hans,” Sam interjected quickly. He snatched the towel from Hans’ hand. He looked at the servant with a sarcastic expression, but when he directed his gaze at Beatrice, that dark glare gradually softened. “Dry yourself off. Change your clothes immediately.”

“Yes.” Beatrice didn’t dare to argue. When Sam gave an order, her entire body moved quickly in full compliance.

“Show Beatrice to her room, Hans.”

“Yes, Sir.” Hans did the same. He politely bowed and asked Beatrice to follow him. “This way, Miss. Please come with me.”

Beatrice followed Hans’ lead, occasionally answering the many questions that came from Hans’ lips. But she was confused when he asked, “I’m sorry, Miss, are you Mr. Sam’s fiancée?”

What should she say? Why was his question so difficult for Beatrice to answer?

“I’m sorry if I come across as rude. But Mr. Sam’s arrival truly surprised all of us.” Hans smiled overly friendly. “You can see all the servants in this house looking at you in awe and wondering if the news we heard is true, that our master has found his soulmate?”

“Can we not digress?” Beatrice said softly. “I’m feeling a bit cold. Can you show me his room more quickly?” It wasn’t a complete lie, but also a way to avoid a topic she herself didn’t know how to answer.

“Yes, Miss. We always keep Mr. Sam’s room clean. We never forget to take care of everything in there.”

Beatrice frowned.

“Miss… do you not know how special this place is to Mr. Sam?”

She gave a slight nod.

“Ah, then the news must be really valid. Thank God and Mr. Hugo for letting us all know!” Hans folded his hands on his chest. His eyes closed as if he was praying. His face clearly showed his relief. “This is the house where Mr. Sam used to live with his parents. There are many sweet memories we can still remember about the Great Master, the Lady, and Mr. Sam. Over there,” Hans pointed to a portrait that suddenly caught Beatrice’s admiration.

How beautiful the woman looked as she smiled while holding a young boy. Her face was flat, devoid of a smile, with a determined and undisturbed gaze, but she embraced the woman tightly. Beatrice was convinced that the figure was Sam. The handsome man next to the woman had the same expression. Unconsciously, Beatrice easily formed a smile.

“The Great Master was undoubtedly the most handsome. You can see it, right? Mr. Sam’s handsomeness is truly a duplicate of the Great Master.” Hans’ recent statement seemed to validate Beatrice’s thoughts on the figure that now filled her sight. “But, Miss, don’t stop there. I could get scolded by the Master. I’ll show you many rooms in this house, complete with stories from Mr. Sam’s childhood.”

“Have you been working here for a long time?”

Hans laughed. “Come, Miss. Mr. Sam’s room is at the end there.”

Beatrice just nodded. People like Hans would surely start telling stories without her asking. The warm welcome she received already made Beatrice feel happy. She shivered slightly as the cold began to bother her skin. This two-story house was not as big as the mansion Alfred had been living in recently. Nor was it like the grand and sturdy headquarters of the Twin Dragons that showcased its existence.

This house truly presented a different aura for Beatrice to absorb. There was warmth and a very different atmosphere. Some of the interiors were made of wood, and the selection of colors in every corner made Beatrice want to linger and enjoy it for a long time.

Ah… Beatrice felt comfortable staying here for a long time.

“Please, Miss. This is Sir’s room.”

The large wooden door opened. The room inside welcomed Beatrice as if it had been waiting for her all this time. The girl’s eyes quickly scanned every corner of the room, where a large bed with four towering pillars stood tall. Soft fabric, like curtains, was neatly arranged around the bed. A large half-opened window displayed the heavy rain outside. Beatrice was sure that the view here would be beautiful on a clear day.

A long sofa with a marble-topped table, adorned with several drink bottles, decorated the middle of the room. A flat-screen TV was mounted on the right wall of the spacious room, which Beatrice estimated to be about the same size as Sam’s room at the headquarters.

“We have prepared clothes for you, Miss.” One of the servants entered, carrying a few neatly hung dresses. “These belong to our lady, Miss. But we are sure that Sir won’t mind. Please forgive us for not preparing much due to your sudden arrival.”

“It’s okay.” Beatrice smiled faintly. “Just put them there. I… want to take a shower first.”

“Come, come,” Hans clapped his hands. “Miss must be tired. We can talk later when you’re free.”

Beatrice shook her head in wonder at Hans’ recent behavior. Shortly after, the door closed, making Beatrice feel more comfortable. Taking a deep breath, she quickly grabbed the prepared clothes. She needed to change immediately. She didn’t want her body to shiver because of her wet clothes.

It didn’t take long for her to freshen up. She had already changed into a new outfit. This white dress with small flower motifs looked brand new. What did he say earlier? This is the dress of the Lady? So it was Sam’s mother’s dress? Oh my God! But Beatrice felt that this dress was not at all outdated. In fact, in her opinion, it was beautiful and gave the wearer a gentle and warm aura.

She quickly dried her long hair. Wearing a matching ribbon with the dress she was wearing, she tied her black hair high. Making sure her appearance was neat enough, she stepped out. Beatrice was surprised to find Sam sitting on the sofa. He was complete with a tray full of appetizing food.

“What’s the ma-” Sam was dumbfounded by Beatrice’s appearance this time. Not because of her beauty, which he had already enjoyed many times. He had even tasted every inch of Beatrice’s body if he could emphasize it. But the dress Beatrice was wearing this time reminded him of old memories.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

His mother.

“What’s wrong?” Beatrice asked, puzzled by Sam’s uninterrupted gaze. His stare made her nervous. Especially with the dress she was wearing, there must be a reason why Sam was looking at her like that. “Is it not good on me? There’s nothing left, Sam. All the models have been brought.”

“No,” Sam shook his head gently, quickly dismissing his thoughts. He shouldn’t act before making sure Beatrice had eaten. Her stomach must be growling to be filled, especially after they got drenched in the rain. How foolish of Sam, why did he choose to ride a motorcycle instead of a car?

Ck! If only he could turn back time two hours ago. At least, Beatrice wouldn’t have to feel cold because of the rain.

“Sit,” Sam commanded promptly. “You have to eat.”

“Haven’t you eaten yet?” Beatrice approached with slow steps. Occasionally, she paid attention to her steps, making sure she wouldn’t stumble on something while approaching Sam.

“Not yet,” Sam replied shortly. “My hands are tired from driving. You have to take responsibility.”

Furrows appeared on Beatrice’s forehead.

“Feed me.”

“Huh?”