Only after she completed the contract signing with TrueTrial Law Office did Rosalind feel at ease.
Everything proceeded exceptionally smoothly. They signed without a hint of hesitation.
“Aren’t you going to reconsider?”
“No need.” The person in charge looked at Rosalind and smiled, “Ms. Ruell, do you doubt the capabilities of TrueTrial Law Office?”
Rosalind quickly waved her hand. “No, I’m just a bit surprised.”
“As lawyers, we shouldn’t be picky about which cases we take. Otherwise, it goes against our original intention of becoming lawyers! Rest assured, Ms. Ruell. We will give it our all.”
“Then I’ll leave it in your hands, Mr. Haworth.”
“Don’t worry, Ms. Ruell!”
Mr. Haworth got up and personally saw Rosalind off, watching her leave the office before returning to his desk.
As soon as he sat down, he quickly dialed a number, his tone obsequious and deferential, a stark contrast to his earlier composure with Rosalind.
“Mr. Walters, everything has been handled as you instructed.”
“Good.”
…
Tilda had no idea where Johnny had taken her, but it seemed they were still in Northville City because the temperature felt similar.
He owned so many properties that she couldn’t tell which one this was.
Upon waking up, Tilda instinctively reached for her phone.
It wasn’t there.
She hurriedly propped herself up and could vaguely hear footsteps outside the room.
Barefooted, Tilda walked out and saw Johnny standing in the villa’s dining room with a serious expression. There was someone who looked like a housekeeper listening to his instructions and nodding occasionally.
Johnny caught sight of Tilda from the corner of his eye and strode over to her.
“Why aren’t you wearing slippers?”
He frowned deeply and bent down to pick her up directly.
Tilda resisted, glaring at him. “Johnny, where’s my phone? Where is this place?”
“Our new home.” Johnny carried her back to the bedroom without giving her a chance to argue and gently placed her on the bed. “Wait a moment. I’ll have the nutritionist bring breakfast over. Be good.”
“I don’t want breakfast! I want my phone!”
“Not for now. Eat something first.” Despite her resistance, Johnny showed no anger. He stroked her hair gently. “You’re pregnant. Don’t get upset. It’s not good for the baby.”
Tilda truly thought Johnny had lost his mind.
“Do you want to imprison me?!”
“What are you talking about? Why would I imprison you?” Johnny laughed helplessly yet indulgently. “I just think you’re not in a good mood right now. If I give you your phone, you’ll want to call your parents or your cousin to come and take you away, right?”
At that moment, Tilda found Johnny terrifying despite his constant smile.
“I don’t want to be here. I want to go home!”
“This is your home.” Johnny lifted her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Here, with me and our child-this is your home!”
“You’re crazy! I don’t want to talk to you.” Tilda pushed him away and tried to run barefoot.
But Johnny easily pulled her back onto the bed.
“Tilda, I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Let go of me! Johnny, you’re depriving me of my freedom! And this is against the law!”
Johnny laughed loudly.
“Think of it however you want.”
“If you eat something obediently, I’ll promise to drive you out for a bit. How about that?”
Tilda pressed, “Where will you take me?”
“The city hall.”