Veild Bride : Love From An Enigmatic Husband

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 They looked at each other face to face. Her eyes, resembling black grapes, was filled with doubt. He could not see her, could he? To confirm, the girl bravely lifted her hand and waved it gently in front of his eyes once more. The gentle movement of the air caused Jack’s expression to turn steely. He grabbed her delicate wrist with a single move. “Ah!” Violet was yanked toward his body. She almost fell into his arms because she had lost her balance. “I let you go just now but you didn’t. So, you can’t leave even if you want to now,” Jack spoke in a crisp and cool voice. He then opened the door to the front passenger seat and pulled her toward him! How could he let her go when she had suspicions about his sight now? “Hey!” Violet almost fell from the force. He dragged her forcefully from the driver’s seat over to the front passenger seat before hauling her out of the car. “Hey! Slow down!” It was fortunate that she was not wearing high heels, or she would have definitely twisted her ankle. Jack gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her along with him toward the mansion without another word. His footsteps were brisk.

Violet’s heart sank. “What are you doing? Let me go!” He would not kill her to shut her up, would he? Jack could estimate the distance although he was blind. After all, this was his home. He was familiar with it. All these years, he had never slacked in practicing ways to keep his composure as well as his hearing ability so that he could cover up his condition. Violet turned to look at him. He brought her to the front doors of the living hall. Could he actually see? “Verification has been successfully completed. Welcome home.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The tightly shut doors responded to the sound they made and swung open without Jack having to do anything. Was there facial recognition? The entire mansion lit up as bright as day the moment the doors opened. There was no need to press a single switch. Jack brought Violet to the middle of the living room, and the front doors closed automatically. He released her and put both hands into the pockets of his trousers, looking at her. Then, he headed toward the bar… Violet was surprised at how quietly luxurious the living hall looked. The furnishings seemed low-key and were not extravagant at all. In actual fact, every piece of furniture and decoration was luxurious and quite tasteful. His home matched a man of his position. After a short while, Violet saw Jack take out a bottle of whiskey and a wine glass. He poured some of the liquor into the glass and walked to the sofa before sitting down, swirling the glass in his hand nonchalantly. Violet kept watching him. He was not blind at all. However, back in the car… It had been obvious that he was blind. He would have never allowed her to drive such a luxurious and exorbitantly priced car if he could see, what more put his precious life in her hands. Violet trusted her instincts. Could it be intermittent blindness? “Tell me, what are you thinking?” Jack’s thin lips moved gently. In actual fact, he could already guess her answer. Violet moved into his line of sight. Jack smirked and asked in a light voice, “Do you still wish to see your mother?” It was a playful tone. “What do you mean?” Violet furrowed her eyebrows and spoke slightly emotionally, “Your grandfather has recovered and you’ve brought me out here yourself. What else do you want? Whatever happened between us should have been settled by now, yes?” Jack looked away casually and took a sip of his liquor. He then parted his lips slightly to speak, “You

know things that you 1/2 11:51 Chapter 12 shouldn’t. Do you think it’s settled?” So… Was this an admission from him? “I don’t know. I don’t know anything,” Violet straightened her back and said in a stubborn, matter-of-fact tone. Nevertheless, Jack knew that she was not a typical woman. After a while… “Where’s my mother?” Violet looked at him. Jack’s countenance darkened. Throughout the past years, Samantha Ziegler had never stopped trying to pick a fight with him. If she knew that he was sick with such a strange disease, she definitely would not sit still. This was his kryptonite. No one else knew about this other than his confidant, Michael Sullivan. Not even his grandfather was aware. So, how could he let this girl off so easily now that she had become the second person to learn of this? The survivability of the Yancey Group was at stake.