Tangled By Fate

Chapter 567  THE DREAM HOUSE

"I should look for maids starting tomorrow. I'll ask Asha and Nisay to help me." Dorothy had already begun to calculate everything in her mind. "What should I do about the money?"

"I'll show you." Ovior held her hand and took her to another room. The moment the door opened. she gasped in surprise. The room was filled with gold coins, jewelry, expensive stones, statues, famous paintings, and ancient scrolls. It was a treasure room.

"Ovior… this is…" Dorothy could barely breathe. She had seen expensive statues and paintings in several noble houses including hers and stones and jewelry could be seen in the best jewelry stone in the empire. However, what she was seeing right in front of her was beyond her expectations. She had never seen anything like this before.

"I have saved them over the years," Ovior casually stated.

He never had a hobby. He worked like a mad dog after Dorothy's death. The only place that was of his own was the mansion. He built it for her. He did nothing for himself. He put everything he earned and he was gifted there. He left this huge mansion unattended. No one thought there could be any treasure. He never bothered with it. Even if his vault became empty, he wouldn't care because he didn't need them. He earned everything for the person he loved and at that time, she was dead. Thus, he didn't care about his treasure vault.

"This is yours to use," he said. "All you see here is what I earned over the years. You will be in charge of managing them."

"But… this is… too much… I have never managed something so valuable in my life," she answered. She was breathless after seeing the enormous treasure trove. She didn't lie. She was used to helping her mother with her management work but she never managed property directly. She didn't have accounting knowledge.

"If you need help, I can arrange someone. My secretary is good at this. Her name is Catherine. She is currently on holiday. I can ask for her help," Ovior suggested.

"If she is on holiday, as an employer, you shouldn't bother her," she denied. "I will send her a letter and request her help. I will pay separately if that's necessary."

"If you offer her money, she might agree," he replied. "She is very greedy for money."

"I will take my chance then." Dorothy smiled.

'Ovior has a female secretary who is helping her and a female warrior who is reliable. I know nothing. How can I be a good wife to him?' she wondered. She felt depressed just thinking about it.

"I will show you the bedroom and your parlor." Ovior walked her to the third floor and showed her the bedroom. The spacious bedroom was colorfully painted. Ovior opened the large windows. The pink siphon curtains danced in the wind. The sunlight directly fell in the middle of the room. From the bedroom balcony, anyone could see the flower garden. It was a bright room that could lift anyone's mood. "Do you like it? You can change the arrangement if it doesn't suit your taste," he said,

"What are you saying?" Dorothy was flabbergasted. "This is perfect. I could never think of changing the decoration. I'd rather stay in this room forever!"

Her last comment stiffened Ovior's back. Dark thoughts came into his mind. 'That can be arranged,' he thought. At that moment, he knew exactly how Arthur felt about Veronica.

Having his desire at bay for so long made his hunger uncontrollable. He was barely controlling himself while sleeping in the same bed as her. To think she would mention something like this in their future bedroom – she really didn't know who she was getting married to.

"Huh? Ovior, what are you thinking? You look absentminded." The person in question moved closer and touched his cheek. "I've been thinking how much I'm suffering," he said.

Dorothy was surprised as well as concerned. "Why are you suffering? Did something happen?"

"That's because I have promised you. But to sleep next to you every night without doing anything is hard." Ovior's fingers traced her supple cheek.

Dorothy shuddered at his touch. His burning eyes boiled her blood. Feeling flustered, she looked away. "Wh-what do you mean? I don't understand."

Ovior leaned closer and pressed his forehead against hers. "After our wedding, I can keep you in the bedroom for the rest of your life if you want."

"Y-you are teasing me again, aren't you?" Dorothy's face dyed several shades of red. She realized what he meant by keeping her in the bedroom right after mentioning sleeping in the bed at night. "H-how can you be so brazen? This is blasphemous!"

His lips were threatening to smile but he held back. He whispered in her ear, "You want to stay in the bedroom forever, correct? I can make your dream come true." "Do-don't do that right now! It's broad daylight!"

"So, you are saying that it's okay if it's nighttime? Shall we stay here until nighttime?"

"You promised that you won't do anything until our wedding."

"I can take back my words anytime, you know!"

"Ovior, you–"

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Later, she sat on the bed. Ovior put her there after she was weak on her knees. She tried to cool her head.

'It's all his fault! If only he didn't kiss me so hard…' she couldn't think of it anymore. She was glad that she was left alone. She still wanted to check all the rooms. Ovior went to the tower saying someone was calling him. She took this chance to look around the place.

The more she saw, the more she knew he thought of her every single moment when he decorated this place. Every corner of the mansion was plastered with her taste. There wasn't a single room that had the dark grayish-purple color that gave off his vibe. Somehow, it made her despondent. She took notes on what she wanted to change. Afterward, she went to the room Ovior called her parlor. There was a desk and a table. She decided to write a letter to Miss Catherine before Ovior came back.