Director Jeunes had already informed them that they could rest for the night and tomorrow morning, for there would be a partyter at night.
Just as Selene was about to close her eyes, she heard her phone ring. "Who could be calling me?" She wondered, annoyance etched on her face.
When she saw the caller, her face immediately lit up.
"It’s Xavier." Without wasting a single time, she quickly called and put the phone on her ear.
"Have you arrived?" He asked her, his deep voice ringing in her ears as she blushed.
"We just did," she replied, biting her lips, remembering the kiss again. When she realized where her thoughts were going, she pinched herself. "I was just about to take a nap," she added.
For some reason, she already missed him and Xavier felt the same.
Xavier could already imagine how quiet the mansion was going to be without her around.
They exchanged a few more words before hanging up, wishing each other a good night.
As soon as the call got disconnected, Selene buried herself in the pillow, giggling like a high school girl who was falling in love.
"What is wrong with me? Am I falling in love with him?" She questioned herself.
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In the opposite room, Michelle kept dialing a particr phone number, but she kept on hearing <i>switched off. </i>
Gritting her teeth in anger, she threw her phone on the bed.
"Where the hell is Richard?" She wondered, her blood boiling as she clenched her fist in her. "It would be a great idea if he came here and raped her in front of this many people, he wouldn’t even need to take a video of it," she added.
Michelle had to ask Mr Wace about Richard’s whereabouts but thetter didn’t know where he was either. Kace didn’t bother to give her a direct answer to her question earlier. She felt lost.
"If only he would just text back so we could make another n, then I wouldn’t be worrying like this. Did he bail on me?" She wondered.
Reaching towards her phone, she picked it up and dialed her father’s phone number.
"Dad, Richard hasn’te back home since I sent him to rape Selene. He’s not picking up my calls or replying to any of my texts," she informed Robert as soon as the phone call got connected.
Robert frowned deeply. Michelle had always informed her of what was going on the set. The way Xavier would bring Selene lunch and how they would look at each other lovingly. If things went out of hand, he could lose Xavier and never get the chance to have him married to Michelle as nned from the start.
He had tried convincing old Wace into forcing Xavier to marry Michelle but the olddy had already given up on the matter. She has tried convincing Xavier but thetter didn’t adhere to his grandmother’s words so she gave up.
If he didn’t do anything to stop Selene from getting closer to Xavier, he feared he might do what old Wace wanted the moment her eyes settled on Selene, to have her married to Xavier and make her the daughter-inw of the Wace family. Which was why he agreed to Michelle’s n of having Richard rape Selene to taint her image.
"I’ve tried calling him as well. I wanted to know how things went, but he didn’t pick up any of my calls either," he replied, worry etched on his face.
"What if he changed his mind at thest minute and decided to leave without telling us anything," Michelle thought out loud. Her father ended up hearing her.
"Richard is a stupid person, but he isn’tpletely stupid. That man would chase anything under a skirt and he always had his eyes on Selene the moment he saw her. I don’t think he would have dared to change his mind at thest minute," said Robert.
Knowing Richard’s reputation, Robert had to threaten him after Michelle moved to the Wace mansion. He didn’t mind the way Richard treated <i>Anastasia </i>but he was willing to shed blood if Richard dared touch Michelle without her consent.
But Richard didn’t mind at all. He never felt any kind of attraction towards Michelle, so he wasn’t interested in touching her one bit.
Robert gave it some thought.
"What if he was caught?" He asked.
"I thought about that too, Dad. But caught by who?" She wondered, pinching her nose bridge in frustration.