In the meantime, Arwen had left home to find Gianna.
On her way, she considered calling Aiden but, for some reason, changed her mind. Instead, she gave Mia a call, instructing her to prepare a few bodyguards and send them to the location Gianna had shared.
"Madam, is there an issue?" Alfred asked, glancing at Arwen through the rearview mirror. Her expression was twisted with concern and worry.
Arwen looked at him and shook her head. "I hope there is not."
She didn't say more, and Alfred knew better than to press her.
With the location received, he simply drove them to the destination.
***
Meanwhile, back at Thorne's Residence —
Jacob's jaws clenched as he stared down at Gianna, feeling every nerve of his body tick.
When he had made the decision to bring this woman into his home, he never expected her to turn out like this.
He had acted out of goodness.
And now that goodness was turning around and biting him.
This woman …
She doesn't fall under the usual definition he had kept for defining a woman.
She was a nightmare wrapped in itching arrogance, sarcasm and high heels.
And yet …
Somewhere deep down, something stirred —a strange, infuriating intrigue.
Because despite how badly she infuriated him, despite the legal threats and accusations … he couldn't look away.
Something about her kept his gaze hooked at her. He simply wasn't able to resist.
While he glared down at her, Gianna also stared at him, unblinking. Her gaze held the clear challenge for him, asking him to bring out the worst, and she would promise him to give the taste tenfold.
Cough!
A crisp, intentional cough sliced through the thick tension, snapping them both out of their standoff.
They turned in unison —
To find someone standing at the doorway, looking hesitant.
"Am I … disturbing something?" Jason asked, rubbing the tip of his nose while casting a suspicious look between the two.
He hadn't witnessed what happened before he arrived, but seeing them now —standing so close, their expression unreadable yet so entranced at each other, tension thick in the air —he didn't need to.
He could guess.
Jacob read Jason's expression too well, and stepped back almost immediately, his expression stiffening into something neutral —too neutral.
Gianna, however, remained casual, not reading too much. She simply stared at Jason with a slight sense of familiarity in her gaze. But she couldn't guess his identity immediately.
"No," Jacob replied tersely. "You are not disturbing something. It's just that you are a bit too late." He then walked up to him with his hands tucked inside his pocket, hiding away the frustration that was twisting at the bottom of his gut.
Jason raised a brow. "Well, my friend, I would say I arrived right on time —considering you called me …" he glanced at his watch, "thirty-five minutes ago. I would say that's decent, seeing as my hospital is still an hour's drive away."
If Jacob had been in a better mood, he would have brushed off Jason's sarcasm like always.
But now?
He was already at the edge, and Jason's snark only added fuel to the fire.
Gianna tilted her head slightly. "Wait … Hospital?" she asked, her tone skeptical. "You are Dr. Clark, right?" she asked, finally remembering where she had possibly seen him.
Jason offered her a small smile, and nodded, "Yes, I am. But … have we met before?"
She was about to speak when Arwen's familiar voice cut in through the air —
"Anna!"
Both Jason and Jacob turned toward the voice, confused.
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