Chapter 31: Loyal Dog

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Shock, surprise and utter confusion engulfed Nevaeh as she gapedly stared at the portraits. She couldn't believe it. How was this even possible? She had seen these portraits when Mr Simon took her on a tour of the mansion. She had seen the beautiful couple in them, but they weren't looking like this. Like her, or like Dale.

She hurriedly searched her mind to remember what they looked like, but all she could find was an image of her and Dale like it was what she had seen all along. But that wasn't right. How was that possible? She had seen clearly, and nothing was wrong with her mind or eyes. But why then does it feel like she had seen this before? Why does she look like her? No! this couldn't be her, It must be Elle.

Had Dale painted a plethora of portraits of Elle and himself? She gasped at that thought, her hand flying over her mouth as her eyes widened to the fullest. That was so surreal even for her. It was way beyond her imagination.

Oh, Dale. What sort of man was he truly?

Her dancing eyes skimmed across the wall, and she was stunned beyond words. There were so many pictures of himself and them together. But again, that was strange. If she remembered correctly, Elle and Dale hadn't met for too long. If what she heard was correct, then they haven't met at all. Except her mother had hidden something away from her. Had she?

Despite these confusing questions echoing in her head, her frantic heart beats with excitement and anxiety.

She had never thought Dale would go this far to make a woman his. Every day he surprised her with a different side of him. Things she didn't expect from him were the things he did (though not for her) - which makes her ask the same question repeatedly. Who indeed was Dale Stuart? A brutish tyrant or a wife lover?

Her eyes gazed at the girl in the portraits again. Although it looked like her and her sister, she was far more regal, more divinely looking and elegant. Her dark flowing hair cascaded behind her like an ocean wave splashed with the beauty of golden sun rays, shining like a king turtle beneath deep waters. Her long lashes hovered above her hazel eyes as she smiled, staring at the man before her like he was the god over her heart, adoring him with every inch of her lovely eyes. Her beautiful beaming face looked everything like a queen should, and the smile she held felt so bright and contagious; Nevaeh felt her lips curve.

Even as a mere portrait, Nevaeh could feel the magnifying presence she possessed, not just her but Dale too. He looked pretty different too. Younger, handsome, kingly like a magnificent noble, just like the man in her dream. But there was something different about this Dale and the one who tortured her to no end. It was his eyes. As beautiful and soul-piercing as Dale's eyes could be, there was a certain sadness and deadness hidden behind those colours. But here, she could see something different. Happiness, love, and warmth circled the eyes she was now staring at.

Who could have painted this? And what sort of clothes were they even wearing? She pondered.

How could she have missed this yesterday? For someone who loved arts and always paid detailed attention to it, she couldn't have missed something so pertinent. That was strange. Very strange. Almost like her vision had been mysteriously impaired, or she had been manipulated to see differently.

She chuckled at that thought. That was lame, even for her. She must have been too dazzled by the glamour of the place and the number of paintings, hence why she must have missed that. That was a more reasonable theory. After all, there were no such things as supernatural, right?

But should she ask Dale about the portraits? And say what? That she liked them if he asked back? No! She probably shouldn't say a word.

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Nevaeh spent the whole day doing nothing useful to herself, which she found incredibly boring. She had picked up a book to read in the garden. It was all she could do with her time.

After a few hours, she had finished the book and started with another before helping Simon to make dinner. Sitting at the dining table, she stared at the door waiting for him to walk through, but he hadn't shown up.

"Does the master stay this long?" She looked at Simon and asked.

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"The master must be busy." He replied.

Again, he was tacitly avoiding her question while providing her with an answer. What a loyal dog. She sighed.

"You should eat, Madam. The master would eat when he returns." Mr Simon said while Nevaeh nodded.

Maybe it was better for her to eat alone and feel free than be under his melting gaze. He always had a way of stirring and causing a wave of heat under her skin with his eyes. She closed her eyes, and the image of his bewitching eyes flashed through.

No, it was better to eat alone than with him watching her every move, making her act clumsy on her every move. And not to mention those words he had said before leaving this morning, they still hunted her.

Hurriedly eating her food which she had made under the guidance of Simon, she smiled proudly to herself. She has indeed improved in her skill. Finishing her food, Neveah retired to her room. It was late, and it would be best she got ready for bed before Dale returned. She had only stepped out of the bathroom when she saw him standing by the door. She gasped in shock, almost losing the grip over the towel around her chest, but she was reflexively fast to grasp it.

Her nervous eyes stared at the man gazing at her with so much intent. A mischievous glint gleaning in his eyes. When did he even get back? She had just been trying to avoid him, but he was already here! Why was he so sneaky?

Nevaeh felt rooted to the ground under his gaze even though her brain told her to make a run for the bathroom door.

"You sure know how to welcome a man home, wife." He said, his eyes trailing her from toes to her head, causing her to swallow nervously.

She opened her mouth, but her lips could only move inaudibly. She took a retreating step when he took a step towards her. But he didn't stop there, as he continued taking even more steps towards her.

"D..ale", She stuttered. The slight protest from the dressing table pressing against her told her she was at a dead-end, but the man kept stalking her like a predator as he kept closing in on her.

Raising her hand to him, she yelled, "Dale, stop!" abruptly halting him on his heels. Her countenance wavered when she saw the look on his face as he stared at her outstretched hand.

"Please..stop," Her voice lowered as well as her hand. Her eyes desperately begging for him not to take a step closer.

Neveah felt her head almost roll off her shoulder when he suddenly replied, "But I can't."

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