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Chapter 142 Chapter 142: "When you decide to return the money, I'll let you out," Milford slipped the key into his pocket and then made a mocking face at Eileen.

"You're not the only person in this house. You should think about lettingout sooner rather than later!" Eileen said, frowning at the locked door.

She walked over and jiggled the handle a couple of times, but it remained steadfastly shut.

Milford said, "If you're brave enough, go ahead and ask Bryan to rescue you. If you manage to convinceto let you out today, I'll willingly attend your tutoring sessions in the future!" He glanced at the phone in Eileen's hand, regretting not taking it from her earlier. However, he couldn't open the door now to get it.

With no other choice, he decided to abandon the attempt. Resolving not to unlock the door, he turned away and left with a cold snort.

Before Eileen could utter another word, Milford was already gone.

She could only sit down on the chair and rest for a while.

The evening deepened. The starry sky above was dazzling, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air.

Another hour drifted by, yet there was no sign of Milford, and Eileen's patience wore thin.

She pulled out her phone and sent a flurry of messages to Milford.

"Imprisonment is illegal. Do you understand that?" "If you don't believe me, I'll call the police. You're going to get into serious trouble!" "I don't have any money on me. Letout, and I'll give it to you." Silence was the only reply. Milford probably didn't believe her and couldn't be bothered to respond.

Frustrated, Eileen sniffled and pondered Milford's taunt, "If you're brave enough, go ahead and ask Bryan to rescue you." Eileen stared at Bryan's Whatprofile on her phone screen, lost in thought.

After a long internal debate, she abandoned the idea of reaching out to Bryan and resolved to wait for another hour.

At nine o'clock, it was tfor the tutoring session to end. Through the dim reflections from the villa's lights, Eileen saw Milford in his bedroom, the light faintly illuminating his presence.

With no other recourse, she picked up her phone and messaged Milford again, "If you don't chome, my family will get worried. They'll call the police, and they'll chere!" Within two minutes, the light in Milford's bedroom extinguished.

Milford had gone to bed.

A sharp pang of frustration hit Eileen, and she slumped into the chair. The stunning starry sky held no charm for her now.

But she refused to believe that Milford would leave her locked up and let her stay here.

Patience, she thought, was her ally. Surely, Milford would relent eventually.

There was power in the garden house, and with her phone's hotspot, she could use her laptop to work.

A small room in the corner stored various nutrients and tools for the flowers. There was a bathroom. Though not often used, it was functional.

Eileen decided to postpone Adalina's tutoring session for the next night. She would stay put for now. It wasn't cold here, after all.

In his room, Milford poked his head out of the window, hoping to see into the glass house, but the angle was wrong.

He had no choice but to head to the top floor. But as he emerged from the stairs, he saw Bryan standing in the corner.

Milford's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you up to?" Bryan asked, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He seemed to have just cback and hadn't changed out of his suit yet.

Oddly enough, there was a pile of cigarette ash at his feet, suggesting he had been there for stime.

After a moment's hesitation, Milford said, "I just wanted to go for a walk. I couldn't sleep and needed sfresh air." "It is late. Don't wander around. Go back to your room and sleep," Bryan said firmly.

The corridor's atmosphere grew tense. Milford wondered how long he could keep the fact that he had locked Eileen in the glass greenhouse a secret.

"Got it," Milford replied softly, planning to conceal the truth as long as possible. He turned back, returning to his room and falling onto his bed.

Bryan extinguished his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. With one hand in his pocket, he made his way upstairs.

The glass greenhouse on the top floor occupied a quarter of the villa's area, surrounded by colorful lights. The entire garden house was illuminated as if it were daytime, with Eileen's long hair bathed in a warm glow. She was curled up in a chair, her black windbreaker draping her body.

Even as Bryan stood outside the glass house and watched her for a long time, Eileen remained sound asleep. "You've got sresilience," Bryan murmured with a smile. He took out his phone, tapped a few times, then turned and went back downstairs.

Around five in the morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed in, casting a glow on Eileen's face through the glass.

She shifted uncomfortably and nearly fell off the chair, catching herself with her hands on the floor.

Disoriented for a few moments, she remembered that Milford had locked her here.

She got up and checked the door, finding it still locked.

Then, she noticed a few cigarette butts near the door and paused, puzzled.

Milford didn't smoke. Could it have been Bryan? But Eileen wasn't sure if the butts had been there the previous day.

She knocked on the door a few times; it didn't budge. So she returned to her seat.

Eileen tidied up the garden house, moved a small glass table near an outlet, and began working on her laptop.

At ten in the morning, her phone rang. It was a colleague from the education agency calling.

"Mrs. Curtis, are you coming to the office today?" "I don't think I can make it," Eileen replied, glancing at the time. "I might not be here tomorrow, either!" She was ready for a long standoff, determined not to give in to Milford.

The colleague hesitated. "Emmett is here. He said he wants to see you first before he packs up and leaves." "I don't have tto see him. Let him pack up and go," Eileen replied, guessing that Emmett probably wanted to apologize in person.

After giving her a few instructions, she ended the call and stretched. Suddenly, she spotted a plate of spaghetti outside a small window.

It was still steaming.

Eileen rubbed her eyes, but the plate of spaghetti remained there.

Eileen's hunger was a distant concern. Skipping meals was a regular occurrence when she was immersed in her work, so she decided to ignore the plate of spaghetti.

Perhaps Milford had brought her breakfast out of fear that she would starve. However, eating it would only make him unwilling to open the door sooner for her.

Eileen needed to push her hunger strike to the extrto make Milford uneasy.

Determined, she refrained from eating and even closed the small window.

Returning to her work, she saw a message from a colleague. Emmett had left but was resolute about seeing her again.

Eileen didn't respond, merely sighed.

Milford, from the third-floor stairway, leaned over to peek at the first floor, catching a glimpse of Bryan lounging on the sofa.

Why wasn't he at work? Milford glanced upstairs, feeling conflicted.

At noon, he descended for lunch, discreetly slipping a piece of toast into his pocket when Bryan wasn't watching.

"What are you doing? Take it out," Bryan said.

"I'm going to be hungry later," Milford explained, his voice wavering.

Bryan arched an eyebrow. "There's food in the fridge if you're hungry." The cold indifference in Bryan's eyes made Milford's heart race.

Reluctantly, Milford took out the toast, ate his lunch absentmindedly, and headed back upstairs.

Confirming that Bryan was out of sight, he quickly made his way to the top floor.

The midday sun was bright, and Eileen, having worked all morning, was napping in her chair.

A sudden noise woke her. She turned and saw Milford knocking on the window.

When Milford saw Eileen turn around and look at him, he said, "I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to return the money or not?" "No, I won't," Eileen closed her eyes again, resting with a calmness that sharply contrasted Milford's agitation.

"Lettell you, there are ghosts in this garden house. Aren't you afraid of being alone at night?" Milford said.

Milford's attempt to scare Eileen was almost laughable to her.

"Ghosts would be good company. I won't get bored," Eileen replied without hesitation.

Milford, clearly frustrated, turned and hurried downstairs, worried Bryan would notice his prolonged absence. Eileen didn't even get a chance to ask him to take away the plate of spaghetti.

Turning, she noticed it was gone and wondered if Milford had taken it. His actions were contradictory.

threatening her while worrying about her being hungry. She napped for a while and woke to find a sandwich outside the small window.

The aroma was tempting, but she resisted the urge to eat it.

Later that evening, Milford posed a question to Bryan, "Bryan, do youn think someone Without more will die if they go without food or water for a few days?"

"People can last three days without water and seven without food," Bryan answered, his/mind seemingly elsewhere. Milford sighed in relief. It had only been a day.

He looked at his plate, puzzled. "Bryan, what's this?" "Leftover spaghetti from the morning," Bryan said nonchalantly.

Leftovers... Why would Bryan want him to eat it? Milford grumbled inwardly, then noticed a sandwich on the table.

"And this?" he asked.

"One plate of spaghetti might not be enough for you, so I added a sandwich," Bryan said, pushing it towards him.

"Don't waste it." Milford ate, feeling something was amiss but unable to pinpoint it.

As night enveloped the garden house, Eileen adjusted the lighting, leaving only one light on.

The night in West Land was warm, or she wouldn't have made it till now.

Hungry for a full day, she regretted not eating earlier.

Then, she turned and saw another dinner outside the small window.

Eileen got out of the chair and hesitated all the way.

Should she eat the food? If she did, Milford would think he could keep her here indefinitely.

If not, she was truly hungry! Was she really going to turn to Bryan for help? She hesitated, scratching her head, caught between her resolve and her hunger.

Her mind urged her not to eat, but her eyes kept drifting to the food.

Then, she noticed a note under the plate.

Quickly, she took the note and read it.

There was only one word written on it: "Stupid!" The handwriting was unmistakable; it was Bryan's.

So, Bryan had been the one who had prepared the food for her, not Milford? Chapter 142 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.