Chapter 62
Greyson’s POV
It was hard to believe anything and the entire situation was extremely messy, but one thing was for sure.
Jessy was not lying.
Call it a gift or natural instinct, but I just knew when a person was lying or being deceitful and that was why it was easy to believe Freya earlier in the morning and when Emilia had come with her conspiracy I had been able to see through it.
There was one thing here though. The picture had left my room and someone had taken it. And I was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Zoe’s face was a mask of pure innocence and surprise when Jessy kept her little fingers pointed at her.
It was hard to believe the little girl that this person would have come into her room at night to plant something and threaten her alongside but she was adamant that Zoe was the ‘Mean lady
“Zoe?” I asked the three years old that currently had my two fingers in a death grip.
She nodded her head not taking her eyes off the said woman.
“Jessy? What’s the problem?” Zoe asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
The moment Zoe spoke, Jessy let go of my fingers and hugged my legs tightly with her small arms, burying her face in the material of my pants.
“Jessy?” I called but her face remained buried and she refused to move. Was she breathing okay?
“Master, is there a problem?” Zoe finally asked, once it was obvious that the girl attached to my leg was not letting go of it anytime soon.
“Yes Zoe, go to my office and wait there for me.” I instructed and the head maid nodded her head in understanding moving to do as told.
I couldn’t exactly move from my position, courtesy the little koala that was attached to my leg and for a full five seconds I stood there doing nothing except rubbing at my chest.
There was a physical pain there that I couldn’t even tell its origin. If I were asked in the moment to explain why it was there. I wouldn’t even be able to, but the sight of the blonde haired mini version of my personal maid wrapped around my legs flooded me with certain emotions.
“Jess. Hey, she’s gone now.” I whispered to the three years old and at those words she peeked at her surroundings and when she was sure that it really was safe as I had said, she let go.
Not entirely. Her small fingers were still holding on to my pants but at least now her face wasn’t pressed against the side of it. I squatted in front of her until I was at her eye level and I gently wiped the tears that were silently rolling down her cheeks.
“What’s the problem Jessy? Why are you so scared?” I asked softly, hoping to understand the younger girl’s actions a little
better.
“Scawed.” She repeated my word and I nodded my head, trying to encourage her.
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Chapter 62
“Did Zoe hurt you?” I asked once more but there was a distracted look in her eyes already, she was observing my face sox intensely that I subtly swiped my palm across it to check if there was something on it.
“Pwetty, pwetty eyes” She whispered again. This time taking my face in both of her small hands and looking deeply into my
eyes
I squirmed under her gaze, because it felt like through her innocent blue–grey eyes, she could see everything in my soul. It felt like she could see everything about me and the things I had been through and done and that thought made me
uncomfortable.
I knew that it was impossible, there was no way that she could achtally see into my soul or read my past through my eyes but 1 averted my eyes from hers anyway, my life or soul wasn’t something a three years old should ever have to take a peek at
It would taint her for sure.
And looking at the little girl in front of me, that was the last thing I wanted.
“Answer me Jessy. Did Zoe hurt you?” I asked again, more firmly this time hoping to get her attention, and it worked because she nodded her head rapidly.
“She say mommy bad and she say if you tell mommy I hit you. And she shake me like this.” Jessy said and went ahead to try to shake me again, just the way she had done back in my office.
And it confused me. Zoe didn’t fit this description, in fact although she were the head maid and most people would expect that she would be the biggest or maybe tallest one amongst the maids, it wasn’t the case.
Zoe was a scrawny girl and no matter how much she ate, she just never seemed to add on any weight and she just had the outlook of someone that could never hurt a fly and in all the time that I have known her, she never has
It was why, the one time that she had screamed so loud, I had been thrown off guard and surprised.
So it was really hard to picture her in the light that little Jessy was trying to paint but just a look at the girls face let me know, that she wasn’t lying.
Tears were still falling down her face even with Zoe out of the room and her lips wobbled piteously. For some reason the sight did not please me. Not in the least.
“Don’t cry Jess.” I whispered to the small girl and she nodded her head in answer but the tears continued to fall.
I was at a loss at this point. I didn’t know what to do, but before could try to think through my options, small arms were wrapping around my neck in a hug.
1 froze in reaction and for a moment my hands hung limply by my side feeling too heavy to move.
Jessy’s scent filtered into my nose and it was familiar. I couldn’t exactly make out the scent but it just reminded me of something warm, same with the way her hands felt around me.
It felt like the purest form of love I could ever receive and I wasnt even sure if I deserved it but I wanted to savor this moment, if only for a second and so I wrapped my arms around the younger girl and allowed her scent to flood my senses and calm me down.
And that was the way her mother found us.
