Kylie's POV
Since Clara had made that threat and left, I've never been at ease even when I was done preparing dinner. It was already half past nine and there wasn't any sight of Gregory's car in the driveway.
"Kent," I called when I stepped outside the house. Kent paused his conversation with the securities at the main gate, and head over to me. "Yeah, Kylie? Anything you need from me?"
"Gregory isn't back home yet. Do you know the reason for the delay?" I asked Kent. "I have no clue, Kylie. Mr Gregory rarely gives us his schedules for the day, and he does come home anytime." he responded.
"Oh-okay." I muttered dismissively and returned to the living room. I kept pacing to and fro, unable to dig into my dinner. I've grown so attached to him that I could: hardly eat without him.
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