In Love With A Werewolf

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

An Enemy With A Veil

HUDSON'S POV

I was in the kitchen, trying to cook something new, when my friend, Donald, came in, looking like he had great news for me.

“Hey, Hudson. Guess what I found.” Donald said, smiling excitedly.

“I'm not good at guessing, and you know that,” I replied, with a smile on my face.

“Well, to save you the stress, I found a job for you. You'll work as a chef, and you have to go for an audition. Ta-da!” He said as he gestured his hands to express his joy.

“Whoa! Really? Oh my goodness! When does it start?” I asked, with enthusiasm.

I had long been looking for a cook job. I had many offers to work in a company, but I wasn't looking forward to working for a company. I didn't really want fame, so it was better to work as a personal cook for a person.

“It started a week ago, I think. But, it's still ongoing. I heard that she has not gotten someone that cooks to her taste yet, and I'm certain of your cooking skills. You are a gourmet!” He replied as he gave me a thumbs up, excitedly.

“I trust my cooking skills too. I will try my best and I hope to win her heart with my cooking skills.” I said as I daydreamed of how she would love my cooking skills and hire me that same day.

The next day, I took my cross bag and prepared to go early for the audition, as I wanted her to taste the sweetness of food that was cooked early. And beef stew was just perfect as she would be able to get the real taste of it as she probably has not eaten anything.

I got to her house and then, knocked. A man came to open the door for me and looked at me like he wasn't certain why I came there.

“Who are you and why are you here?” He asked, looking at me with caution.

“I am Hudson Grant, and I am here for the audition,” I replied, trying to sound optimistic.

“Isn't it too early to come for an audition?” He asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“May I see your bag?” He asked as he reached his hands out to me.

I didn't know who exactly he was in the house, but I had no choice but to give it to him. It was understandable that there had to be a security search, especially since I was coming at an early hour. I handed my bag over to him, and he searched all that was there. All the things he found there gave it out that I was passionate about cooking.

“I see you are a real chef who came for passion and not cash.” He said as he smiled brightly.

“Yeah. Coming at this time was intentional, for her to enjoy the real flavor.” I explained, feeling optimistic as he had changed his attitude towards me.

“Alright. You may go in. I'm her driver, by the way, and nice to meet you.” He said and left.

So, it was a driver who had been talking to me. Well, the house owner knows how things work in her house. Then I walked into the house, it was a beautiful one.

Then I looked up as I heard footsteps coming down from upstairs. It was the house owner, she was gorgeous and attractive, and the way she stepped down each stair was captivating. My heart began to beat, and my eyes couldn't go away from her body, she was just the perfect woman in looks.

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I was happy that I had gotten the job, just as I had daydreamed. I was going to move in and stay in the same house with the most beautiful woman on earth. Was it going to turn out to be a lovely thing between us? Oh my goodness, I was already thinking far. I couldn't get a hold of myself as I lay on my couch and smiled at the thought of the lady, smiling at me.

I noticed she didn't smile at all and she kept a stern look.

MIA'S POV

I felt today was the day I was going to die. My medications were in the room, and they were only meant to suppress the pain for a while and make me sleep.

Fortunately, my driver came in with my butler and then rushed over to me. My butler ran straight upstairs to my room to get my drugs and rushed down back to give it to me. He sat on the floor and raised my head to give me the drugs, which I managed to take. I was sweating heavily and still in pain because the drugs had not yet started to work. My past didn't allow me to activate my ability to heal fast, so I was just like a normal human, dealing with pain.

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I had woken up from my sleep and I felt relieved and better than before. The drug had worked. My butler was in my room, pouring warm water inside a cup, and turned around to me.

“Oh ma'am, you are awake. I was about to make warm tea with ginger for you. How are you feeling now?” He said with a bright smile.

My foster parents had left me one of the best gifts ever, which was the butler who worked with them over the years. He had taken care of me like a mother and like a father.

“Thank you, Mr. Bailey.” I thanked him as I sat up to take the tea he had already prepared.

“So, what triggered it this time around?” He asked, trying to be optimistic.

He knew I didn't really tell him things, but, he never stopped trying to ask. I waved his question off with something else, nicely, as I wanted to avoid hurting his feelings.

Who could it be? The person who wanted me to see the explosion? Was it….