REWARDING MY SAVIOUR WITH MARRIAGE

Chapter 4

The next day the wardrobe was ready,full of different types of ladies wear.

The wardrobe was a treasure trove of fashion, with dresses, tops, pants, and skirts in a variety of colors and styles. Emilia's eyes scanned the room, taking in the sheer volume of clothes. "Jason, this is too much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jason chuckled and shook his head. "Nonsense, you deserve it. Let's find some things that fit and make you feel confident and beautiful." He began to sort through the clothes, pulling out a few pieces that caught his eye. "What do you think of this one?" he asked, holding up a stunning red dress.

As Emilia began to sift through the clothes, Jason noticed the mix of emotions on her face - surprise, gratitude, and a hint of vulnerability. He gave her space, letting her explore the wardrobe at her own pace. "Take your time, I'll just be here if you need any help or opinions," he said softly, sitting down on a nearby couch. Jason's thoughts drifted back to the day he found her by the sea, and he couldn't help but wonder what had driven her to such desperation. Though curious, he was determined to respect her boundaries and let her open up when she was ready.

Going for my semi finals today...... Can I have your prayers? Jason said jokingly

Emilia smiled slightly, "Good luck with your semi finals, Jason. May the odds be ever in your favor." She said with a hint of playfulness, "But I'm the one who should be wishing you luck, you've been more than kind to me."

The maids curtsied slightly, addressing him as "Master" with a mix of respect and familiarity. Some of them couldn't help but steal glances at him, their faces flushing slightly. "Good luck with your tournament, Master. We'll be thinking of you," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice warm and motherly. Emilia watched the exchange, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she noted the maids' admiration for Jason. "I'll make sure to give it my best shot," Jason replied with a charming smile, unaware of the subtle glances.

As Jason headed out, the maids began to whisper among themselves. "He's so confident and charismatic, isn't he?" one of them said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know, right? I've seen the way he moves with such focus during his matches," another maid replied. Mrs. Thompson smiled, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Yes, Master Jason is a talented young man. He's got a lot of potential."

The maids nodded in agreement, their faces still flushed from their earlier glances. "I'm just glad he's participating in the tournament," one of them said. "He deserves to win." Mrs. Thompson nodded, her expression serious. "Let's hope he does well and brings home the trophy."

As they continued to discuss Jason, Emilia listened in, a small smile on her face. She seemed to be enjoying the maids' conversation, and their admiration for Jason was palpable. The maids continued to chat, speculating about Jason's chances of winning and what he might do next. Meanwhile, Emilia went to try on some of the new clothes, feeling grateful for Jason's kindness and generosity.

The atmosphere in the house was warm and welcoming, filled with the sound of laughter and conversation. The maids returned to their duties, still talking about Jason and his upcoming tournament. As the day went on, Emilia found herself feeling more at ease, grateful for the comfortable surroundings and the kindness of the people around her.

Emilia's eyes fixed on the screen, her mind reeling with shock and disgust as she watched the news report about her mother's brutal murder. The camera showed the crime scene, and Emilia's gaze was drawn to the details, trying to piece together what might have happened.

As she watched, her thoughts turned to Rooney. She couldn't help but wonder if he was involved in her mother's death. The more she thought about it, the more her suspicion grew. She remembered the way Rooney had always been possessive and controlling around her. The way he would get angry when she didn't comply with his demands when they were still dating,could he have done this to her mother?

Emilia's mind started racing with questions. Has Rooney finally snapped? Was he capable of such violence? She didn't know what to think, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Rooney might be connected to her mother's murder.

She felt a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and a sense of betrayal. Despite her complicated relationship with her mother, Emilia didn't wish her dead. And now, she couldn't help but wonder if Rooney was responsible for her mother's death.

What would she do next? Would she go to the police and share her suspicions? Or would she try to investigate further on her own? Emilia's thoughts were a jumble of emotions and questions, and she didn't know where to start.

Should she explain her plight to Jason? But he was busy and it would be cruel of her to disturb him.

Emilia's tears flowed freely as she sat in front of the TV, her mind reeling with confusion and uncertainty. She felt lost and alone, unsure of what to do next. The news about her mother's murder had brought up a mix of emotions, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake by letting Jason save her.

She thought about the life she had left behind, the pain and suffering she had endured. And now, with her mother's death, it seemed like everything was coming crashing down. Emilia felt like she was stuck in a nightmare, and she didn't know how to wake up.

As she cried, she thought about Jason and the kindness he had shown her. She thought about the new clothes and the comfortable life she had been given. But it all seemed hollow now, meaningless in the face of her mother's death and her own uncertain future.

Emilia's tears slowed, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to do something, but she wasn't sure what. She needed time to think, to process everything that had happened. And she needed to find a way to uncover the truth about her mother's death. She couldn't hide the fact that she has a little bit of resentment towards her mother, the 15 years old version of her would have rushed down to the scene but here she is, unable to decide what to do.