Prisoner of Love Mr Cool
Plan

That night, again Grant did not return home. I don't know what Grant and Jenna are doing out there. This time, there were no tears flowing down her cheeks. However, the pain she felt exceeded her pain as she parted ways with Finn.

Mia had only been silent for a night, her eyes blank, unable to guess what she was thinking. Willia faithfully accompanied that beloved miss. Mia's extremely drastic change in attitude alarmed him.

The servant girl thought what she should do to make her lady cheerful again. The next day, Willia asks the head chef to make vanilla cream brulee, Mia's favorite meal since they were in the country.

Willia also prepares warm milk, strawberry chocolate foundue, as well as bread. After almost a year of serving Mia, Willia understood what her mistress liked when she was sad like this.

"Miss, breakfast is ready" Willia said. He immediately opened the window and let the warm sunlight into the room.

Mia emerged from under her blanket. "Hasn't he back yet?"

Willia smiled. "No, Miss. But I can accompany Miss to breakfast below. There's already vanilla cream brulee for breakfast,"

Mia let out a long sigh and drowned herself back into the blanket. "Ah, I'm lazy to eat, Willia. You're the one eating,"

"alright. I'll let Miss sleep for another fifteen minutes" Willia said patiently. He immediately went out and closed the door to Mia's room.

After Willia left her room, Mia moved out of the room. He looked out the window. Grant's car entered their yard. The impaled taste came back.

After seeing Grant park his car, Mia jumped into the bed and re-engaged in her blanket.

"You're not awake yet?" grant asked as he went inside and saw Mia still struggling with her blanket.

"You're home yet? Why didn't you come home last night? Did something happen?" mia asked, she pulled out her blanket and looked at Grant.

Grant crept up onto the bed, peeked at Mia's forehead, and lay down beside her lover. "Nothing's going on, honey,"

"Why don't you come home?" mia asked, still looking at Grant who was now closed.

The man fell silent, did not answer, and in the end a snoring voice from his mouth that answered Mia's question. Irritated, Mia clucked and got out of her bed.

"Willia, sit in front of me. Accompany me to eat," asked Mia.

Willia who was serving her nonanya breakfast just smiled. "Would I wake Mr Wilson?"

Mia shook her head. "no need. Just keep me eating,"

Mia also took a medium-sized bowl, poured milk and a handful of cereal into the bowl. "Sit here,"

Inevitably, Willia was sitting on the dining chair that had been prepared by Mia. "Ta-, but, Miss, ...."

"Have it, just eat it!" mia said she bribed a large spoonful of cereal into her mouth accompanied by a spoonful of vanilla cream brulee.

For several days, Grant still rarely went home. He'll be home in the morning then asleep, around lunchtime, he's gone again. Just like Grant's activity.

This makes Mia upset. Unable to stand Grant's attitude, Mia finally told Willia her frustration. He spilled all his emotions on his loyal servant.

"I've put my life on her, but why would she go with Jenna? I already trust him. How's this, Willia? I think it's time I could be happy, it turns out I was broken again" said Mia grimly.

Willia clasped Mia's hand tightly. "Patience, Miss. Maybe Mr. Winston isn't a good man to you,"

"I think we should get out of here as soon as possible" Mia said suddenly.

"Then, where are you going?" ask Willia. In the big city, Mia was only close to the merchants who were near their homes.

Mia was silent for a moment. "Maybe for a while, we can hitch a ride on Mrs Clark while helping her sell so as not to be too much trouble,"

"In that case, I'll ask Mrs Clark. Miss rethink this Miss plan" Willia said wisely.

"Well, if that's your wish. You can't prevent that, can you?" timpal Willia again.

Mia moved out of her chair and stared at the garden. "Even if I stay here, I still feel alone, lonely, and confined. She doesn't see me anymore, Willia,"

Unbearable to hear the outpouring of Mia's heart, Willia finally decided to ask Mrs Clark and do something for her young lady.

Unlike Mia, Finn is having fun. The man was always seen in the house of dancers or bars heard in the city.

Sometimes he's with Pat, but he spends more time alone.

"Walter, just formalize your relationship with the dancer. Pity him if you keep hanging him" said a dancer one night.

Finn just laughed and shook his head. He didn't take his eyes off Pat for a second. For some reason, he couldn't love that woman.

"Hey, if you're just trying to play him, just give Pat to me!" said the stranger again.

Finn grunting. "He's mine!"

As she watches Pat and Gwen dance, Harvey and Dave enter the room.

"Mr Walter, we need to talk" Dave said.

Finn got off the couch, warning the stranger not to look at Pat for too long let alone ask him out. "You've been spotted!"

The three of them got away from the crowd and sat in a bar not far from the house of the dancer.

"What's wrong? You're disturbing my fun, Dave! My girl was almost taken by someone else!" said Finn upset, he grumbled at the men who picked him up.

Dave and Harvey looked at each other and smiled. "We got word,"

"Newspaper? What news?" ask Finn not to understand. His forehead shriveled at Dave's words.

"We feel like your life is too relaxed, Mr. Walter. It's time for us to hunt again" said Dave still with his mysterious smile.

Finn squinted his forehead. "What do you mean my life is too relaxed? You know I won my fight with Parker. I'll just find two more dogs, and then I'll pick up my wife and bring her back here,"

"We got an SOS message from your wife's maid, Mr. Walter," Harvey replied.

Just in a moment, Finn straightened his sitting position. "Willia's?Whatchu mean? Mia's fine, isn't she?"

"I guess you'll have to speed up your hunt next, Mister," Dave replied.

Finn's eyes are shining. "That's easy. Tomorrow morning, we'll move." That night, Finn and Harvey and Dave devise a plan for their hunt in the morning.

Finn was so excited that night, the shadow to pick up Mia made him very happy and passionate. His plans and strategies were quickly drawn up. Whatever weapons they brought, they prepared.

"Meet me at the dancer's house before the cock crows. Bring me whatever I said. Okay well? It's possible that someone is listening to our conversation, so I don't think we need to whisper and pretend to laugh. Grow your smile, Dave. Ahahaha! Like that," said Finn.

"Haha! All right, Mr. Walter!" dave and Harvey.

Finn smiled with satisfaction that night. Most likely tomorrow morning, the collection of heads he had gathered could be sent to Grant Wilson.

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