Chapter 495: Dreams Come True When We Least Expect It
Chapter 495 Dreams Come True When We Least Expect It
The question about the choker necklace around her neck left Rebecca momentarily breathless, trapped in a moment of silent panic.
The truth behind the choker—a symbol of her subjugation to that bastard, branded as his possession. She couldn’t even refuse it since he threatened to do something worse and she would rather pick the lesser of two evils.
But the thought of revealing to her son that their worst enemy had effectively placed a leash on her was unbearable.
Struggling to maintain her composure, Rebecca crafted a facade of nonchalance, her voice trembling as she attempted to dismiss the significance of the choker, "It’s nothing. It’s just something I-" Her words, a desperate attempt to deflect, were abruptly cut off by the sudden intrusion.
The doors to the room burst open, heralding the arrival of a tall man, his presence domineering and undeniably charismatic, clad in regal black robes that spoke of his authority.
The tall, armored female guard who accompanied him stood sentinel outside, the doors closing with a finality that seemed to make Rebecca and Oberon unconsciously flinch.
"I am not too late, am I?" Asher’s voice, light and filled with an unsettling amusement, cut through the tension in the room, his smile a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that raged within the mother and son duo.
"You!" Rebecca stood up, her reaction visceral, a mix of anger and shock at the audacity of this scum who dared to enter her home as if he owned it.
Her maternal instincts, already on high alert, flared into protective fury, ready to shield Oberon from any further harm and also prevent him from knowing anything he shouldn’t.
Oberon, for his part, recoiled at the sight of Asher, his recent memories and fears intertwining to form an image of terror.
His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, haunted by the possibility of getting slapped with fake treason charges and getting executed in public.
Asher, seemingly oblivious to the hostility his presence invoked, approached Rebecca with a calm that bordered on arrogance, "Sit down," he commanded, his hand resting on her shoulder with an authority that brooked no argument, forcing her back onto the bed, "Nobody else is here, and a senior like you shouldn’t be standing in their own house."
The audacity of his actions, the presumption to dictate her movements within her own domain, ignited a fierce indignation within Rebecca.
Yet, she could only swallow her pride and anger as the scorching chains of slavery around her body and mind tightened the moment she developed a thought of defying his words.
She can’t risk defying him and exposing herself as his slave in front of Oberon.
But before she could react, Asher made himself comfortable right in front of her and beside Oberon.
His action of reaching out and holding Oberon’s hand, though seemingly benign, carried with it an undercurrent of mockery.
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