Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Mason gave me a meaningful look. "Because she works for you, not me."
I was about to say I didn't even know Nadia, then suddenly remembered—I was living under someone else's identity. So I didn't say another word.
Just then, Nadia came back and carefully set everything from the tray onto the table—an expensive bottle of authentic Kirkbury red wine and two crystal glasses.
She uncorked the wine and poured it into a beautiful decanter. After letting it settle for ten minutes, she poured it evenly into the two glasses.
Mason picked up his glass and gave it a slow swirl. He then brought it to his nose and took in the aroma with a look of contentment before taking a light sip.
When he looked up, his eyes met mine—filled with guilt—and the empty glass in front of me. I'd downed the whole thing. I was way too happy today and got carried away.
During training, Ada had actually covered how to properly drink wine, and what I'd just done was definitely a sign of bad manners.
I braced myself, thinking I was in for a lecture. But to my surprise, Mason didn't say a word. Instead, he refilled my glass.
"Feeling good today?" Mason asked.
"Yeah, it felt amazing." I nodded eagerly. The best part of today wasn't putting Oliver and Amelia in their place—it was that quiet, unspoken recognition between my mom and me.
I knew Mason had something to do with it, and I was grateful. Even though our relationship was built on mutual benefit, the way he'd taken everything into account for me—it was impossible not to feel moved.
"Thank you," I said sincerely, raising my glass before downing it again.
My mom had always been my biggest worry. Now that she was safe, I had nothing holding me back. I could finally go after what I wanted with no hesitation.
After refilling my glass, Mason called out to the kitchen, "Nadia, bring us another bottle."
We kept drinking, one glass after another. As the alcohol started kicking in, the conversation grew easier and more frequent.
The next morning, I woke up in my own bed. I hurriedly threw back the covers. My clothes were still perfectly on, not a thing out of place. I let out a breath of relief—though part of me felt a little disappointed.
I walked out of my room after washing up and bumped right into Nadia who came up to clean.
I asked, "Nadia, is Mr. Knight still asleep?"
"Ms. Gordon, Mr. Knight left at five this morning. He asked me to give this to you." Nadia handed me an envelope.
I grumbled to myself about how outdated Mason was—who would still write letters in this day and age? But even so, I opened it right away. The oversized stationery held just a few words—"I'll come get you when it's over."
My mouth fell open in shock. That didn't sound like Mason would be gone for just a day or two. It sounded like he was washing his hands of me completely.
A wave of abandonment crashed over me for no reason. But I shook it off quickly. It was my revenge to take. Why should I expect anyone else to help me?
I folded the paper neatly, slipped it back into the envelope, and carefully tucked it away in the bedside drawer before heading out for work.
Today was my third day back, and officially the day I declared war on Oliver.
I grabbed the car keys and stepped outside, only to see a bodyguard already standing by the car. The moment I came out, he opened the door for me and spoke, "Ms. Gordon, Mr. Knight asked us to stay and protect you."
"What about his own safety?" I asked in surprise.
The bodyguard answered seriously, "Mr. Knight said you just need to take care of yourself."
I climbed into the car, feeling pretty sulky. I hadn't known Mason that long, but somehow, around him, I felt like I was made of glass. Mason always seemed to know whatever I thought or wanted to say. And honestly, that was a little annoying.