The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

I didn't answer. Instead, I pressed a kiss on Mason's cheek and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.
What followed was a storm of kisses, trailing from my face down to my neck before he finally nipped at my earlobe, his hot breath sending electric shivers down my spine.
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. Encouraged, Mason's hands grew rougher, fingers tangling in the delicate fabric of the gown.
"No. Don't tear it." I grabbed his wrist, desperate to save the beautiful dress, but my strength was no match for his. With a sharp rip, the shoulder seam gave way.
After our intimate moment, Mason gazed down at me with lazy affection. "Hungry? Let's get you cleaned up."
"I can do it myself," I snapped, yanking the sheets over my bare skin. No way was I falling for that trap again.
"Your leg's still weak, and the bathroom floor is slippery. Relax. I'll behave." Before I could protest, Mason scooped me up. I gasped, instinctively locking my arms around his neck, only to realize too late that I was still naked.
True to his word, he kept things quick in the shower. But as we dressed, I lingered behind, clutching the ruined wedding dress with a pang of regret. "This was so expensive..." I muttered.
Mason sighed, "Come on, get up and eat something. Aren't you hungry?"
I pouted, "Not anymore. I lost my appetite."
"Then maybe I should be your dinner," he teased, stepping closer.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Come downstairs and eat."
Downstairs, the dining room smelled heavenly. Nadia had prepared mushroom soup and an array of savory dishes. These were all my favorite dishes. After weeks of hospital food, the spread was a revelation.
Seeing this feast made my stomach growl immediately. Plus, after my earlier exertions, I was starving. I quickly finished two small bowls of soup.
Mason finished even faster. Soon, we left the table nearly bare.
After dinner, the sky outside grew darker. Mason gestured to the study. "We need to talk."
"Okay," I followed him into the study and noticed the ring catalog lying open on the desk. Originally, Mason had wanted me to choose a design. But my earlier frugal outburst, he circled a random option with his pen. The ring was decided.
His expression turned serious. "Now, I have some bad news for you. After the wedding, you have to move into Knight Villa."
I stared blankly.
"Cat got your tongue?" Mason waved a hand before my eyes.
"You're joking? Tell me you're joking." I gripped his arm.
He shook his head. "This is serious. Delilah told me today. I'm just passing along her decision. It's final. There's no changing it."
"I'm doomed," I whispered, collapsing into a chair.
Mason didn't try to comfort me. He just watched me with something between pity and amusement.
I was terrified. Back in the Cooke family, just dealing with Amelia had been more than enough to make me feel outsmarted. The Knight family was a big family. Helen was more cunning than Amelia.
Besides, I would also have to deal with Joey, a powder keg, and Richard, that wolf in sheep's clothing. They had already come looking for trouble.
Once I moved into Knight Villa after marriage, I would be walking straight into their world and becoming nothing more than a lamb in a den of wolves.
My original plan, fight if I could or flee if I couldn't, was now useless. Trapped under the same roof as them, escape was impossible.
The more I thought about it, the more hopeless it felt. "What if I tell Delilah I refuse to move in tomorrow?" I asked Mason, my voice shaky. "Will she be angry?"
He chuckled, "She's far too magnanimous to get upset over something so trivial."
I exhaled in relief, but before I could even relax, he added, "She'll just make sure you want to move in and swear never to leave."
My breath hitched. Mason was right. Negotiation was off the table.
With no way out, I had only one choice—charge forward. Maybe I could find a way out. The realization loosened the knot in my chest. Then, a thought struck me. I asked, "Mase, why aren't you close to Aria?"
His frown deepened. "Why bring her up? Just focus on Helen and Richard. They're real snakes. Joey's just a nuisance." He avoided my question.
He dodged the question. I guessed something about Aria bothered him, and he wouldn't share.
There was something strange about the Knight family, and it only deepened my worries about the life waiting for me ahead.
Time wouldn't stop just because I was worried. The wedding date kept drawing closer, day by day.
Lately, I had been swamped—not with bridal spa days or dress fittings, but with reporters hounding me and endless charity requests.
True to his word, Mason donated seven million dollars to the orphanage in my name.
Hugo Watson, the orphanage director, believed I was some kind of saint. He thought good deeds had to be celebrated and shared, so more people could be inspired to do good.