Michael glanced at the man in the back through the rear-view mirror.
Before the sun rose, he was awoken and tasked to pack a suitcase for Kieran. Then he was sent an address.
Michael knew the address full well because he was the one who looked into Lilith Kingsley.
This is none other than her family villa, where she is currently staying.
And this place is an hour away from the office. As compared to the hotel Kieran was staying at, which was five minutes away, this is quite far.
Kieran mostly stayed away from the main villa where his family lived, while his relatives occupied the smaller villas nearby. Michael was staying there as well.
The place was half an hour away from their main company building.
But that was still closer than the Kingsleys' villa.
So, what exactly happened for this man to actually decide to bring a suitcase to go to his wife's house?
In the end, Michael shook his head. There is no point in thinking about it. He may understand him better than the rest, but not completely.
And why would they go there at such an early time?
The sun had just risen when they arrived.
After pressing the doorbell, Lilith opened the door.
Michael was once again stunned.
He wondered if he was seeing things or if an angel had descended.
She wore a white cotton dress, her hair pinned to the side in soft curls for volume. She was also wearing cream-colored doll shoes.
Her aura felt different from the person he had been meeting in the office.
...
"You're here?"
I was genuinely shocked when someone rang the doorbell at such an early hour.
I had just finished preparing to go to the main mansion for the will reading. It will be at 9 in the morning, and the travel time will be an hour and a half.
It was just 6 am, and I was thinking of making some coffee since I finished calibrating things after my dinner last night. Who would have thought that the doorbell would ring?
Kieran glanced at the suitcase beside Michael.
I chuckled, "I see. Very well, get inside. I was just about to make some coffee. Do you want one? I also have some toasts and eggs prepared."
I led them inside as I asked.
"Black coffee?" I asked Kieran.
He nodded.
"How about you?" I asked Michael.
"With milk."
"Cafe latte?" I continued.
Michael tilted his head to the side.
"I love coffee, so what I have here is the full equipment," I said, understanding his confusion.
"Then that shall be it," he replied.
"How about breakfast? Have you guys eaten?" I once again asked.
I watched Michael shake his head absentmindedly.
I chuckled, "I'll just bring out some breakfast as well. You can eat if you want."
I left them there for about half an hour.
When I stepped out with the toast and egg, both of them were already sitting on the dining table.
I prepared everything, and the last were the cups of coffee.
"So, what's your preference so that I can have it prepared. At the same time, where do you want to stay for the time being?" I asked Kieran, referring to my messages last night.
He took a sip from his cup. After he did, I saw his lips slightly curve on one side.
I guess I made a coffee he likes.
I picked up my own cup and started drinking my caramel macchiato, while doing so, I was watching his movements because he surely wouldn't speak of his answer.
And just as I expected, he raised his hand and pointed.
I followed his movement, and it didn't rise too high. It stopped as soon as it was raised.
He was pointing at...
*Pfft*
*Pfft*
My coffee almost caused a scene at the table if I was not fast enough to cover my mouth.
But it was not only me, Michael was the same.
I pulled some tissue, wiping my lips while handing him some.
"You're pointing at me?"
I asked as I pointed at myself.
He nodded.
I ended up looking at Michael for confirmation.
Michael also looked at me. He was wearing a bewildered look, something I knew was also visible in my face.
He was looking at me as if asking me for answers as well.
I shook my head and looked back at Kieran.
"You are saying that you will sleep in my room? Am I reading you right?"
He nodded his head before he took a toast and started eating as well.
I looked back at Michael, but he was already looking at Kieran, agape.
"Why?" I asked.
I don't feel like he was gaping because Kieran decided to sleep in my room.
"He's... eating your toast," Michael looked at me in disbelief.
That's when I realized what I just saw.
I looked back at Kieran, and he was indeed eating the toast, even adding some scrambled egg.
"Where am I?" I blurted.
Kieran frowned, turning his attention to me.
"Who am I?" I added.
He raised an eyebrow.
I did not bother with his reaction and looked back at Michael.
"What did I do?" I asked him.
Michael looked back at me from gaping at Kieran.
He shook his head, "Let's eat."
He picked up his cup and continued drinking his coffee. He also picked up a toast and started eating.
It seems that when Kieran does something he does not usually do, Michael simply gives up wondering what is going on.
I shrugged, not that I have any qualms about it.
I just did not expect that the man who'd kept pointing his gun at me every time I'd visit him would decide to sleep in the same bed as me.
Talk about finding entertainment in your boring life.