Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

Isabella followed Seth into the main house, rubbing her arms against the cold as soon as they stepped in. The house had a symmetrical design, with an eight-step staircase leading to both sides in front of the hall. When she lifted her head, she met a pair of deep, silent eyes that made her tremble and lose her balance.

Fortunately, Seth reached out to steady her.

Isabella took a deep breath, staring at the man on the stairs. His features were sharp, his face smooth yet chiseled, his lips thin, and his complexion had a sickly pallor, a perfect image of a heartless man. By all accounts, he should have mixed blood, but his pupils were as deep as ink, without a hint of impurity. He stood above, his downwar gaze oppressive.

Seth withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked up the stairs. He faced Patrick and shook hands with him. Standing below, Isabella took a deep breath. Just by looking at their faces, these two were quite a match.

“Corey is in the small building at the back.” While Isabella was lost in thought, the silent Patrick spoke. His voice was cold and light, sending chills down her spine.

Then, someone came to guide her, and she turned to Seth. “Mr. Shaffer, then I-”

“Go ahead.”

Nodding, Isabella took another look at Patrick and slowly followed the servant down the small path under the stairs. Out of Patrick’s sight, she let out a deep sigh, wondering which unfortunate yet lucky woman would be Patrick’s match.

followed the servant to the backyard full of vigorous pines,

flowers were of particularly deep colors, making one feel uncomfortable. When they reached a small white building, the

was

white building, the sound of a piano could be heard as she pushed open the door. The living room was empty, and the music was coming from upstairs.

she walked in, following the sound of music to the room at the very end. She knocked on the door, but there was no response, so she pushed the door open to find that, apart from a phonograph

kind of Seth to let you visit me

Isabella stop in her tracks. The man on the bed struggled to move his body but didn’t turn his face, and Isabella saw the bandages on

come to see me

“To confirm if you’re dead or not.”

his throat, low and deep, devoid of the innocence of a

the bed, and stood next to him. As expected, there were wounds on the corners

raised an eyebrow. “Isabella, are you