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, which looked

colors, making one feel uncomfortable. When they reached a small white building, the servant stepped back, indicating that he would not

that there was no

her lips and walked forward alone. In the white building, the sound of a piano could be heard as she pushed open the door. The living room was empty,

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 playing music, the entire room was empty. In the center of the spacious room was a bed,

to let you visit me

as he spoke, his voice made 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

you come to see me if you’re so afraid of me?”

coldly saying, “To confirm if you’re

and deep, devoid of the innocence of a young man, and Isabella reckoned that this

relief, walked around the bed, and stood next to him. As expected, there were wounds on the corners of his mouth, and his chest and arms were all bandaged. It must be

raised an eyebrow. “Isabella, are you satisfied now?”