Blanche's POV
The car pulled up to Jacob Manor's front entrance, and I watched the butler and house staff sprint outside to greet us.
"Mr. Jacob, Mrs. Jacob, thank God you're safe!" the butler exclaimed, relief flooding his features.
Zain's face looked like carved ice—cold and unforgiving. He didn't utter a single word.
As I climbed out of the car, the butler approached me. I managed only a tight smile and a quiet "Mm-hmm."
Zain's sharp voice sliced through the air. "Luggage in the trunk. Get it inside."
His command to the butler and staff came out harsher than usual, with an edge I rarely heard from him.
The butler and staff shared uncertain glances before hurrying to unload our things.
I moved to help, but they waved me off politely.
Zain stormed ahead like he was fleeing something, his long strides eating up the distance.
I dragged myself behind him, each step feeling heavier than the last as we approached Jacob Manor's entrance.
