My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 147

Ethan's house, lit from within, stood at the far end, close enough for her to watch.

Kate could see his silhouette moving about in his bedroom and she stood in silence, watching, soon to head directly there. She would have to explain why she was hurt and why she had come here. She braved another step, then immediately sensed a variant presence in his house, it was different from the female servants. She searched with her sharp eyes and finally confirmed the reason for her dissatisfaction.

Nestled on the bed in his bedroom was a woman, Danielle. The window was wide open and everything was revealing. Kate had been the one to compel her to forget what happened when she was lost in the night. Kate had done this kindness to get Ethan to focus on everything but Danielle.

Kate watched in wondrous suspense. Danielle was sitting in his massive white bed dourly as if unsatisfied with something. That perfume she wore only meant trouble and Kate

scowled, then hopelessly cowered, fearing the worst.

Ethan was still by the balcony. She was jealous, so jealous but there must have been a reason why Ethan had allowed her to stay up late at his house. Probably because she related her loss of memory and he felt indebted as a gentleman to offer comfort. A canning and desperate move......

Kate could see Danielle loosening her diamond necklace, then take off her wristwatch in an ordered fashion. That dress was anything but innocent and right when she thought this, Danielle began a playful series of hand stroking. First down her chest

then slowly and carefully up her legs.

Horrified, Kate muffled an angry scream. What was that woman doing?

A steadily escalating sense of defeat gripped Kate. It was clear now that Danielle was going to use every tactic possible to win Ethan over even if it meant throwing herself at him. 

Danielle then decided to take it a step further. She got to her feet and unpinned her hair and afterwards slid out of her dress. Now she was completely nude and there was no telling the extent of her passionate desires. A body like hers was the

kind to make men go nuts. The mere thought of Ethan giving in to this temptation was painful. It hurt as if she had the right to claim him from Danielle. She had no right to be this overbearing and protective. Kate was in fright. What if he touched her as he did with her? He would kiss her with intent and own her right away. Kate winced, touching her lips and vaguely attempting to imagine that moment, the one when her body had stiffened

and lost control from his breath alone.

What Danielle was doing was no mistake. This must have been her plan for a long time, to have Ethan lay with her, but who wouldn't want to?

Ethan sighed and took steps back into the bedroom, Kate was already out of breath. She should stop this, right away.

Danielle heard the footsteps and laid herself on the bed. Kate sprung for a better view, losing her mind,

‘No! Don't do it' she heard herself screaming in her head but it was of no use.

This was all too much, she could not look. She did not realize she was already in tears. What was happening to her pride? She immediately looked away. She began

tottering in the opposite direction, completely and utterly provoked.

Danielle had just crossed the line. She should have known to keep away from Ethan.

Thoughts of the two of them locked in that room were tearing Kate apart and she cursed as she hurried in the dark. Ethan was hers and forever would be.

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Kate ran and it hurt. She was not supposed to see what she just did.

Now she could not get that nude picture of that woman in his house out of her mind.

The reason it hurt, truly, was because, frustratingly, she seemed like his type.

Danielle was everything he deserved. She could ardently give him all the happiness in the world, as opposed to the pain and danger he would get with her.

The premonition she had earlier that night after the accident was not to be ignored. It was as much of a threat as the actual happening. Her stay, in her temporal home was compromised and she needed to find a new location.

She struggled in the dark to maintain her footing. Her vision was blurry and she was dangerously starving. Vermin blood would not quench the appetite. What she needed was human blood. Criminal human blood. She still held on to the idea that

there was good in her, the kind that would exist long enough to understand the mystery with Ethan, to figure out why her supernatural faculties could not work with him.

Finally, in a few hours, she could sonorously rest her focus on some dumb civilian hurrying towards home.

There was a motel not far ahead and its red labels buzzed brightly at a distance in which the civilian woman approached.

the other way. By the time Burke reached the victim, the criminals had exited the sight.

He took one look at the victim and he was convinced that he wasn't entirely innocent at all. He seemed a lot elderly for a drug addict but nothing was ever shocking in those parts of town.

Burke picked him up from the ground, "Are you hurt?"

"No, officer, am fine, and thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you

hadn't shown up"

"What‟s your name?"

"Mathias...."

"Last name?"

"Montgomery," he added, "From France"

"You're a long way from home, Mr. Montgomery. Tell me what you're doing in this part of town and what those men took from you?"

"They took my wallet, officer,"

"What were you doing here? "

"I was heading home. I... live a few blocks from here,"

Burke grabbed him by the arm and began leading him to his car, "You are going to do a lot more explaining than that. Am taking you to the station.

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