Deep Love Hidden From Him
Chapter 126

After midnight, the sky hovering over Ocpeace City was covered by dark clouds and there was heavy rain.

The black car drove into Yoreast Hillsand entered the Yoreast Hills Garden in the heavy rain. It then stopped in front of the villa. The maid came out from the villa to welcome them with umbrellas. "Boom!" Deafening thunder sounded through the rain.

"Mr. Theodore..."

As soon as the car door opened, Theodore got out of the car without waiting for the butler, George, to speak. Despite the heavy rain, he strode towards the villa.

George hurriedly followed Theodore with the umbrella. As soon as he entered the villa, he asked the maids to bring a towel and warm water. "Go and make some ginger tea so that Mr. Theodore will not catch a cold."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Theodore entered the house, he looked upstairs and asked, "Where is my mother?"

"Madam Madison is asleep." George hung the umbrella on the umbrella stand. He took the clean white towel from the maid and handed it to Theodore. " Mr. Theodore, use this to wipe yourself down." Theodore did not take the towel. His face flashed with some mixed emotions. He walked straight to the living room and sat on the sofa, his face uneasy.

George hesitated for a moment and glanced at the maid, who was serving tea from the corner of his eye. He gestured for the maid to leave and brought the tea to the coffee table himself. He asked carefully, "Mr. Theodore, it's late and raining heavily. Why are you here? Is there something urgent?"

Theodore was not close to Mrs. Godfrey. He was raised by his grandmother, Helen, since he was a child. Even after returning to Ocpeace City, he never stayed with Mrs. Godfrey and had been on his own. Only after taking over the Godfrey family business and getting engaged to the Bailey family did he make regular trips here, but he only stayed for meals.

It was the first time that he had made an unexpected visit.

Theodore glanced at the teacup on the table. It was made of porcelain, with each exquisite pattern delicately designed. The rim of the cup was gold-plated.

Mrs. Godfrey was meticulous towards making her life extravagant and no one could tell her otherwise. However, Theodore was repulsed by this trait since he was young, as if all the people and things around her were merely tools to her.

"Grandma's birthday is just around the corner. There's something that I need to discuss with her." Theodore's voice was low and there weren't any emotions in it. As he spoke, his voice echoed throughout the large living room.

George looked puzzled. If it really was for Madam Scott's birthday, why did he come at this hour? Why did he choose to come this late in the heavy rain?

Although he was confused, George did not dare to ask more.

It was almost two in the morning. The maids in the villa were yawning discreetly. Theodore did not let anyone go upstairs to ask for Mrs. Godfrey. He just sat in the living room and waited for her. George could not stand it anymore. He called a maid over and said in a low voice, "Go upstairs and knock on the door. See if Madam Madison is sound asleep. If she is not, tell her that Mr. Theodore is here." The maid nodded and went upstairs.

Inside the living room, Theodore lowered his head as he sipped his tea. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the maid going upstairs. His eyes narrowed.

Not long after, the maid walked down and carefully looked at the living room before she spoke to George. They were far away so those in the living room could not hear them. While they spoke, George looked up at the living room with a troubled expression.

After George dismissed the maid, he returned to the living room.

"Mr. Theodore, I have sent someone upstairs to take a look. Madam Madison is sound asleep. If it's not urgent, why don't you speak to her about Madam Scott's birthday once the sun is up?" "It's okay. I'll wait here."

Theodore's expression did not change at all. He placed his cup down and picked up an art magazine. Under the light of the chandelier hanging over his head, his face appeared stoic.

George's brow furrowed even deeper. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Theodore, it's getting late. I'll get someone to prepare the guest room for you. Why don't you rest and leave whatever you have for the next day?"

Although that was Mrs. Godfrey's residence, she was the only one who lived there. Theodore never spent the night there before. This was an obvious display of the interaction between mother and son; both of them minded their own business. Anyone could tell, even when George mentioned preparing a guest room, that he was cautious.

"There's no need."

Theodore picked up his cup again and took a sip of his tea. Then, he turned his attention to the two maids outside the living room who were secretly talking about something. Outside the window, the rain became heavier, ferociously calling summer to an end, and ushering the place into the cool autumn with blowing breezes and falling leaves. Theodore waited in the living room of the Yoreast Hills Garden villa the entire night.

The rain stopped the next morning.

Theodore looked at the time. It was almost nine in the morning, but there were still no movements upstairs. He immediately got up from the sofa and walked upstairs. "Mr. Theodore." George ran over in a hurry and stopped in front of him.

Theodore's expression suddenly turned ice cold.

"Mr. Theodore," George looked helpless. He said, "Madam Madison has not been feeling well for the past two days and is not sleeping well. It's great that she was able to sleep soundly, so please let her sleep a little longer." "She could not sleep well, but she slept through the heavy rain yesterday?"

"Well... Perhaps the sound of rain has a calming effect on some people."

"Is that so?" Theodore glanced at George and then looked up the stairs.

If Madison did not meet him last night because she was asleep, then she should have woken up by now. However, George stood in front of him with such a nervous look. Obviously, he was hiding something. The ringtone from his phone broke the silence. "Hello?"

The call was from his assistant, Moses.

"I understand," Theodore glanced at his watch and said. "I'll meet Mr. Gabriel in the office in two hours. Also, postpone my meetings to the afternoon."

After he said this, he retracted the foot that was already on the first step of the stairs and went out the door.

George's voice came from behind. "Breakfast is ready. Mr. Theodore, do you want to have breakfast before you leave?"

"It's alright." Theodore turned sideways with cold piercing eyes. "George, if my mother is awake, tell her that I've been here. There are some things that I want to ask her about. Ask her to call me when it's convenient for her."

His tone was bland, but it was inexplicably chilling. George couldn't help but shudder, "Yes, I'll definitely tell Madam Madison."

Theodore's car was waiting for him at the entrance. As the car drove away, a puddle of water splashed on the flowerbed.

After the car drove away, George breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the villa.

The master bedroom door on the second floor opened. Mrs. Godfrey, who wore a beige shawl, stood on the second floor overlooking the door downstairs, and she asked indifferently, "Is he gone?" "Yes, he just left."

The sound of slippers dragging on the stairs rang in the villa. Mrs. Godfrey held the handrail of the stairs and went straight to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Madam Madison." George took the cup from the maid's hand and handed it to Mrs. Godfrey. "Mr. Theodore was here all night and did not leave. If it wasn't for work, I'm afraid he would have insisted on meeting you."

Mrs. Godfrey's eyes were a little gloomy, "All for one woman. How can I trust him to take over the Godfrey family on his own?"