When Love Turns Dangerous (Tara) novel Chapter 87

The housekeeper pushed the meal cart into the room. Even though Tara said it would be fine, this hadn't been cleared with Russell. Lance didn't know about it either. The housekeeper felt a little uneasy.

As she walked in, Lance looked up. His handsome face showed no expression, but those pitch-black eyes were colder than the snow outside.

The housekeeper didn't notice the change in his gaze. "Mr. Swain, Tara's a little tied up, so I'm bringing you dinner instead."

Lance's tone was flat, as usual. "Okay."

After the housekeeper pushed the cart out of the room, Lance stared at the black card on the coffee table and let out a quiet laugh. But the laugh was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. "Bold move."

At that moment, Tara pushed the meal cart into Soren's room. He was the one who opened the door.

Soren quietly observed her. She didn't seem overly tired. It looked like Lance hadn't gone too far. But he wasn't sure if Tara had already agreed to be Lance's girlfriend.

The thought made him irritated. Why hadn't she agreed to be his girlfriend? Why would she go and agree to be with Lance? In what way was he worse than Lance?

Soren noticed her open the bottom cabinet of the meal cart. Tucked away inside was a jewelry pouch. It looked familiar. It had a luxury brand logo on it.

She quickly closed the cabinet door, like she didn't want him to see.

Tara was deliberately hiding it from Soren, afraid he would get jealous and do something rash if he saw it. So, she stuffed it in the bottom layer, planning to take it out quickly and shut the cabinet right after.

However, she didn't expect him to catch sight of it anyway.

Soren scoffed. "Who gave you the jewelry?"

Tara played dumb. "What jewelry?" His eyes were way too sharp. How did he even see that?

Soren walked over, opened the cabinet door of the meal cart, and slammed the jewelry pouch down right on the greasiest spot of the cart like he was dying to throw it into the oiliest dish.

He didn't say a word, just lowered his eyes and stared at her in silence.

Tara quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe the jewelry box, but he snatched it up before she could.

Soren's handsome face was dark. "What's the rush?"

She hurriedly said, "Give it to me. It's someone's kind gesture. I can't let it get ruined."

He grew even more jealous, his jaw clenched. "Who gave it to you?"

Tara jumped up, trying to snatch the jewelry box back. But Soren was tall, and he held it high. She couldn't even come close to touching it.

"That was from Mr. Wilhelm. It's just a little something from him."

Soren had suspected as much. Shawn clearly had other intentions, yet this clueless woman couldn't see it.

"Shawn? You accept his gift, but when I try to give you one, your face looks like you've seen a ghost."

Tara didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at that last part. "Mr. Wilhelm's gift didn't mean anything. He even said it wasn't expensive.

"You, on the other hand, said you'd buy me a whole truckload of clothes. Of course I couldn't accept that. If Mr. Robertson or anyone else finds out, I… I wouldn't be able to explain my way out of it."

What kind of boss would randomly buy a whole truck of clothes for a housekeeper? That was basically announcing that they were dating.

Even if it was just the luxury brand pouch that got dirty, where on earth would she find another one that fancy?

Soren found her little smack oddly satisfying. His handsome face broke into a bigger smile. Hitting meant affection, and with Tara being so soft and delicate, even her scolding was a kind of flirtation.

"He already gave it to you. Doesn't that mean you can do whatever you want with it?"

Tara was still checking if the jewelry inside had gotten any oil. Soren's hands were clean, but she still didn't fully trust it.

Hearing what he said, she instinctively replied, "It's too expensive. I'm giving it back later. Good thing you told me."

Soren's mood instantly lifted, smiling widely. "Why bother keeping his gift? I've got a better gift for you, much more practical and expensive than his."

Tara was completely focused on the jewelry box, already planning to return it to Shawn right after she left Soren's room. So, whatever Soren said went in one ear and out the other.

However, she still caught the key point and quickly said, "Don't give me any gifts. I really don't need them."

Soren had her figured out by now and didn't push it. "Alright, alright. I'm just saying."

Tara finally relaxed, placing the last dish—a salad—on the table. "Mr. Farrell, enjoy your meal."

She pushed the cart toward the door, the jewelry pouch in her hand feeling like it weighed a ton.

Soren grabbed her wrist and blocked her path, leaning his tall, lean frame close to her.

His murky gaze settled on her lips, and he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to reward me?"