My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 909

The maids in the kitchen were brought away while everyone else left in the lounge were expressionless. It seemed that they had become used to this happening.

I was on the verge of breaking down. As much as I wanted to say something, I was defeated by selfpreservation; I could only save and protect myself.

"They..." The words were at the tip of my tongue.

Kaleb's voice slithered into my ear. "I heard that it's not just the Milton family who wants you home?"

I wasn't expecting his question. I looked up at him but his eyes were so cold that I dared not look straight at him.

I couldn't help lowering my head. "What do you mean?"

He smiled coldly. "Fine, I'll just see this as a favor that I'm doing for the Miltons."

After that, he looked to Tiago and said, "Let Miss Reid move about freely here. Don't mistreat her."

"Yes, Sir!"

After that, he left.

I was puzzled and felt more than a little confused.

Night came.

The bright moonlight shone across the yard, and the faint noise of the insects were like a pleasant evening symphony.

I got up and sat on the bed. I hesitated briefly before deciding to get up.

Kaleb had said that I could move about freely in the villa.

There was a landline in the villa, but I couldn't use it to make a phone call.

No one was sure if the landline could be used and causing trouble was the last thing I wanted.

If I wanted to go and look for Naomi and the others, I had to get through the operating theatres, but the place was only accessible with Westin's iris recognition.

I had no choice but to walk around the dark villa, finally returning to my room in low spirits.

Everything was normal for the next few days. I tried to ask Tiago about Naomi and the others' current situation, but I always got the same answer, "They're doing what they should be doing. Lunchtime came.

The rain in the tropical region came and went quickly. The air smelled damp and moist after heavy rain,

As I watched copious moths falling outside, I looked at Westin, who stood as still as a tree next to me, and said casually, "These moths are delicious. Have you ever eaten them?"

He was stunned for a moment, and replied in broken English. 'Tve had them before."

Fortunately, I could still understand him. I smiled and said, "Did you have them in a restaurant? I did when I was very young. I would pick moths from the yard after the rain stopped, clean them, and fry them. After cooking their wings, I'd add some oil and seasoning. It'd smell divine."

His eyes sank slightly, as he reminisced about something. I continued, "It's raining outside. If you're afraid that I'll run away, you're free to follow me to go pick up some moths, is that okay?"

He was slightly surprised by my suggestion. Seeing that he was a little hesitant, I went on, "Don't overthink it. I just miss the taste and want to try it again. It doesn't mean anything." After a while, he nodded. "Okay."

I laughed, then stood up, looked at him and said, "Thank you, Westin."

I took a basket from the kitchen. Then, I went out of the villa to pick up the moths that had fallen as the rain drizzled.

A tanned hand helped me put the moths into the basket, and I was surprised when I looked towards my help. It was Westin; he had been carefully picking up the moths.

I laughed. "You'll eat them too?"

He replied 'yes' and was quiet after.

I smiled. It didn't take long for me to pick up the moths, and with that done, I carried the basket to the kitchen.

I didn't know how to eat moths, but Tina had told me that almost everyone in the southwest area knew how, the experience deeply imprinted in their childhood memories.