Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 49: Locked Doors and Open Gates

Delphinia wandered down the second-floor hallway, her soft slippers making no sound on the thick, carpeted floor. The mansion felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that left her alone with her thoughts—and the nagging irritation she couldn’t shake.

She paused in front of a door, her hand brushing the polished brass handle. The handle was smooth and cold under her fingertips. She’d been contemplating for a while whether she could ask to move to one of these other rooms. Evander’s room was spacious and elegant, but it didn’t feel like hers. Not yet, anyway. These rooms, though empty, seemed like they could offer her a small space of her own, a place where she didn’t have to be constantly reminded of Evander’s domineering presence.

As she stood there, debating whether to test the handle, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Madam? Is there anything you need?"

Delphinia turned to see Sienna standing a few feet away with her usual kind smile. Sienna’s hands were clasped neatly in front of her, and her black-and-white uniform was, as always, spotless.

"Oh, Sienna," Delphinia began, her lips curling into a faint smile. She gestured toward the door. "I was just wondering if I could take a look at some of the rooms up here."

Sienna’s smile widened slightly, though there was a hint of apology in her eyes. "I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Madam. According to Mr. Walton’s orders, all the other rooms on this floor must remain locked. They’re only opened for cleaning, and even then, only briefly."

Delphinia blinked, her brow furrowing. "Locked?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. "Every single one of them?"

Sienna gave a quick nod, keeping her expression calm. "Yes, Madam. Only two rooms are open for use—yours and Mr. Walton’s room, and Ashton’s room."

"Really?" Delphinia tilted her head skeptically. She turned back to the door in front of her, her fingers tightening on the handle. "Let’s see about that."

With a slight smirk, she tried turning the knob, only to find it wouldn’t budge. The lock held firm. She let out a frustrated sigh and marched to the next door, determination written all over her face. She grabbed the handle and twisted, only to meet the same result. Locked.

"Hmph," she muttered under her breath, not willing to give up just yet. She moved to a third door, then a fourth, pulling at the handles harder each time. All locked.

Finally, Delphinia turned back to Sienna, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her expression was calm, but her mind was racing with irritation. "Guess it’s true, huh?" she said, her voice light but with a hint of humor. But inside, she was cursing Evander.

Damn you, Evander, she thought bitterly, her smile hiding the annoyance boiling under the surface. You planned this, didn’t you? Room for Goldie, my foot.

Sienna stood patiently, her hands still clasped. "Mr. Walton was very specific about this arrangement, Madam," she explained gently.

Delphinia took a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she forced a polite smile. "What about my old room?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Sienna hesitated for a moment before answering. "Mr. Walton had your belongings moved to his room, Madam. He instructed that all your personal items should be placed there."

Delphinia winced at the way Sienna casually referred to Evander’s room as ’their’ room. Just thinking about it sent a weird mix of nerves and hesitant surrender twist in her gut. Evander was clearly serious about this arrangement—far more serious than she had expected.

So he’s really set on us sharing a room, huh? she thought, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from scowling.

Out loud, she said, "Thank you, Sienna. That will be all."

The housekeeper gave a small bow and retreated down the hall, leaving Delphinia alone with her thoughts once again. She stood there for a moment, staring at the locked doors. There was no point in fighting it. Evander had made sure there was only one place she could go.

"Guess I’ll just have to accept it," she murmured to herself as she made her way toward the staircase. Her steps were slow, her mind wandering. From now on, I’ll be sleeping in the same room as Evander.

Just thinking about it sent a weird mix of nerves and hesitant surrender twist in her gut. She reached the ground floor and glanced out the tall front windows. The sun dipped low, painting the front lawn in a soft orange light. Evening was settling in, and the house felt even quieter than before.

Delphinia frowned slightly. Where’s Ashton? she wondered. She hadn’t seen him all afternoon, and the boy usually made a point of seeking her out by now.

Delphinia glanced around the empty room, a sense of unease creeping in. Maybe he’s with Goldie, she thought. Since coming back from school, Ashton had mentioned wanting to finish his homework first before playing with their dog. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Her gaze shifted to the front gate, and she froze. The usually shut gate was hanging open, which was unusual. Squinting, she stepped closer to the window, her heart skipping a beat as she spotted two figures near a sleek black car parked just outside.

One of them was Ashton.

The boy was struggling, his small frame twisting and wriggling as he tried to pull away from the grip of a tall, muscular man dressed in dark clothes. The man’s face was partially obscured by a baseball cap, but his intent was clear. He was dragging Ashton toward the car.

Delphinia’s breath caught in her throat, her palms flattening against the window as fear gripped her.

"Ashton," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Delphinia’s heart pounded as adrenaline shot through her veins. She turned and bolted toward the front door, her mind racing. He’s being kidnapped. Someone is trying to take him. I have to stop it.