Chapter 55 Danielle walked to the gate and immediately spotted Nathan waiting by the car.
"Mrs. Charrington, Mr. Charrington is still busy, so he asked me to pick you up," Nathan said respectfully.
It wasnât just because Danielle was Davidâs fiancée that Nathan treated her with such deference. Her reputation as a master gunsmith, known simply as "Sphinx," was more than enough to earn his admiration. To him, she was his idol.
"Alright," Danielle replied with a nod.
The two set off in silence, the car gliding smoothly through the dimly lit streets toward the cityâs outskirts. Danielle glanced out the window as the vehicle began ascending a secluded hillside road. She couldnât help but ask, "Nathan, where exactly are we going for dinner?"
"Youâll know when we get there, Mrs. Charrington," Nathan responded cryptically.
âHe didnât really answer the question, Danielle thought.
The car entered a private property lined with tight security. Infrared beams intersected the premises, and guards were stationed every 300 feet. It was hard to imagine what kind of life the propertyâs owner led to require such extreme protection.
As they reached the gates, Danielleâs eyes were drawn to the bold characters on a plaque: Nathor Palace. If she hadnât figured out that this was Davidâs private residence, her various monikers would have been undeserved. But she had no idea why he had brought her to his home.
"Mrs. Charrington, weâve arrived. You can head inside now." Nathan opened the car door with a brisk motion and stood upright.
Danielle nodded and stepped out. Just as she was about to enter the house, a large white wolf darted out of the bushes. Its fur was as white as snow, and its eyes were pale. The creature was over 6 feet long, with a massive head and a lean, graceful body.
Danielle immediately recognized it as a tundra wolf. âWhy does he keep such a ferocious animal at home?â she wondered.
Tundra wolves were highly adaptable creatures with incredible survival instincts, known for their cunning and savagery. Predators by nature, the wolves attacked in coordinated packs, employing brutal and precise methods. Their sharp teeth and stealthy ambush tactics made them formidable hunters.
Nathan broke into a cold sweat. The tundra wolf was notoriously aggressive, obeying only David. Among the household staff, the wolf roamed freely, feared by everyone-including Nathan.
Yet, it wasnât the time to be afraid. If the wolf attacked Danielle under his watch, David would undoubtedly tear him limb from limb.
Detecting a stranger on its territory, the wolf growled and bared its fangs. Its pale, menacing gaze locked onto Danielle as it prepared to pounce.
"Mrs. Charrington, this is Mr. Charringtonâs pet wolf. Itâs vicious by nature-please stay behind me," Nathan said frantically.
But Danielle didnât move. Her gaze remained calm, unflinching in the face of the predator.
In the blink of an eye, the wolf lunged forward with its jaws wide open. It was chilling to imagine the damage it would do to Danielle.
"Watch out," Nathan exclaimed.
Danielle remained calm, as if the creature pouncing on her wasnât a ferocious wolf. Nathan, however, was scared out of his wits.
Just as the wolf was about to reach her, she swiftly pulled out several needles and pierced its body. The ferocious animal froze mid-attack and crumpled to the ground.
Danielle crouched and gently stroked the wolfâs fur, her fingers running through the soft, pristine coat. The ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "Itâs actually quite docile," she remarked with a faint smile.
Drenched in sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking, âDocile? It nearly took your life, Mrs.
Charrington! This is the same wolf that had once torn a manâs throat out.â It was an extremely gruesome scene.
Without sparing another glance at the horrified Nathan, Danielle led Zeus toward the living room.
The moment she stepped into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual. The space was dark and eerily quiet.
All of a sudden, the lights flickered on, illuminating the entire room. It was like stepping into a starlit realm. The air was thick with the fragrance of roses, their vibrant petals scattered across every surface.
David was at the far end of the room, walking toward Danielle. Dressed in an impeccably tailored white suit, David exuded a rare charm that was a stark contrast to his usual somber presence. Now, there was a warmth about him that felt soothing. "Were you frightened?" he asked softly, smiling warmly as he caressed her hair affectionately.
"You did this on purpose?" Danielle asked, though there was no doubt in her voice.
David had brought her to his private residence for a reason. Danielle was the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her to see his world, to understand his life, and hopefully accept him.
Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David)
ï¤Chapter 54 "Zeus has been raised here since it was a pup," David replied. "It only obeys me. Even if you hadnât used those needles, it wouldnât have hurt you.
From now on, itâll protect you." Zeus had indeed kept David safe from those who meant him harm.
Danielleâs chest tightened. âWhat has this man endured to make his home a fortress?â she wondered.
David took her hand and led her to the dining table. He had prepared dinner himself. Though he hadnât known how to cook before, he had recently started learning from the family chef. His goal was to master more recipes and create more delicious meals for Danielle in the future.
Danielle looked at the six dishes on the table. They were all home-cooked dishes, but most importantly, they were her favorite.
It struck Danielle how thoughtful David was-even her own family hadnât paid this much attention to her preferences. She wasnât fussy about food and simply ate whatever was put in front of her.
"It looks delicious," Danielle remarked. Each dish was simple but comforting-the kind of classic home-cooked meals she loved. Her family never knew these were her favorites, but this man did.
"Try this," David said, placing a piece of perfectly deboned fish onto her plate.
Danielle took a bite of the fish, her eyes meeting the manâs captivating gaze. He looked at her with a flicker of nervous anticipation.
âDid he actually make all of these?â Danielle wondered. Seeing the eager look in Davidâs eyes, Danielle didnât hesitate to offer her praise. "Itâs delicious," she said.
Relieved and overjoyed, Davidâs lips spread into a bright smile.
"Did you prepare all these dishes alone?" Danielle asked, staring at him with her beautiful eyes.
David nodded. "Iâm glad you like it," he said as he served food to her plate.
"I never imagined youâd be such a great cook," Danielle said warmly. She wasnât good at cooking, so she couldnât help but admire those who were.
"I learned to cook for you," David said bluntly. "As long as you like it, Iâll cook for you more often."