Chapter 165. It’s Being Handled

Leah’s POV

I needed to come with an answer, and fast. Jules was no longer staring at the view, he had turned and was now giving me his full attention.

“I—“

“You have thrown trash bags out two times now. And each time, I watched you. I think you fail to understand that I am in charge of the workers and the properties. I’m responsible for keeping everything in check.” 

“They were just some old clothes that I didn’t like,” I lied, I was still trying to figure out whether I should tell him the truth or not; whether I could trust him or not.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” I swallowed hard.

Jules scoffed. “Why don’t you trust me? Why won’t you tell me things? I’m the only one who has been protecting you from the very beginning. I deserve some form of respect at least.”

He was right, but I was just so tentative about everything because of the whole masked man thing. 

But he was right. From the very beginning, all