บททั้งหมดของ Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

THE car rattled softly as it sped down the quiet road. Orlanda sat uncomfortably in the back seat, wedged between Kaylan, Carlson's loyal guard, and the door. The silence inside the vehicle was palpable, broken only by the occasional hum of the engine and the faint whisper of wind as it passed through the slightly cracked windows. Orlanda shifted nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that wherever they were going, it was for Carlson's benefit. Her eyes flicked over to Kaylan, who sat stoic, his face hard as stone. She opened her mouth, ready to argue again about this forced trip, but decided to wait. There would be another opportunity, there always was.As they turned down a darker, less traveled road, Kaylan reached into his jacket and pulled out a black blindfold. "Time to put this on," he said gruffly.Orlanda immediately tensed. "What? No way. I'm not doing this." She crossed her arms defiantly."Don't make this difficult," Kaylan growled, his voice laced with imp

THE quiet of the night wrapped itself around Orlanda as she sat at her dressing table, it was night, and she had already retired to her bedroom, work for the day ended. The dim light from the single lamp casting a warm, soft glow across the room, she had put off other illuminating objects in the room as she always does before going to bed. The reflection in the mirror stared back at her, but her mind was far away, replaying the events of the day, particularly the unsettling conversation with Carlson that morning.Carlson's threatening and daring words echoed in her mind, stirring a discomfort she couldn't shake. The way he had approached her, confident yet with an underlying forcefulness, made her feel trapped, giving the reality that there was no room left to escape. Orlanda's eyes dropped to her hands, her fingers twisting nervously around the delicate chain she always wore. The weight of the decision seemed unbearable. She didn't want to betray herself, or worse, get tangled in the

THE dimly lit room echoed with the soft clink of glasses as Carlson poured himself a drink, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass, savoring both the drink and the triumph slowly taking shape. Kaylan stood near the window, arms crossed, his usual composed demeanor unshaken."Everything is falling into place," Carlson said, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes glinted with malice as he set his glass down. "Oswald won't know what hit him, at all."Kaylan tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting Carlson's. "What is the next plan master?" He asked. "Tomorrow is Thursday, and Orlanda will be coming. She is in deeper now."Carlson's smile widened, the cunning glint in his eyes sharpening. "Oh, I have already put things in motion. Oswald has a crucial meeting someday next week. He will be away from his office, and that is when Orlanda will make her move."Kaylan nodded but said nothing, allowing Carlson to continue."She will go

THE morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over Orlanda as she prepared for the day ahead. Her hands moved with practiced efficiency as she worked. Oswald and the rest of the household had had breakfast, and he and Nathan had already left for work, leaving her behind as usual, all alone, that Carlson was able to get her the other day.She had cleaned the whole house with the vacuum cleaner, done the dishes used the night before and that morning, picked flowers from the garden as usual and cleaned the kitchen. That was her work for that morning. Now, she stood at the kitchen counter and packed up lunch for her boss, the lunch meant to be an access tool to get into his office in order to get the documents, yes, it was the D-day. As she packed up the lunch, each step was done with an unsettling sense of precision. The lunchbox was filled with carefully arranged sandwiches, fruits, and a small thermos of coffee. However, nestled within the meal was a small

ORLANDA'S hand froze mid air, the fork hovering just above the food as Oswald's voice commanded, "Stop." Her heart raced as she looked up at him, fear pooling in her eyes. She didn't understand why he halted her, was he toying with her? Or was there something else?Oswald's cold, calculated stare pierced through her, making her feel small and powerless. He took another step forward, the room shrinking under the weight of his presence. "How did you get into my office?" He asked again, his voice low but dangerous, every word laced with suspicion.She gasped, not expecting that at all."I have asked this question, and a series of other questions and till yet, no reply from you Orlanda," he added.Orlanda's mind scrambled for an answer as she slowly dropped the fork and turned her back to the food, fear choked her, leaving her stammering, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I- I... I just... I was-"Her words trailed off into gibberish, her thoughts a chaotic mess. She had no valid ex