Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 194: A New Refuge

Chapter 194: A New Refuge

Ellen sat in the passenger seat, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her coat as Mason drove them away from their home. It was like the darkness outside was pushing against the windows, and the awkward silence in the car made her feel even more uncomfortable. Her mind kept drifting back to the chaos inside their house. Who would do something like that? Why?

Mason’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched in silence. She could tell he was tense, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but he wasn’t saying much. She glanced over at him, trying to read his expression, but the poor lighting in the car made it hard to see much beyond how focused he looked.

"We can’t sleep there tonight," Mason said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

She turned to him, her brow furrowing. "Where are we going, then?"

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes stayed on the road. Ellen bit her lip, trying to push down the rising anxiety. She really hated being in the dark and felt frustrated by not knowing what was happening.

After several minutes, they pulled into a long driveway. Ellen’s eyes widened as they approached a large, imposing mansion that loomed in the night. The place looked grand, with high windows and a beautiful iron gate that was open, letting them drive right in. It wasn’t far from their home, but Ellen had never seen this place before.

Mason parked the car and hopped out, with Ellen following close behind. As she stepped onto the gravel, her eyes remained fixed on the mansion. It was as big and nice as Mason’s place.

"Whose place is this?"

Mason hesitated for a moment before answering, his gaze resting on the mansion as if he were seeing it for the first time in years. "It’s my parents’ house."

Ellen’s breath caught in her throat. His parents’ house? She stared at the mansion. Mason never talked much about his family—about the past. It was clear this house was more than just a building. It was part of his history, his childhood, and the place where his family had once lived before they were all taken from him.

"You brought me to your parents’ home?" Ellen whispered, her voice barely audible. She couldn’t believe it. Mason had never taken her here, never even mentioned the idea of coming to this place.

He nodded, his face saying, and walked toward the front door. Ellen followed, her steps slow as she tried to take in her new surroundings. The outside of the mansion looked great, well-kept even though it was empty. But inside, as they entered, everything was covered in white sheets. Furniture, lamps, paintings—everything seemed preserved, as if waiting for life to return.

Ellen stopped in the middle of the grand foyer, looking around at the covered furniture and the quiet that filled the space. It was strange, standing in this house where Mason had spent his childhood.

So this is where... Ellen thought to herself, her gaze drifting from one corner of the room to the next. This is where he grew up. This is where they all lost their lives.

Mason’s voice broke through her thoughts. "I don’t even remember the last time I set foot in here." He walked ahead, his hands in his pockets, eyes distant as he surveyed the room. "But we’ll stay here for a while. It’s safe."

Ellen nodded quietly, still processing the fact that they were in his childhood home. The idea felt surreal, like stepping into a part of Mason’s life that had always felt distant, unreachable.

Mason took her upstairs and they paused by a door at the end of the hall. He opened it and gestured for her to enter. As she stepped inside, Ellen realized it was his old room.

"This place isn’t too shabby, right?" Mason asked, standing by the door.

Ellen paused, glancing around the room. It was simple but comfortable, with a bed, a dresser, and a few shelves on the wall. She turned to Mason, feeling a little awkward. "Okay, but... where’s my room?"

Mason looked at her, confused. "Why would you need another room? This is your space, and mine as well."

Ellen’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she fumbled for an explanation. "I just... I thought maybe we’d sleep in separate rooms since... you know..."

Mason raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Ellen, we’re married. Why would we sleep in different rooms?"

Her face turned even redder as she avoided his gaze, feeling flustered. "I don’t know... I just thought—"

"Of course we’re sleeping in the same room," Mason said. "Same bed. We’re husband and wife."

Ellen’s flustered state quickly turned into a deeper discomfort. She put on a smile, but something was really bothering her. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together in her lap.

Everything from the night was catching up to her, and the anxiety she’d been pushing down all night came rushing back. She looked up at Mason, looking a bit down. "Mason... what do you think really happened back at the house?"

Mason’s face hardened, and he walked over to the window, staring out into the dark. "It doesn’t matter," he answered. "Whatever it was, it’s fine now. You don’t need to worry."

Ellen frowned, and she could feel a knot forming in her chest. "But someone broke into our home... they destroyed everything. How can you say everything’s fine?"

Mason turned to face her, his gaze softening as he knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. "I know it’s scary. But I’m here. We’ll figure this out. You don’t need to worry, Ellen."

She wanted to believe him. She wanted to just relax and trust his comforting words. But something deep inside told her that this was far from over.

Her eyes met Mason’s, and though she nodded, the question stuck in her mind. Should she really not worry?

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