Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 84: Chap-84*He Follows*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I stood in the corner of the room, silently observing him as he got ready, charging his phone and stuffing his pockets with cash. I didn't want to get in his way or irritate him. I would be relieved when he left.

"Is the food ready yet?" Mr. Holt inquired while waiting for Charlotte to prepare the lunch box. This time, however, I didn't ask if he was going to the hospital.

"I'll be back home tomorrow night," I overheard him say to Charlotte.

"Can I go home? My father is sick--" Charlotte was outside the room, talking to him while holding the lunch box in her hands.

"Sure, you can," Mr. Holt replied as he approached her, adjusting his belt. While taking the lunch box from her, he brushed his hand against hers.

I observed her lower her head awkwardly and steal glances at me from the corner of her eyes.

"Do you need money? You should take some fruits for the old man," Mr. Holt suggested, pulling out his wallet and giving her some money, once again purposely brushing the back of his hand against her chest.

She didn't seem disgusted, but rather worried that I might have witnessed their interaction.

"You can go home," he told her and walked past her. That's when I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on something bigger.

The thought of being alone with Atticus terrified me!

No!

As I heard something else, I quickly got to my feet, rushed outside, and made my way toward the exit where Mr. Holt was. I had intended to ask him not to leave me alone, but I had a feeling he already knew I would be worried.

"Before you leave, lock Maleeka and Atticus' rooms because Atticus is staying at his friend's house tonight. And just go home, don't come back until I return," he instructed her before driving off to spend time with Maleeka.

I didn't feel the need to discuss anything with him because, as soon as I learned Atticus wouldn't be home, I genuinely felt safe and at ease.

If those two never came back home, it would actually make me very pleased.

The maids stayed behind for a few extra minutes before eventually heading to their own homes.

Now, I had the freedom to explore the vast house on my own. I hadn't ventured into many of the mansion's rooms or other areas due to lack of opportunity, but now I could.

I started to wander around to pass the time. There were a few hallways I had never ventured down. The top level was always dark and rarely used. On one of those abandoned floors was Mr. Holt's office, but I had never intended to investigate what he kept there.

I stopped next to the staircase and looked up at the entrance to the dark second floor. "What if he spots me on a security camera?" I reminded myself of how terrible he could be if his privacy was invaded or if he got angry. Even though Atticus owned the house and the money, I was puzzled by Mr. Holt's ability to wield such influence over them. Maleeka could actually threaten to expel him from the pack. Why did she still love him and protect him? He wouldn't survive in the life of a rogue. Why were they tolerating him so much?

I took a few steps upstairs, still conflicted in my mind about whether or not I should proceed. It was such a strange predicament.

"I can handle it. If he says anything, I can tell him that he never instructed me not to go upstairs and into that room," I convinced myself. That was the truth, and my strong desire to go upstairs had convinced me that something up there was calling to me.

I took a deep breath before beginning to ascend the steps, but when I reached the top, it was pitch black.

"Nope!" I shook my head and hurried back downstairs. Mission aborted!

Instead, I decided to head to the library. At least there, I could access some books.

"Key needed," I rolled my eyes, feeling my happiness deflate once again.

"Here! Use this," I jumped at the voice from behind, and it wasn't just any voice--it was Atticus.

I had every reason to be afraid of him.

"You weren't supposed to be at the mansion. You were supposed to be with your friends," I trembled at the thought of spending the entire night in the mansion with him.

"I lied to Mr. Holt," he said, and although his face remained expressionless, I anticipated the return of that smirk soon--after all, he seemed to be winning every battle with me.

I stepped back, pointed my finger at him, and said, "Stay away from me."

"Cynthia!" he responded, his gaze devoid of any expression. "Stop it."

His eyes were empty, and his face revealed nothing.

"Atticus! I'll tell Mr. Holt everything about you and what you did if you try to come near me again. You're doing all of this while your sister is in the hospital, right? Have you sacrificed every last ounce of your decency?" I shouted, fighting back tears to conceal my vulnerability from him.

I maintained a safe distance between us, sidestepping into the corridor with my back against the wall, and one hand held up in a defensive posture.

"My actions?" He seemed bewildered, as if he didn't recall what he had done.

"Yes! You injected something into my arm, and then you brought her into the room, and--" I rambled, touching my head and massaging my scalp.

Why was my memory so fuzzy?

"What the fuck! When did I do any of that?" He appeared furious at my accusation.

"Then--you--" I was beginning to realize that it had never happened. It was a dream, but what about the other times? But when were those times?

Oh, no! What's happening to me? why the heck was reality turning so blur for me.

"I want to talk to you about something," he said, following me. What could he possibly have to say to me this time? Probably something he'd use against me in the future.

"Cynthia! Let's sit down and ta--" He had just reached out to touch my arm when I snapped out of it. I started running away from him as fast as I could, and he began chasing after me.