Chapter 49 Chapter 49
The next morning came quiet and bright. Savannah woke up in the big soft bed and for a moment, she forgot where she was. Then she opened her eyes fully and smiled.
The room still looked beautiful. The white curtains danced softly with the morning air. The smell of fresh flowers filled the space. Everything was calm.
She sat up slowly and touched her stomach. “Good morning, my baby,” she whispered with a smile. “We are really in a new place now.”
Not long after, a soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” she said gently.
A young maid entered with a warm smile, holding a tray of food. “Good morning, ma’am. Sir Adrian said you should eat before going downstairs.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. “He said that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the maid said. “He left for work early but said someone should make sure you eat.”
Savannah smiled, shaking her head slightly. “He is too kind. Thank you.”
When the maid left, she ate quietly. The food was warm and sweet — eggs, bread, and fruit juice. She was not used to this kind of treatment. Every bite reminded her that her life had changed completely.
After eating, she walked around the room, touching the soft curtains and looking out the balcony. The air outside was cool and fresh. She could see the large garden full of roses and tall trees.
Down below, the maids were already working. They moved fast, cleaning, trimming flowers, and talking softly. Everything in this house worked in order.
Savannah smiled again. “It feels peaceful here,” she whispered.
A few hours later, she came downstairs slowly. The maids stopped what they were doing and greeted her warmly. “Good morning, ma’am.”
She waved her hand quickly. “Please, don’t call me ma’am. My name is Savannah.”
They smiled, but one of them said softly, “Sir Adrian said we should respect you. You are special here.”
Savannah felt her cheeks turn red. “I’m not special,” she said quietly. “I’m just… me.”
But deep down, her heart felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time — peace.
She joined them in the kitchen and watched how they prepared food. The cook, an older woman named Teresa, smiled warmly. “You don’t need to help us, dear. You’re our guest.”
Savannah laughed softly. “I don’t like sitting and doing nothing. Let me at least watch.”
Teresa laughed too. “Alright. You can keep me company.”
As the day went on, Savannah found herself laughing with the maids. They told her funny stories about the house and how Adrian was always quiet but very kind.
“He helps everyone,” one of them said. “Last year, he paid for the gardener’s surgery. He never talks much about it, but he’s a good man.”
Savannah listened quietly, her heart warming. She didn’t know much about Adrian, but every new thing she heard made her respect him more.
Later that evening, she was sitting in the garden when Adrian came home. He looked tired but smiled when he saw her. “You’re outside,” he said.
She nodded. “Yes. The air here is so fresh. I love it.”
“I’m glad you do,” he replied, sitting beside her.
They sat quietly for a few seconds, just listening to the sound of birds and the soft wind. Then Savannah turned to him. “Your house is really beautiful. The people here are so kind. They treat me like family.”
Adrian smiled lightly. “That’s how it should be.”
“You must be a good man,” she said softly.
He looked at her and smiled faintly. “I just do what’s right.”
There was silence again. Savannah looked down at her hands. “You didn’t have to do all this for me, Adrian. I don’t even know how to thank you.”
He looked at her seriously. “You don’t owe me anything. I just want you and your baby to be safe.”
Her eyes softened. “Still, thank you. No one has ever cared for me this way.”
Adrian smiled again. “Then I guess it’s about time someone did.”
Savannah laughed quietly, her heart warm. She didn’t know why, but she felt safe beside him.
They stayed in the garden till the sun went down. The maids came to call them for dinner, and they went inside together.
That night, Savannah lay on her bed again, thinking about Adrian’s words. She touched her stomach and smiled. “Maybe not all men are like Nathaniel,” she whispered. “Maybe some still have a heart.”
The baby kicked lightly as if agreeing with her.
She laughed softly, tears gathering in her eyes — but this time, they were tears of peace, not pain.
For the first time in many months, Savannah felt she truly belonged somewhere.
But unknown to her, far away, danger was quietly growing again.