CHAPTER 143

"Tomorrow, you make breakfast."

Jane had not really believed his words until the next day when he walked into the room with a white dress in his hand.

"It doesn't really suit your style but you shouldn't mind. No one except me would see you," Marcus told her and threw the dress to her feet.

It was the first time she would be leaving the room. She had no idea what it looked like on the other side of the door, she had even lost track of how long she had been held in the house, and now that she had the opportunity to see around, her insides...