His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 728

Vaughn was glad to hear that.

The treehouse was constructed of teak and bamboo. Tracey liked it.

The house was very clean and its interior was a combination of modern convenience and tribal aesthetics.

In the center of the house were several wicker chairs and an embossed table.

There was also a sofa and a bathroom.

"I will send someone to buy painting things for you," Vaughn said mildly.

It would be really refreshing to stay here if she weren't in captivity.

Vaughn saw tiredness on her face and said, "Go to sleep. You live in the master bedroom."

"No, I'm fine with the guest room." Tracey refused. That would make her like the hostess here.

The guest room was spacious too.

Tracey liked the white gauze hanging before the bamboo window. It was poetic.

She had been worried that she would be brought to somewhere too remote to have phone service, but now she heaved a sigh of relief.

Finding a chance to call Adam was only a matter of time now. Vaughn couldn't keep an eye on her round the clock.

Keeping pleasant and healthy was her priority now.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yes, but I feel like sleeping now."

"I'll leave you. Local specialties will be ready when you wake up." Vaughn stroked hair tenderly.

He's like a brother, Tracey thought. She noticed that the interior of this room was girlish.

She remembered Vaughn's concerned face when she'd woke up on the ship.

Could it be that he'd been in love with her then? Tracey shook her head. It was unbelievable.

Tracey didn't believe her sleeping face was all it took for him to fall in love with her. It would be superficial of him.

Tracey found some delicate artifacts in the room, a wooden horse, a small statue, etc...

Maybe Vaugh had a sister? Could his love for her be the projection of his affection for his sister?

Things would be much easier if that were the case.

Her mind drifted and she fell asleep soon.

But before long, she was woken up by noise outside.

She was carefully dressed but still looked like a bumpkin.

"Not nice to meet you. Vaughn is mine. You can't take him from me." She cut to the chase.

Tracey found it ironic that Valerie was as extreme as Vaughn when it came to love. Was it a local tradition?

"He's right there. I'm not taking him anywhere," Tracey replied mockingly.

"Then leave, bitch. The woman he'll marry is me..." Tracey lost the rest of her swearing because of her accent.

Amiyah quickly pulled Valerie away. Tracey flashed a nonchalant glance at her and said, "Are you done? I want to go to sleep."

Everyone was surprised by her calmness.

City girls were stereotyped to be arrogant and irascible. How could Tracey be so composed?

Valerie was rendered speechless. She couldn't start a fight if the other party ignored her.

She could only seethe with rage silently.

All she could do was glaring at Tracey with her big eyes.

"Vaughn, I'm still drowsy. Wake me up when the specialties are ready." Tracey smiled sweetly at Vaughn.

She actually didn't mind acting like a coquette given that she'd been called one.