“Yes, my lord.”
“What do you think happened to her?”
“I think… it’s probably a fever,” she answered, her eyes widening slightly.
“Hm, fever,” he mused, crossing his legs. His gaze never left her. “So, you brought me desserts, of your own volition?”
“Yes, my lord. I hope it cheers you up.”
“Sure, place it here,” he said, pointing at the table. He enjoyed watching the show. He could tell from the way she walked, the slight tremble in her hand-barely noticeable-that she was hiding something. What he enjoyed most, however, was playing with his prey before pouncing.
“Yes, my lord,” she smiled, as she moved to place the tray on the table beside him, purposely revealing her cleavage in the process. “I hope you enjoy it, my lord,” she said, raising her head.
Her heart raced. She had never been this close to him before, and the scent of his cologne, a fragrance that lingered in the air, drove her mind wild.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Sandra.”
“Sandra,” he repeated, a smirk forming on his lips. “You’ve got some boldness.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied, clueless.
“I wish to give you something for your thoughtfulness.”
“Really, sir?”
“Hm.”
She covered her mouth with her palm, unable to conceal her joy. Her legs were subtly dancing with excitement.
“Name it. What do you want?”
The question caused heat to rise through her, and her breath slowly became deeper. Her whole body felt warm as he gave her the chance to ask for anything she wanted. There was only one thing on her mind, and that was him. “Anything I want?”
Christian smirked, his thoughts darkening. Who could ever hide from me? Run, Sandra, before I make you scream. He read her easily and said, “Yes, Sandra. Anything.”
She smiled to herself, This is it. I’m having you tonight. “I want…”
“Name it, anything you want,” he said.
“I want…”
“I want…”
She was interrupted by the ringing of Christian’s phone, which rang just as she was about to finish her sentence. He reached for his phone and glanced at the screen. It was Ryan, his best friend.
“Leave,” he said to her.
“Sir? I can wait,” she replied, not believing she was about to lose her lifelong opportunity. But Christian looked at her with disdain, his expression making it clear that she had to leave immediately.
Seeing the look on his face, she knew she had no choice but to leave. She quickly bowed and rushed out of the room.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, she punched the air and screamed silently.
“What in the name of garbage could be so important at this crucial moment?!” she shouted in frustration as she hurried down the stairs. Words couldn’t express how angry and upset she was, even though she tried to calm herself by reminding herself that she still had a chance.
Meanwhile, Christian picked up the call, rolling his eyes.
“What?” he groaned.
“What’s wrong? Did I call at the wrong time?” Ryan chuckled, sensing he had gotten under his skin again.
“Have you ever called at the right time?” Christian shot back.
“Tell me, what did I interrupt?”
“I was about to make someone scream.”
“Huh? What happened? What managed to get on your nerves to the point where you’d want to make her life miserable?”
“She’s got some boldness.”
“More like nerves. She must have crossed the line. Did you kill her already?”
“You made her escape,” Ryan laughed.
“Woah! Lucky her. Does that mean I just saved a life?”
“Save a life, my foot.”
“What did she do exactly?”
“Barged into my room, lied to me, tried to seduce me…”
Ryan interrupted him, bursting into another round of laughter. He genuinely felt pity for the maid. “Is she that clueless?”
Christian is feared. She probably didn’t even know half of who he really was, but what she had done wasn’t enough to make him consider torturing her.
“What exactly did she do to piss you off?” he asked after his laughter subsided.
“Stop questioning me and tell me why you called.”
“C’mon, dude, I need to know.”
“She’s suspicious.”
“Everyone is suspicious, man.”
“She tried to hurt my woman.”
“What?! How do you know?”
“Just by reasoning, but I’ll confirm soon.”
“Hey, you haven’t even confirmed yet before thinking of making someone’s life miserable.”
“Have I ever picked wrong?”
“No… actually, no.”
“She’s her personal maid, yet she doesn’t even know it wasn’t her who was ill? Does she not know when the whole building does, or did she hope it was her?” Christian told him, his face expressionless but his heart heavy with anger. How dare a lowlife think of harming my woman?
His fist clenched tightly, and his eyes burned with fury, though his lips revealed none of those feelings.
“Oh, right,” Ryan’s voice sounded serious. “What a dare! I trust you wouldn’t make her scream with her mouth full of blood, just make it slow.”
“Why are you calling?”
“Marisa called me.”
Christian groaned one more time at the mention of her name.
“She was so angry-too angry for me to even describe. You got married without informing her, and she couldn’t come over because of the business deal she’s stuck in Italy. She’s so frustrated, and I’m sure she’s going to give you an earful.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.