"Were you worried?" I gulped when I asked her. I want to take back my words but it was too late. I'm just her mere slave–
"I'm always worried. You're my slave, Mr. Cortez. You'll be staying in my house and I would be the one to face the punishment if something bad would happen to you."
My mouth got open because of her reason… I didn't expect her to say something like that. She talks too frankly and even if her eyes doesn't tell anything but her words feel so genuine to listen. A part of me is slightly disappointed, she cared just because she's worried of getting punish?
"Prepare the table, i'll open the door," she calmly said before walking directly to the living room to see who knocked.
I did what she ordered me to do but I remained attentive to see who it is and when I heard his voi
