Leo felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown when he saw his boss emerge from the kitchen, still glaring at him with murderous intent. ‘Why does he always hold grudges like this?’ Leo cried silently.
“B-boss,” he stammered. “Do you still need anything from me?”
Roman looked at him with a deadpan expression that could freeze hell over. "I need you to explain why you felt the need to barge into my kitchen. Do you work there?"
“N-no,boss! I just came because the house was so quiet, and I smelled food, so I thought—”
“The house was quiet,” Roman cut in, his voice dangerously smooth. “And that wasn’t your cue to leave and come back at an appropriate time?”
Leo’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. He let out a weak awkward laugh, in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. But hi
