" Are there no maids here? ” Silas groaned as he noticed her cooking breakfast.
He eyed her from afar, trying to get past this awkward situation. She had not talked to him after that moment in the closet. She silently took her clothes and left his room.
Now she stood in front of the kitchen counter making breakfast. She was wearing her casual clothes, a grey shirt with shorts. Her long legs were on display for him to ogle and die breathlessly. Her face was bare of any makeup.
She did not look like Sara at all. She looked like some sweet wife who was cooking breakfast for her loving family. The thought made Silas snicker to himself.
Sara lifted her gaze to find him standing near the doorway.
“ There will be no maids. ” She replied finally, making him sigh.
“ Why? Are we running short
