At a quarter past ten, Aron shouted Rhea’s name from behind the kitchen counter of the open room overlooking the garden.
The woman, who was still in the hobby room trying to pick the combination padlock screamed back, “Coming!”
Five minutes later when the woman came in through the door of the open room, she was holding the lock that she was trying to open, still nowhere near to be opened and a bunch of gems clips in her hands.
“I’m so glad that you have taken my request to not fixate this seriously!” Aron said with a raised brow when he saw what she was holding in her hands.
Rhea smiled sweetly as she heard the man’s comment. However, she did not answer him instantly. She emptied her hands on the side of the kitchen counter then went to the sync to wash her hands to help Aron serve
