I froze as the realization hit me. The young master, Mrs. Chen, had been talking about Ethan—the demon who had warned me never to appear before him again. My heart raced as panic set in. He'd think I was scheming something, trying to worm my way into his life.
Quickly, I turned towards the fridge, keeping my back to the kitchen entrance. I heard footsteps approaching, then Ethan's deep voice. "Is there any water?"
Without turning around, I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, holding it out behind me. "Here you go, sir."
But as Ethan took the bottle, his fingers brushed against mine. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and then suddenly, he was behind me.
"Natalia?" His voice was low, dangerous. "What are you doing here?"
I kept my back to him, trying to keep my voice ste
