AGATHA
I quickly turned around when I heard faint but consecutive knocks from outside the door. My eyes widened as I glanced at Mr. Madrigal. I’m still standing naked in front of him.
My legs trembled and my whole body shivered because of the cold temperature inside his office, caused by the strong gust of air from the air conditioner.
Mr. Madrigal pressed something on his desk and then I heard him ask who it was and what the person wanted.
“Sir Drake is downstairs, Master. He’s looking for you,” a small voice of a woman answered from somewhere.
“What does he want?” Mr. Madrigal asked with a harsh tone, as if he didn’t want to see anyone else.
“He brought food, sent by your mom. And he also wants to talk to you,” the woman replied.
Mr. Madrigal immediately stood up upon hearing tha
