Aimee’s POV
I press the doorbell and hear it echoing in the insides of the house. As I wait for someone to open the door for me, I scrutinize our house. Since the day I moved with Clyver, I haven’t visited here. Guilt crawled into my system. I and my parents usually talk and ask each other how we are doing but I never tried to visit them here. I just hope they were busy managing the agency so they won’t open up about me not visiting them after marriage.
The main door opens and one of our maids rushes towards me with a key in her hand. “Good morning, Kim!” I greet. She flashes a smile at me and instinctively checks her face for blemishes. Her hair’s messy and just by the look of her, she only got up in bed.
I won’t blame her. It’s 5 in the morning. As far as I remember, our maids get u
