MALCOLM
"Master York, welcome back-"
I storm into the house, ignoring my workers standing by the door to welcome me back. With my fist clenched and teeth gritted in annoyance, I don't bat an eyelid their way.
"Sh-Should I set dinner for you, sir or would you prefer it in your study?"
I can't forget the way she looked at me when I pulled her so close. I'm half pleased that I was able to tear her mask even if it was for a moment but as if she had been programmed, she wore it back and acted like nothing happened.
That darn woman! What's with her attitude; The silent treatment and the expressionless face?
"Miss Marilyn slept off while waiting for you to return, sir. Would you like to have dinner with her?"
Why the heck did I kiss her? I couldn't stop myself. The woman who has haunted my
