Ysabella POV
It's been one week past and i observe Archer treated me differently than the usual. Just like today.
I am busily preparing to go work. It's still six in the morning. Doing my usual routine, I went to the shower and pick up some clothes in the closet to change.
I glance on the wall clock, it s still six thirty. I still have plenty of time to go to cafeteria to eat my breakfast.
I ran out to my room and I bump Archer in the hallway. I took a step back immediately.
"I am sorry Mr Martin" I said while I bow my head down. He might get angry of my clumsiness.
"Are you in hurry? What time is your duty?" He asked me.
I look at him. I noticed he has some flour in his forehead and his cheeks. His lower hand is a bit red, it looks like it was burn.
"What happen to your hand?" I a
