“Sorry, Missus but Mister Alexander early today,” Monica said to one of the maids here at the mansion.
Alexander had been busy since that night. It seems like he is avoiding me. I hold my chest because it feels heavy every time that I think about him avoiding me. After all, I rejected him. Did I make a wrong decision again?
“Okay. Thank you, Monica.” I smiled at her.
Monica is one of the jolliest among her co-workers. She told me all about her life outside the mansion when I was waiting for Alexander all night. Their life was more comfortable until both of their parents died in a car accident leaving her and her brother behind. She was still sixteen at that time and the system took her brother away but took him back when she was already eighteen. Now, she is the legal guardian of his
