While Cyrca was hunting, Mr. Adams had his own thoughts.
****Adams P.O.V****
At the end of the day, the maid found me alone and cornered me. I'd tried all day to avoid her yet when she said she was ready to leave the only thought I had was:
"What if she doesn't come back tomorrow!?"
My inner thoughts sacred me. In my haste, I said she would have to stay until I had completed an inspection. Anything to keep her for just a moment longer.
She turned me down with proper authority, as was right. However, she asked me if I disagreed. She was letting me have a say in her demand. I felt surprised, thrown off. I couldn't keep my footing with her around. My lung where her knee had made contact earlier started feeling sore, making breathing harder and harder. What was this maid doing to me!? I t
