Lyanne’s POV
Now, I do not know if I really am a pet of Killian because I am eating my breakfast with him right now. But, of course, I would not complain anymore. I like it just like this.
“Are the maids done eating their own breakfast?” I asked as we sat on the huge dining table in the dining area.
The maids are still there, standing right on both sides of the table. And it seems like they really did not move, even just a small, fine movement. If only they were not breathing, I could say that they were robots.
Killian stared at me like what I had said was nonsense.
“They have their own kitchen. It was made for them so that they could cook and eat the foods that they want. One more thing is I don’t allow my helpers to eat with me.”
But I’m eating with you right now, am I right?
