Theo's POV
“Ouch, can you be more gentle? It hurts” I yelled at the maid.
“I'm sorry sir, you have to endure it. I have to do it properly to reduce the pain and stop swelling. ” she said with her head bowed.
Is she saying I'm not strong enough and calling me a weakling?
I glared at her, but she was too focused on cleaning my wounds.
“You realize you just called me a weakling, right?” I asked. I watched her brow furrow in confusion.
“And I can send you to your early grave for that” Realization hit her, and she was on her kneel begging.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way” She begged, sniffing.
Is she crying already? I wondered
“I'm sorry sir, please forgive me sir”. She pleaded, she raised her eyes up, and I saw she had a little smile on her face.
Women.
