Maxine Martin's POV
I am frequently coming home late?
Is Sir Enzo keeping an eye on me, knowing that I've been coming home late? And am I also included in his curfew for his children? I'm twenty-two years old, you know. I don't understand why he has to ask that because I'm not his child. Oh, maybe he's just concerned because I live in his house.
"Uh, Sir Enzo... T-there are a lot of things happening at school right now. Prelims are coming up. I have a lot of things to study... I also have projects. I'm studying with my classmate," I explained.
I was so relieved that I was able to say that to Sir Enzo while looking into his eyes, which seemed to pierce through my soul. But I almost sank into the ground because my knees went weak. He's so handsome, it's melting me where I stand. How can
