I awakened early the next morning after Remon explained what should and should not be done in my room. Despite the fact that he hadn't finished talking to me yet, he left as soon as his phone rang and returned home with a woman about ten o'clock that evening.

My preparations to walk downstairs to get some water were interrupted when I observed them doing something obscene in the kitchen.

There are no people in her house, not even the maid, whom I haven't seen in a long time.

"Would you mind telling me who she is?" As Remon and the woman who had been with him the night before fell asleep at the same time, I averted my gaze.

I couldn't care less about her. Simply leave. But he didn't listen and instead came up to me and apologized.

He gave me a long, hard look from head to toe. He was even admiring the clothes I was wearing.

"Does this resemble your maid's son?" His brows were furrowed, and he seemed concerned about me, which was unusual.

"No, simply get out of here." I'll call you when I need you. I raised an eyebrow at her after noticing that the mark on her face had been wounded.

"Does she go by the name Lesley?"

I turned around and began washing the dishes, unconcerned about what he said.

"Come on in, we're still talking!" exclaims the speaker. I let go of my fork as he diverted my focus away from my plate.

Bring it with you. "You're a total fool!" I'm having trouble breathing because of what he's doing to me.

Please accept my sincere apologies. I'm not sure what you're trying to say. I'm completely silent here, and you came to me-" He smacked me in the face, then slapped my cheek as the first one stepped away and vanished.

"How come you can't understand what I'm saying, Nina?" "Get out of here before I kill you!" Remon yelled angrily, destroyed a vase beside me, and stormed out the door. As a result of the pain, my cheek ached.

I gathered the crystals and cleaned up the shambles he'd left behind in this area.

"Do you think you're all right?" He kept staring at your hand until it touched my cheek. His grip on me tightened, and he seemed disinterested in what he saw.

"You have scrapes on your flesh." My reaction was a simple smile and the placement of a dish and spoon on the table.

"Breakfast was my responsibility. That should be eaten. "Don't you have anything else to do?" I queried, then looked at him puzzledly. I was frightened to seize him by the shoulders and drag him to the table.

"Why?" Because his expression is blank, I can't tell what he's thinking.

"Kase, you're going to work," I said, and he grinned and stepped closer to reinforce his commitment.

You know, I'm always fantasizing about finding a wife and creating my own family. The feeling is wonderful." After he said that, his gaze brushed against my body or the clothes I was wearing, and he grinned again.

Hey, yhra, how's your sleep?" He questioned, and as I was finishing up the coffee, he softly caressed my hand.

"It's OK, it's a little cool," I said lifelessly, to which he laughed.

You are welcome to sleep in my room; you will not be cold. "You will, however, perspire all the time." While he was happy with my expression, I was almost ready to let go of the couch.

"B-rude!

"It's not like I agreed to what you wanted; I'll agree to anything," I grumbled as I moved away from him as he extended his hand to shake mine.

Don't worry, I won't force you to spend the night with me. I'll handle everything on my own. It's incredibly important that you're here with me."

It's difficult for me to act because of what he says. I'm perfectly aware that his decisions are utterly insane. But it's likely that I'm insane because I agreed despite the knowledge that he's done so many horrible things to me. He was damaging to my reputation.

"I hope you're having fun while I'm working," he said as he walked away from me and back to the table to eat what I had prepared for him.

That's correct. There are several things that can be done in this area that I've observed. "I appreciate it." I spoke quietly, and he simply grinned and set the coffee on the table.

Do you, by the way, have a maid working for you? "How about a Butler?" says one. He responded to my question by nodding and appearing to recall the rest of what he was about to say.

"Yes, I have maids." Why? I may contact them straight immediately if you are unable to cook or conduct domestic responsibilities. I shook my head in disgust as soon as I saw it."

"No, I am not unable. I figured you didn't have anyone else in the house because of the splendor of your home, but now you're all alone. It does not appear depressing."

That is why I requested you to live with me and help me with my projects. Living on my own is difficult for me. It's not that I'm incapable of carrying out home responsibilities. As a result, I want to feel at home, therefore I've formed a "cause to make me return home every day," he said, clearly pleased by my statements.

"What are your thoughts on the rules?" "Do you have anything you'd like to ask or say?" I paused for a moment to evaluate whether there were any areas of his rules that I had overlooked.

"Did you have anything else you wanted to say that wasn't mentioned?" I asked him a question before he leaned back in his chair.

There is, indeed, a youngster. "You will not be able to date, entertain, or interact with males while living with me." The man was no longer alive, and his attitude of me shifted the moment he said, "Of course, how can I carry on if I see you with other men?" He lacked no emotion.

It took me a while to figure out how to come back to what he had said.

What is it exactly? "Doesn't it seem more promising now?" His demeanor changed and he appeared more serious. I was still conscious of the mischief he was up to in his acts because of his sticky looks at me.

The increased tempo causes a shift in her mood. She used to be quite nice, but now she seemed to want to rip me apart again and toss or bind me to her bed, just like she used to.

I was worried about what he was going to say. I sincerely hope not.

I'm going to go. It's probable that I won't be able to return home any time soon. I'm at a loss for words. I'll text you if I'm about to return home. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek as I nodded.

"Take cautious." You, too, YHRA; if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me, okay?"

He kissed me on the lips in a shallow and loving fashion, and I nodded slowly.

I feel like I'm melting every time he touches my lips. In comparison to his first kiss, this one seems harsh and unpleasant to me.

Please don't leave, please. If you keep your exemplary behavior, you will be awarded a gift. He hugged me and grabbed for his vehicle key before putting his specs back on as soon as I nodded.

I remained there watching him get into his car as he faded out of vision in front of me.

It happened as I was rushing to my phone to answer a call.

I'm not currently in contact with the caller.

"Hello?"

"Older sister?" I felt nervous when I heard her voice

 “Please help us. Mama is in poor health.” My heart dropped instantly.