Chapter 16

"It's ketchup, not blood, stupid." He said and closed the door.

Huh? What? Ketchup? I am aware of the distinction between ketchup and blood. He even referred to me as an idiot; tsk!

I returned to my bedroom and laid down, feeling annoyed. I want to punch his behind! I appreciate your patience with me for so long.

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I got up early to prepare breakfast and start cleaning up, but as I got to the kitchen, I noticed Sir Xander already there. I observed it with an eyebrow raised.

I was going to approach him when I suddenly had to use the restroom, so I raced back to the bedroom.

I'm just worn out. "Ayys, have you considered going out right now?!" The lunch was already prepared and on the table when I returned to the room after using the restroom.

Is today a holiday? Is he a birthday boy? What possibly could be there for him to cook? I'm his assistant, right? Perhaps he is plotting something against me; perhaps he will inform Mrs. Ferrer that I am letting him work and that I am a domineering person who assigns the jobs while he is the one who makes them. Perhaps Mrs. Herrera will now kick me out of this place! Tsk, Xander Ford, I can't support your plan! Xander Ferrer, that is!

Sequential if question: "Sir Ford, I mean Sir Xander, why did you cook? Are you okay? Did you forget that you have a helper huh?? You forget?"

"Eat,"

"What? What eight?" I questioned. It always turns out to be crazy to chat to in the morning.

I guess he's irritated with me because he asks, "Are you deaf?!" Wow. I can tell from the looks on his face that he is still attractive. I mean, why isn't he grinning?

I posed a philosophical query to him, "If I'm deaf, can I hear you now huh? Are you blind?" He's clearly upset with me because his ear is turning red, which led you to believe that he had been struck.

When I realized what I was asking, I just stopped. "What did you cook?" You see that on the table, don't you? Very stupid. Elyse, aren't you blind?

I merely muttered, "Ahh, okay," and sat down.

He said, "This is my meal; cook yours." I scowled at what he said.

"What??"

He declared earnestly, "It's a joke.

I held my painful stomach while feigning laughter. I stared at him seriously now; he had a serious expression on his face, and I was only copying him when I said, "Ha ha ha, your joke is funny, I'm in agony because of the laughter."

He sat down in front of me and didn't say anything while he watched me eat. I fixed my gaze on the fried chicken, which began to turn somewhat red.

Exists fried chicken that has a hint of redness?

Perhaps it is sour, ah? It didn't have a sour aroma when I sniffed it.

I wonder if he can look at me like that. I boast, "I'm pretty, aren't I?" to see whether it scowls.

I simply ignored him and began to eat, but as soon as I bit into the fried chicken, I experienced an abrupt sharp feeling.

"W-Water!"

I quickly searched for the water container but couldn't find it. Instead, I found a small gallon that appeared to be water and I drank it right away, but the vinegar shocked me. I instantly threw it out.

He gave me a glass of coke after asking, "You want a coke?"

I didn't hesitate to accept it and drink it, but I was still able to spit it out because it was soy sauce and even had an ice cube in it.

Only now do I feel like I've been bored my entire life, "Your s-sh*t do you know that?!" He just smirked at me without saying anything.

He posed a serious question, "Your boss, you swearing?"

I reply, "Your own maid and you're doing this?"

"What, what did I do? Did I tell you to drink that vinegar? Is it my fault that you were foolish because of what you did?"

It seems like after hearing what he stated, the heat on my tongue abruptly subsided. I'll concede that he has a point, but didn't we claim that the one in the fried chicken wasn't intentional? Because he realized it was so spicy, he didn't even try to eat his meal!

You like those spicy foods, I don't, I can't bet on the cover. "And about the chicken, honestly it's exclusively mine. I cook it only for myself, and I love spicy. Looks like you're assuming that I did this on purpose well, let me just tell you that I don't like wasting my time over just a trash like you.

I can't resist but say to him, "What a nasty habit you have! Now I won't wonder why no one stays as your maid!"

I have no livelihood this pn, he muttered, crossing his arms, "You're angry? Annoyed? Then leave."

It's difficult to say, "Are you lucky? You can leave if you want."

Myth says, "Remember, this is my house."

Well Hayst, I don't know what else to say, this is my... my... T-this is where I work.

I shook my head, "Sorry!" and inhaled deeply.

"What for?"

I hurried to take the chair, and in a few seconds Sir Xander joined me, saying, "I don't know, I don't know? I'm just sorry there's no trouble."

A glass of water was presented to me. I glared at him and asked, "What? What did you put here?"

I only heard her remark, "Crazy," before I began to eat. I was simply gazing at him and sucking. How can I? Do I not have a dish?

He's a total jerk, I hope he just said that so I can cook mine! He didn't expect me to make dinner for just the two of us and then tell him the truth, after all!

I got up irritated and only intended to cook my own meal when I picked up the pot and noticed two fried chickens. I said, "Sir Xander, I believe you neglected to pick it up, but there's something left here."

I grimaced because of what he stated, "That's not mine."

I gave him a serious look and asked, "Eh? What's wrong with you?" He scratched his nape before answering.

I was tormented at the same time as I heard, "It's yours." I only raised an eyebrow as I turned around.

I muttered my query, "For me...?"

I muttered gently to myself, "Tsk, I thought there was nothing for me. Even if he still doesn't care about me but I think he's also concerned."

He said abruptly, "Don't you freaking think that you're special or whatsoever. I'm out of chili powder, that's why I couldn't put some of that two fried chicken." I looked at him for a while, but he was just staring at the food, and even though I could barely see his face, I knew he was like Xander Ford with no life on his face.

I'm simply wondering whether I said anything noteworthy; worry. He, not I, is the one who should be assuming the two of us.

I sat down next to him and stared at him. "Why is it that as time goes on you become talkative Sir Xander? But what you're saying isn't good, it's just hurtful. I'm not assuming as you think duh!"

I suddenly recalled that I had been upset with him because he had failed to mention that the fried chicken was overly hot. Then, the soy sauce that I mistook for coke because it contained an ice cube—is this man truly insane? Tsk, I'm stupid since I didn't consider how he could acquire cola or any other soft drink since the store is too far away and I couldn't find it in the refrigerator.

Can you learn politeness from me? It appears that I will be the mother in this situation! What, my son is actually older than I am? Although I'm the older of the two of us, he acts childishly toward me, as just now.

I'm just paying attention in his large home, but do the houses I saw appear smaller? I wondered out of the blue if he has a hidden room or is even underground. It's a little exciting, but I'm also a little afraid. Maybe I know everything there is to know about him.

I went to my room immediately after we finished eating because I had nothing left to tidy. It's over... If only he hadn't propagated his insanity! When he does that and stares at me, I'll truly throw the broom away!

Since Sir Xander is the only person living in his home, it is safe to work; the only issue is his conduct. I only have one thing to thank him for since he isn't harassing me or talking to me rudely before touching and etching me. In the case of Xander and I, it appears to be the contrary because I initiated the conversation, which is a little impolite; I was merely inquisitive.

When I began to feel thirsty, I left the room first. I sipped some water out of a glass.

Suddenly, I questioned, "Who's buying him food?" Because Sir Xander disliked engaging in conversation or socializing with new individuals, according to Mrs. Ferrer.

Hmm, he's the first man I've met who stands out, especially in terms of his attitude. Furthermore, it's because I recently met him.

After I drank the water, I saw what appeared to be keys. When I sought refuge, that wasn't there, right? Sir Xander, did you return here?

Sir took the table before me as I moved in my direction to take it. I merely stared at Sir Xander, who was now serious-looking. He gave me a brief moment of his attention before walking away silently.

Will I make a lot of money if I get the key and sell it? Wow, huh? He thought I stole it, tsk! Even if there are gold bars on the table, I won't pick them up; I might be able to hang onto them without committing theft. Never.

I recall that it was Sunday the following day and that I was eager to see my daughter again because I couldn't see Sir Xander's face.

My breath was deep as I made my way to the bedroom since I was upset and worried for my kid. Only until I see her again and give her a hug will I feel relieved.

I was ready to turn the doorknob when it unexpectedly opened, revealing Sir Xander, much to my amazement. I was shocked to see him in my room, and I was even more shocked to see that he was still clutching the key in his left hand when I questioned, "What are you doing there in my room?"

I asked him jokingly, "I'm wondering, can you answer, did you steal something?" but his expression remained unchanged. Again, seriously, what has changed?

Why does it seem like I'm surprised when I say, "Hello? Mr. Serious?" Am I attractive? Oh, I still haven't even mended myself.

I gave him a sharp smack on the shoulder and saw that he returned to his thoughts right away.

He questioned gravely, "What are you doing in here," and I almost gasped.

I laughed before stopping when his face turned serious. "Are you okay huh? Do you have something wrong with your brain right now?," he asked.

I quickly held the door open while blocking his foot as he was ready to close it. I rolled my eyes at the question and frowned. "It's my room remember, Are you out of your mind?"

He seems to be completely lost, did he suffer from amnesia for a while? His strange.

He would have just passed me, but I stood in his way right away. "Are you okay?"

I work as a maid, so perhaps my duties go beyond cooking and cleaning. Additionally, I have to make sure that my employer is in good health.

"What?"

You like English, huh? Are you okay? Are you okay, okay?

"Why do you care?" was the response to my query. Why? Yes, that's right—I'm your maid.

I ask myself, "Because... Because I'm a helper?!"

It says, "If you leave now, I'll be all right." I sucked in my lip so forcefully because I was getting irritated with him.

You have a child and you miss your child, so why are you working here? Why are you still attempting to cram into my home? You don't belong here, and you already know that I don't like you in here.

If given the option, do you think I'd want to work here?