Chapter 21

Did he leave? I asked, but the wind seemed to take away my words when I noticed someone in the woods nearby staring at me. Although it appeared to be peering out from behind a large tree where it was hidden, I was still able to see it clearly since it soon bowed down and was still carrying something in one hand.

I can tell if it's a human since my eyes aren't blurry and I'm not just acting. I was shocked to notice a green circle on my shoulder that appeared to have come from the outside and said, "Who's that?"

When I realized what that was, my eyes widened. I quickly bowed down and shut the window, but I was startled when it suddenly broke, so I yelled.

I yelled his name, "Xander!" even though I wasn't sure whether he was actually in the house. The light abruptly went out inside, and I noticed that the power had gone out.

Even though I had no idea where to go, I crawled. I was holding the items and breathing a little easier because I was probably near the door. I slowly stood up and opened it, and I was shocked to see two men there when I emerged.

Due to the darkness, I was unable to see their faces, but I could make out some of their bodies. I yelled as he grabbed my hand.

I felt ashamed when I abruptly woke up and exclaimed, "Ahhhhhhh!!!!!." I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath to remind myself that I was in my room. I felt I was going to pass out from anxiety, so the fact that it was simply a dream was a blessing.

It appears that I'm now really fatigued because I massaged it on my forehead because I was perspiring a lot. I merely scowled when I realized I was wearing the same clothes as in the dream as I turned to my side and saw myself in the mirror.

When I hurriedly looked for my phone to check the time, I was shocked to see that it had only been two hours. Sir Xander's room was fine, but I quickly left the room after having an unexpected thought about him. I then silently opened the door and peeked inside.

While it was still heavily raining outside, I walked to the window and it was fine—it wasn't cracked. When I noticed him cooking in the kitchen as I cautiously made my way out of his room, I just raised an eyebrow.

He didn't turn to face me, so I walked up to him and took his hand to introduce myself.

As of right now, I'm still perplexed; it appears that he isn't. "Did you leave?" You have a gut feeling that actually happened, but there is no proof.

The message reads, "Where am I going? I was just in my room the entire time, and you too, you're really drowsy and no matter how much I wake you up you don't want to wake up. It's embarrassing for you, that's why I simply cooked."

I looked him in the eye to determine if he was telling the truth or if he was making it up. Why is he lying, I wonder? I just don't get it; it's just bizarre because of the occurrence.

I just scratched my head, sat down, grabbed my head, and tightly shut my eyes. "Okay, maybe just a dream yum." But that appears to be absolutely true, I murmured to myself.

I stared at him aggressively and said, "Oh, eat madam then go back to sleep since you look bored of just sleeping."

I questioned, raising an eyebrow, "Are you mad huh?

Does he just smirk at me when I say, "Oh no, I'm pleased to serve my assistant"?

Because it appears that I am obsessed with it and it is bad, it appears that I really need to eat.

I sprang to my feet in the middle of the dinner and exclaimed, "I'm sorry Sir Xander, I had a very bad dream. He ignored me and just kept eating, but I observed that he now appeared to be considering something. What the heck is that?

When I inquired, "By the way, sir, your food is thawing in the fridge, when are you going to the store?" I noticed that he was staring in the opposite direction, behind me, so I followed his gaze to see what he was observing, but I didn't notice anything odd or weird.

What are you doing now, I see. You are the one who is unable to focus.

Before he awoke and looked me in the eye, as if he were anticipating what I would say, I repeatedly touched his shoulder. I repeated, "Sir Xander, when are you going to the store?"

One mouthful of food, "Who is the maid for the two of us?"

You're still being incredibly philosophical, insane, saying things like, "Who's the boss of the two of us? I'm just a maid, I shouldn't spend the money to buy it."

You're here because you don't have money, right? Who said you have money to use? Do you have any money?

What the f—- I believe he is underestimating me; however, in that type of conversation, I am not Sir Xander. If you are underestimating my height, that is okay. The sun may never truly shine on you despite what can be done to you. Tsk, just say thank you for keeping my commitment to his mother.

I reached back to him and said, "Eh, can you? Do you have money huh? You don't have a job since you're constantly here in your black house!

It disturbed me. "Excuse me? I have money, insane."

I arched an eyebrow and asked, "Owws really. Where did you get that money, hmm?" while keeping my arms crossed in front of me. "Sir, I'm awaiting your response."

"From my mom," you say.

I teasedly smiled at him and even caressed his palm, asking, "Oh, why are you stuttering huh? What are you hiding?"

He gave me a serious in-eye stare. "Be quiet,"

My hand was still in his grasp, and he turned to look at it. I paused, mirroring the way he was staring at me, "And stop doing that you dumb."

I said with good intention and a half-smile, "I'm going to feed you another foolish fist."

Pointing to the exit door, he said, "Do you want to leave? You can leave now."

I said, "I'm willing as long as we're together."

Wow, grabe ah! "You really don't want to leave? Why don't you want to leave? He seems to really want me to get lost in this area.

Will you be content when I go from Sir Xander?

The response is simple, the gagu doesn't even question it: "Yeah, sure!"

I don't want you to be happy, therefore I'm staying.

You women are definitely getting on my nerves.

In addition, he softly smacked me in the shoulder and said, "Yes, I'm a woman, but I have a name for guys." I was about to withdraw my hand when he quickly yanked it, forcing me to come closer to him and expose my face.

Why does he keep pulling his hand? Why not just gently pull it so I won't be startled? Fortunately, though, the wound is not on my hand.

"B-Why?" I was frightened to question.

He stated seriously, "One more blow, and I'll drag you out." The unpleasant reality is that it can't just be carried over for a little romance... Now what? Eww! What a sweetheart, Elyse!

Furthermore, I attempted to pull it back but was rebuffed by his firm hold on me as I said, "U-Uhm, please let go of my hand." When I can't control myself, what else am I supposed to do but hold him back? I just bit my lip really hard to stop myself.

I firmly repeated, "Let go already," but he didn't pay attention; instead, he continued to look at me intently. He seems to be making fun of me! I'm not sure if he seems pleased to see me in this state; do I look unattractive when I'm bored? Or perhaps rage?

I'll go ahead and count to three: one, two.

"Three?" inquired the appendage.

The latter I murmured, "Three, it's dumb."

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, saying, "They're just the same."

"Use your wits, don't be so gorgeous, Tagalog should be eh!"

Napakunot ang noo ko dahil parang feeling nya talaga eh, gwapo sya! "So, you're saying that I'm handsome, hmm?" He has etchura, but he's not really attractive. He has etchura, but he's quite attractive. what the heck? The chaos!

I'm at a loss for words when I try to say, "No, I mean what... Uhm—"

Please merely acknowledge my good looks.

It's okay if he doesn't respond to anything I say or ignores me; I'd like that! So, demon, simply return to your previous shape.

I change the subject by saying, "Why are you blabbering on now huh! Then you're talking to me!"

He said, "Oh, come on. You're changing the subject. Why did you notice that? I didn't really notice it.

"One more chitchat and I'll kiss you really!" He was the one who would avert his gaze because he said it was considered and suddenly appeared nervous, but instead of him, he should do so because it appears as though I'm the one who challenged him, right? I thought as I stared into his eyes that it was similar to what I was watching and reading in the story.

Is it because of its eye-catching appearance that you will be carried to paradise or hell that I turned my head away?

I can't keep my word. "Why is he hot even though he's like that."

"What?"

I promised to swallow at the same time, but when I saw that you weren't holding it in my hand tightly, I took it back and sat down properly. "H-Huh? Ah, eh I'm not saying anything," I said.

This is Sir Xander making love to me char while we are still eating!

I mentally make the vow, "By the way, it's Sunday tomorrow, I'll see my son too." I can't help but smile as I picture my son coming up to me and giving me a bear hug the moment we meet. Is he actually able to run?

I can't help but be anxious. Even though I don't have anyone to share a bed with him, I hope he can get a good night's sleep. If he has trouble falling asleep, I may have to sing this song out loud to him.

I tilted my head to look at him and scowled, "Crazy."

He only shook his head when I asked, "Is it your problem?" He didn't respond.

I weakly pledge, even mimicking its voice, "Crazy, maybe you're that crazy lunatic."

I couldn't complete what he was going to say before he suddenly started speaking, "I'm leaving early tomorrow."

"Where?"

"What?"

If I thought if I annoyed him first, I would have been annoyed, "Where are you going, stupid?"

I blinked my eyes as I questioned with a smile, "Why don't I leave first huh? Do you want me to be here always at your side?"

Sir Xander, please don't let me leave.

I nearly fell out of my chair at what he said, I thought we were okay? "Crazy! Just asking so that I can lock the door, so you can't come back." Tsk, I just thought that.

Wow, you're really bad, sir. If you simply leave, I won't let you in, huh? Tomorrow is my day off, so I'll accompany you home.

When language eventually calm. You drank my water after taking a glass from me.

It was tacky when I spilt the water I was drinking on its face and said, "Yeah, go home and don't ever come back bac-f**k!"

Signed the peace simultaneously with "Oppss, sorry sir."

I hoped he wouldn't notice that I was intentionally grinning and laughing in private.

It says it sincerely, "I know if you mean that."

I vowed to be quiet and said, "Yes, I meant— este... What I really mean is I didn't mean it Sir Xander."

I simply got to my feet and grabbed something to rub on his face. Someone handed it to him and said, "This sir oh," and he took it and covered his face.

Oh my pfft... I quickly adjusted myself and covered my mouth so he wouldn't see me laughing at his face right then. Which type of tissue did I offer you? Why does black exist? Is that the handkerchief I used to wipe my nose?

Before he could even look at it when he was finished, I seized it and concealed it behind. I grinned broadly and simply sat down once more, saying, "It's okay sir, nothing... nothing!" We waited a while to finish our food because he cooked so much of it that it seemed like the refrigerator's remaining food had been used up.

I just finished eating again, and as we were about to end, it appeared that he had noticed that I kept looking over at him.

"What's wrong? You keep staring at my face!"

When I mention it, will he be upset with me? That's all I actually think, even if it's not deliberate. That person won't believe that you meant it when you didn't truly mean it. I don't know, maybe I just forgot to smear the charcoal on it.

I promised to frown simultaneously and said, "No sir, I simply thought I would miss you," but all he did was stare at me. But I don't mind because it indicates he doesn't think I'm lying, which means he doesn't believe what I said.

I put everything away and washed it once we had finished dining. I then proceeded to the stairs where I noticed him sitting alone and appearing to be contemplating.

Could I do that?" I kid you not!

I hurried over to her habit and took a seat next to it. I greeted Sir Xander and asked, "Are you okay, huh?" I bit my bottom lip to hold back my laughter as I glanced at him. He's adorable; he looks like a kid who's been bathed in charcoal. I immediately thought of Elizabeth as a little girl.

He raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Why are you staring at me like that?" I felt a little uneasy since it moved his face a little closer to mine.

My eyes widened at his query, "Do you like me huh?" but I soon laughed at his face.

"Pfft..."