9

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