Chapter 35

In the afternoon, Arthur asked me to come into his office to talk to him.

We sat facing each other, a table apart. I felt the atmosphere was heavy and stuffy like I was in an interrogation room facing a police officer full of murderous intent.

I thought, "Is what Arthur wants to tell me about me sleeping in his bed? How should I answer if he questions me about it? Damned! I don't know how to explain to him, and I also don't know why I'm lying in his bed."

The temperature in the room was cold, but I was still sweating from stress.

The first question Arthur asked me was, "Are you angry?"

I was a bit stunned and then quickly denied it. I can't be angry when sitting facing a block of ice.

I remained silent and bowed, waiting for Arthur to question me.

"I give you two options. One is to know all the secrets of the Douglas family, and you will have to stay here forever. The second is instant death."

I had predicted this in my heart ever since I helped Arthur control his curse. So I wasn't s