[25]

The sound of the opening curtains, as well as the overly bright light, instantly made Miya pull the blanket higher. Just so that she could still curl up there and spend her time without any interruptions. She was so tired, and her body just wanted this super soft bed.

“You're already late for breakfast, Miss Miya.”

Miya chuckled under the covers. “I'm not interested in breakfast, Desi.” She knew whose voice was disturbing her this morning. “I still want to sleep. Come out,” she said as she turned her back to the woman Miya was sure was standing not far from the bed.

“You are waiting for Mr. Damian.”

Miya woke up immediately and looked at Desi with a look of disbelief. Ignoring that she wasn't wearing anything. Even the blanket that had been partially covering her body was exposed. And at the same time, the pain and the memory of what happened last night... left her stunned. “Oh my!”

The blanket that wasn't covering her body, she immediately pulled it up so that her body would no longer be noticed by Desi. That's because...

“I've prepared your clothes. Also... cover the part that's too red over there.”

“Red?” repeated Miya with perfectly rounded eyes. She stared at Desi with a racing heart. Desi returned the gaze with a faint smile as if to answer the doubts and questions in Miya's mind.

“What... terrible?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“I guess so,” Desi replied.

The words and delivery of the woman hired to be by Miya's side were enough to make the blonde-haired girl one hundred percent sure that her body was in a mess. The memory of what Damian had done to her body could not be denied. Including how the tips of Damian's tongue as well as the suction in some parts, oh let's not forget one important thing: the man's bite. They were all over Miya's body.

Miya was embarrassed! Very, very embarrassed! She couldn't move except to cover her whole body with the blanket, and her face was as red as a rotten tomato.

Meanwhile, Desi could only shake her head in wonder and try to act normal. Even though she was quite shocked by what had just filled her vision. Did a man like Damian really 'eat' Miya live?

Never mind, it was none of her business. Making sure Miya got ready immediately so Damian wouldn't wait too long was her job.

“Miss Miya, Mr. Damian is already waiting for-”

“Can you come out? I'll prepare myself quickly,” Miya interrupted quickly despite not wanting to get rid of the blanket that partially covered her body.

“Okay.” Desi relented. Miya was feeling awkward. “Call me if you need help.”

Not long after, the sound of Desi's footsteps began to move away from Miya's side of the bed. That made the blonde-haired girl heave a sigh of relief, starting to pull down the covers while checking her condition. Had Desi really left her alone? It would be embarrassing if Desi went back to see how her body was without anything and filled with many traces of redness.

“What kind of man am I dealing with, anyway?” she lamented as she looked at her horrendous-looking body. Her fingers began to trace the parts of her body that felt a little itchy as well as sore and... “Looks like I need a big mirror. Don't tell me the neck is worse than this.”

She stepped closer to the large mirror not far from the bed. How surprised Miya was, seeing her body covered in reddish marks. Countless, perhaps if Miya could say it well, almost every corner of her body had traces of redness. No wonder Desi was staring at her with a look of disbelief and wonder, maybe the woman was wondering what they did last night.

“ARGH! SHIT! DAMIAN DAMMIT!” she cursed unbearably.

The screaming and cursing caused the door to open again. Desi rushed into the room while Miya was still not wearing anything. Just standing in front of the mirror where the mirror told her how her body looked like with nothing covered up at all.

“What's wrong, Ms. Miya?”

“Why did you come in again, Desi?!”

Not only did Desi apparently enter Miya's room, but also...

“What are you doing without clothes, Miya?”

Miya as well as Desi turned their heads towards the source of the voice, where Miya reflexively picked up one of the sandals she was wearing in this room. She threw it right at the face of the man who had entered without permission... though in truth, the man didn't need anyone's permission to enter any room in the house.

“You bastard!” she cursed. “What are you doing to my body, huh?!”

***

Rebecca looked at the lake around the mansion she lived in. Not far from the lake, there was a forest that was deliberately made to provide special protection in the mansion area. In the event of a very urgent condition, in the center of the artificial forest there was a bunker to hide in. There are several guards who never let their guard down to make surveillance around the lake and forest. Sometimes it was also used for hunting.

“Ah, I miss the time when I was just with Damian and riding a horse,” Rebecca lamented with a long sigh. Her eyes looked teary remembering their beautiful memories. Although it could not be considered beautiful because the hunting event that time was only a formality.

Rebecca only rode for a moment, if calculated in units of time, maybe only about five minutes with Damian. The rest of the man who had a mole above his right eyebrow, left Rebecca right at the edge of the forest. He didn't let Rebecca join him on the hunt which, according to her cousins and other siblings, was very exciting and fun.

But the five minutes Rebecca had with Damian at that time, were precious. And because of that Rebecca would not waste the opportunity to be with Damian again. No matter what he did.

“Miss Rebecca,” Kate called out as she looked down slightly. Not daring to look at the face of the woman she had served for several years.

“I don't want to hear anything but the latest news.” Rebecca rubbed the corners of her eyes that looked wet. “Did you find out?”

Kate swallowed nervously. Her head lowered even more, not daring to meet Rebecca's gaze. Because of this too, Rebecca looked angry and irritated.

“You can't be helped at all!” Next to the wheelchair that was now her daily companion, there was a table containing various snacks and fruit juice that Rebecca consumed every day. But since she was in a bad mood and didn't get any information about the woman Damian was with, Rebecca's feelings were even more confused.

“What can you do, huh!” Rebecca scolded in a quite high tone. Her hand unconsciously reached for the glass not far from her. She threw it in front of Kate without worrying if her assistant would get hurt. After all, for Rebecca it was the price to pay for not being able to do a job as trivial as finding information.

The sound of the glass hitting the floor was quite deafening. The glass shards scattered and could be dangerous if there were people passing by. The juice that was originally in the glass also littered the floor while Kate could only let out a long sigh. She wasn't hurt. The throw wasn't just aimed at her. Rebecca threw the glass right beside her but still, Rebecca's explosive temper was getting more and more worrisome by the day.

Especially when Hera Sawyer was not in this house. Rebecca's emotional instability was getting worse but what could they do other than restrain themselves and try not to provoke Rebecca?

“I don't want to fail in my search for information, Kate. There's a woman out there flirting with my husband! She's even pregnant with my husband's child and I can only stand by like this?!” Rebecca screeched angrily, her tone shaking. “Find out until you get the proper information. There's no way my husband can hide this forever!”

Rebecca really didn't expect it, Damian's treatment of her was outrageous. How could Damian do this to her? Although what Damian said sounded so tempting but...

“Your behavior is really rude, Rebecca.”

The words suddenly made Rebecca turn her head and was quite surprised by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her. Not only Rebecca, but also Kate. The butler in charge of Rebecca in this house immediately approached and made sure Rebecca was under his protection. Several other servants as well as the security guards stumbled and looked worried about the guest who barged in to even meet Rebecca directly.

“Gosh, is this a welcome for me from my dear nephew's wife?” asked Leonard Sawyer with a faint grin. “Look at the mess on your face, Rebecca.” He came closer and without hesitation lifted Rebecca's chin. Just so she could stare at him without looking away.

What Leonard did made Kate immediately request that Leonard release his grip. “I beg you, sir. Let go of Lady Rebecca,” she said without hesitation.

“Why should I obey you?” asked Leonard with an amused chuckle. “We need to talk, Rebecca.”

“I don't want to,” Rebecca said, dismissing Leonard's hand that was still on her chin. “The last time I listened to you, it was the turning point of my supposedly perfect life.” Those words were accompanied by Rebecca's sharp, cynical gaze. If only Rebecca hadn't been tempted back then, maybe her life wouldn't have ended like this.

“Really?” Leonard laughed again. He took one of the cigarettes from his pocket. Without caring if the smoke was quite annoying, he lit up and enjoyed the nicotine stick without hesitation. It didn't even matter if Rebecca gave him a very cynical look. “Do you know your past mistakes?” Leonard exhaled cigarette smoke right in front of Rebecca's face. “You hesitated in carrying out my words.”

Rebecca growled under her breath. Had she not been stuck in a wheelchair; she would have given Leonard Sawyeer a punch or two. The greedy, scheming middle-aged man in the Sawyer family. Although thanks to him, Rebecca could enter Damian's life but still...

“What are you here for?”

Leonard laughed again. “Are you getting interested?”

“Say it clearly. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to call security to evict you, Mr. Leonard.”

“What if I give you information about the girl who kept Damian away from this mansion for so long?”