Chapter 058

HANNAH

A loud knock on the door made me start violently. In a second, I had rolled off the bed and was on my feet.

With a racing heart, I called out, "Wh-who is it?"

"Me," replied a voice, the voice of a maid.

I clutched my chest in relief and weakly called for her to come in. Anyone who wasn't Asher or his father were welcome. I should have even known Asher wasn't the one in the first place as he would never knock.

"Hi," I said to the girl.

She merely acknowledged me with a toss of her head. To the maids in this house, I was more or less one of them, was Asher's mate only in name.

"Master Asher wants you to do his laundry." the girl said and when I merely nodded, she added, "Now. His clothes are in his room."

She couldn't have said anything worse. Doing his laundry, I didn't mind that, but going to his room was a whole different matter. I could only wish that he would not be there when I went to get the clothes.

But of course he was. Fate wasn't giving me a brief these days. Asher ha