Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Gwyneth was about to stand up and head back to her room when she thought of something and sat back down. She observed the man in front of her for a while, assessing him from head to toe before speaking up.

"How long do you intend to stay in my house? Can you give me a specific number? You know, I'm letting you stay, but at the very least, I should know how long you plan to be here, right?"

Rad was still wearing Gwyneth's dress from this morning. He hadn't been able to change because there were no new clothes to wear. However, he didn't feel ashamed, remaining composed in front of her.

"I don't know, maybe a few days, a few months... or even a few years. It's hard to give you a specific number because I myself don't know what the future holds."

Facing Rad's vague and indifferent response, Gwyneth's face paled with discomfort and unease. She didn't want her peaceful life to be disrupted, especially by a man who could potentially be dangerous. His name, 'Rad,' might not even be his real name.

More likely, he wouldn't reveal his real name to someone he just met two days ago.

Gwyneth sighed. If Rad couldn't provide a specific timeframe or a specific number, then she would have to accept it. Currently, what she thought about Rad was just temporary speculation, but she was sure her estimation could be about 70% accurate. Anyway, someone who was on the run wouldn't be foolish enough to use their real name.

"Why is that? I've only been here for less than two days, and you already want to kick me out? You really have no compassion, no generosity at all." Rad said, sounding pitiful and weak.

Gwyneth immediately felt confused, facing a handsome man on the verge of tears made her feel sorry for him. "You're crying, are you? Don't cry... I didn't mean that, I just want to need know how long you'll be staying in my house."

Seeing Rad still bowing his head without speaking, she thought he was hurt and crying. For some reason, Gwyneth felt guilty, guilty for causing a handsome young man to be hurt.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'll allow you to stay in my house until the danger is over, I mean until the organization you mentioned stops pursuing you. But let me make it clear, staying in my house won't be rent-free, so what can you do for me?" Gwyneth crossed her arms and said.

Indeed, the man in front of her was very handsome, and any expression he displayed would make the other person swoon, especially for a woman who had never been in love like her. But Gwyneth remained rational; she didn't want to be with a useless person. Even if Rad couldn't show his worth, she wouldn't care even if he used death as a threat.

Hearing that, Rad's eyes brightened as he looked at her and smiled. "You're serious, huh? I can do a lot of things. For starters, I can cook three meals a day for you, as long as you want, I will cook anything for you. I will clean everything up, and I'm very good at repairing things."

Gwyneth raised her eyebrows slightly. Her house was not too big but not too small either. Since she had been living alone since moving here, there weren't many things in the house, so it couldn't be considered clean but rather empty. Gwyneth pondered silently. If Rad could handle those tasks, she wouldn't have to eat convenience food or order takeout anymore.

Rad could work as a part-time housekeeper... no, it had to be full-time. Gwyneth had hired hourly help before and found it quite expensive, so she was reluctant to hire help. Now there was someone working without pay, as long as she provided him with accommodation.

"Besides those tasks, what else can you do?" Gwyneth asked.

Rad's smile grew even brighter, and he nodded. "Of course, if you don't mind, I can also help you with your sexual needs. How about it? I'm confident that I can do better than any man you've ever been with-"

Gwyneth immediately raised her hand, signaling him to stop. "Alright! I don't need that. Just do well with what you said earlier. You help me, and I'll let you stay for this period."

After dinner, Rad fulfilled his earlier promise. He cleaned up the dirty dishes and washed them, his movements not very skillful but decisive and quick.

"Follow me, I can't let you sleep in mine." Gwyneth walked and talked at the same time. Because of the unfortunate incident last night, she allowed him to sleep in her bed, but she had no intention of giving her room to anyone else.

Rad followed behind her, shrugging as he said, "I can sleep on the sofa in the living room."

"That's fine, but it wouldn't be aesthetically pleasing... This room." Gwyneth gestured to the long-unused room before turning to look at Rad. She continued, "From now until you leave, you'll sleep in this room. There's a single bed and a desk in there, along with some things I no longer use. Before you arrived, this room was more like a storage space."

Rad looked around the room; indeed, there was only a single bed and a small desk next to it. In the corner were a few large cardboard boxes, emanating a musty, dusty, and... stale smell.

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the dust particles swirling in the air and the evident musty smell in the room. These things made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't show it in front of Gwyneth. He glanced back at his room, then back outside. Gwyneth was still rambling on about how she acquired this house.

"Rad, did you hear what I said?" Noticing Rad hadn't responded, Gwyneth turned to ask, only to find him standing by the door, seemingly lost in thought.

Rad spoke up only then, "Why is my room so far from yours?"

"Huh? Are you asking why your room should be close to mine?" Gwyneth puzzled over his question and asked in return.

Gwyneth initially thought Rad was merely curious, but his next words left her speechless.

"Because if you ever feel like... being intimate, you could just come over to my room, or I could come over to yours without wasting too much time." Rad said matter-of-factly as if it were obvious.

Seeing Rad's attitude, he was not joking with her, but he actually thought it was obvious, perhaps he thought she allowed him to stay here and he needed to return something bigger than cleaning up and cooking normally.

Gwyneth sighed softly, shaking her head. "Initially, I thought you were a criminal or some sort of danger, but now I think you've... done that before, haven't you?... serving wealthy women, I mean."

She didn't dare say 'gigolo' outright, fearing if Rad had indeed done that, he'd be embarrassed and defensive. But she had underestimated Rad's audacity.

Rad casually replied, "You mean I used to be a gigolo, right? It's true I indeed do like older women, but I don't like getting dirty. I'm very clean, so if you need me to serve—"

"I don't need that, thank you. I really, really, really don't need you to serve me in that way." Gwyneth immediately interrupted him, did this guy really think she wanted to have sex with him?

After arranging Rad's sleeping quarters, Gwyneth just wanted to return to her room and sleep immediately, exhausted from the day's work and overthinking. But as she headed back to her bedroom, Rad followed her.

"Why are you following me? Go to your room," she said.

"Do you really not need me to serve you that way? I won't disappoint you in bed." Rad added, his charming smile making it hard to refuse.

Being sexually served by a handsome, tall, and strong man, how many women could refuse, not to mention his is also quite big, Gwyneth knew this because when he was injured and needed to take off his clothes, she saw everything.

Gwyneth raised her eyebrows, she also liked it but she also needed to preserve her little life. Instead of refusing like just now, Gwyneth said firmly, "Oh, but I like women."

With that, Gwyneth swiftly stepped into her room and closed the door, not giving Rad a chance to step in. She didn't know how to deal with such direct flirtation and sexual invitations, so instead of refusing, saying she preferred women seemed much simpler.

It was indeed very effective because after hearing that, Rad stood rooted to the spot outside Gwyneth's bedroom door for a while before finally returning to his own room.