27 | The New Visitor

Phoebe’s POV

“I still don’t like the chairs over there,” I say whilst pointing at the silver-rimmed chairs piled near the exit that arrived instead of gold-rimmed ones.

I massaged my temples in frustration and rubbed the sweat away from my face with my cotton handkerchief.

The sun glared down at us with its scorching heat as we worked on it. Suddenly I regretted sporting my all-black attire.

After my heated morning with Blaze, I thankfully reached my room without bumping with any staff except Gerard.

Out of all the people, I bumped into him right outside Blaze’s room, wearing nothing other than his black button-down shirt. The butler’s face was truly a sight to behold. His usual stoic expression was replaced with one that displayed utter shock when I opened the door with a shirtless Blaze in tow and thankfully he kept his mouth shut after noticing