Sixty-one

KHALAN'S POV

"Who is that? What do you want?" I asked in anger but without separating myself from Ace. It felt really good to have him hold me in his hands especially in that manner.

"It's me ma'am. Your personal servant…" the response came almost immediately. She had mentioned that because she knew I wasn't going to remember her if she mentioned her name. Her name was quite difficult for me to pronounce such that even after a week I hadn't learnt it still.

"What do they want?" I snapped, vexed as to why she had decided to come knocking at that very moment.

"I have come to clear the laundry ma'am…."

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I knew there was no way I wasn't going to let her in especially with the look that was on his face, ace I meant. He took his hands off me after pecking me on the cheeks and then watched me walk to the door. I turned the doorknob and opened the door ajar for her to come in. Her eyes darted around and I'm sure she must be shocked to see Ace standi