Chapter 11: Furious Theresa
She turned and walked into the bathroom to clean her face, completely forgetting what she was doing before that.
Damien let out a relieved sigh as he was finally able to relieve himself. The drug's effects were still lingering, but he felt much better. It was best for him to leave the room before he did something he didn't want to do.
He planned to confront his mother the next day for invading his privacy. It was about time he put an end to her disruptive behavior in the name of finding an heir.
Leaving Aurora's room behind, he went upstairs to his room so he could cool himself down in his bathtub.
"What are you doing here?" His anger intensified when he found a woman sitting by his bed, appearing as if she was waiting for him. Theresa was definitely provoking his wrath, and he was ready to unleash it upon her.
"Al..pha," the woman grew concerned and didn't know what to say. Why did he look better if he had already taken the potion? Did Theresa deceive her or fail to give it to him? This was bad, she didn't want to die now.
"Get out of my room!!" He shouted, causing the woman to stumble backward. She had never been so scared in her life. Without thinking twice, she hurriedly left his room to avoid his potential wrath.
Damien locked the door after her and slammed his fist into the wall beside the door. If he didn't find a way to calm himself down, he might end up doing something he would regret.
He entered his bathroom and immersed himself in the bathtub filled with cold water. Fortunately, the cold water helped to calm him down. He felt a sense of relief and peace as he leaned his head back against the edge of the bathtub. Thinking about the maid who had pleased him, he wondered if she was alright.