Chapter 58: Men Will Always Leave
(Arata)
Mortification gripped every cell in my body as I woke up wrapped in his arms and my leg resting on his lower body.
I knew I must have crawled all over him while sleeping. I tried to wriggle out of his hold but the man was made from steel.
My wriggling finally woke him up and he let me go. Pissed off at myself and at him for being this cosy to sleep with, I snapped. Mostly at him.
Reverting back to his usual cold self he left the bed in anger and shut himself in the bathroom. Why was he so hot and cold simultaneously? Couldn’t he act like a normal person?
Sighing, I left the bed and took out the clothes I had decided to wear for the day.
He emerged from the bathroom all dressed up but his face had gone back to being set in stone. Without glancing at me, he laid out some instructions and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
’He is going to return to his assholery,’ mumbling and cursing I left for the washroom to freshen up and change.
Once I was ready, with my wig properly adjusted and glasses resting on my nose, I left the room. Their female house help approached me, asking if I needed anything.
"Buenos días, señora, do you need assistance with something?" She asked, with her hand clasped. A young girl she was, around my age with her light brown hair pulled back and held in a tight bun.
"Good morning, can I have some chamomile tea?" I requested with a warm smile and she returned it.