Chapter 127: Her House Sitting Fee From Him
"Hurm... is that a cobweb? Or, a part of the painting?"
Murmuring to herself, Leslie kept staring at the painted ceiling. She lay upside-down on the cushion, her legs dangling from the backrest. Her long hair spilled on the carpeted floor.
Leslie was hooked on the drama but, watching it continuously for almost three hours disturbed her attention. Unable to change to a new TV show, she looked around the lounge.
"Sigh... Wouldn’t it be better if I could go outside already?" whispered Leslie, her mind conjuring the beautiful images of Rome she saw in documentaries and books, "But, will I meet any of the Roman soldier ghosts? Or the gladiators?"
Leslie recalled one of the foreign romance books she read before.
The female lead loved going for a swim in a pool, rumored to be a favorite spot of Roman soldiers. She fantasized about meeting the handsome olive-skinned ghosts with curved noses.
"Nah, I’ll bring trouble to myself," shaking her head, Leslie shuddered, "What if they spirit me away?"
Amused by her own thoughts, Leslie didn’t notice a particular someone walking into the lounge. That person halted his steps once his eyes caught her posture.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what are you doing? Looking for ants on the ceiling?"
Leslie withdrew her eyes from the ceiling. Without moving her position, she stared at Calix who had just returned. From her angle, he appeared as if he stood upside-down.
"Cobwebs," Leslie replied with a shrug, pointing to one spot on the ceiling, "I wonder if those are cobwebs or paintings?"