36 Caring for his sick wife

From morning till afternoon Jeslyn didn’t go downstairs to eat nor did she open her door to the maids that had been knocking.

Now it’s evening and she’s still inside and a maid is standing outside her door, banging and ringing the doorbell with urgency.

How many hours has it been that the guest she was warned to care for by the butler hasn’t eaten? She loves her job and doesn’t want to be fired.

Being under master Maverick means an automatic protective shield in this hell of a country, so the young maid was frightened by the thousands of bad thoughts running through her mind.

“Ring, ring, ring!”

“Knock, knock, knock!”

“Bang, bang, bang!”

“Ma’am, please open the door!”

There’s a spare key with the butler however the man couldn’t be found in the large mansion. “Step back.”

The maid turned with a start at the cold voice. She hurriedly stepped out of the way and bowed her head to avoid looking at those cold eyes owned by the demonic man she was working for. When will this master learn to make a sound while walking? Every time, he walks around like he wasn’t stepping on the ground.

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it to beep green before he turned the knob and opened the door. “You may leave.” He said to the maid who still had her head down before going

messy hair and a red nose. Her gorgeous face looked pale with sweat

stretched his hand to touch her forehead. Maverick knitted his brows after feeling her burning forehead and stood upright.

to the house…

around the room for a brief moment before

later with a bowl and a white towel. He sat down beside Jeslyn and

stir in her sleep for a

bowl of water, squeezed the water out, and

a few times before folding the towel

glanced at his inconspicuous black watch before he

the sleeping woman and glanced at her face one more

the headboard with one long leg placed on the bed and

eyes closed and expression unreadable, he stepped into

of his phone

the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a little. When he closed and opened his eyes again,

phone while looking at Jeslyn who didn’t stir from

word before he took the phone off his ears and

dinged and a maid pushed it open. She bowed to the man sitting on the bed

was no older than Maverick, with his hair dyed white, walked into the room,

the suitcase on the bed and started to open it while

his eyes with his head resting on the board

saying someone got married. With

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