Chapter 5

The CEO Strange Attitude

"According to you?"

Raymond's cold voice made Ara even more convinced that what was above her was Raymond and not just a hallucination.

Shortly after that sentence, Raymond's body rolled over to Ara's side. The sweat on his body, as well as his rapid breathing, were evidence of how the man was satisfied, even though the little girl didn't do anything.

Has Raymond gone mad? Or is he addicted to ara's body, which keeps making him fall in love with her effortlessly?

As Raymond began to drift off to dreamland, Ara, sleeping next to him, woke up. Her brow furrowed deeply. A upon of disappointment suddenly appeared in her heart.

'Why are you home? Didn't the housemaid say he had a meeting abroad?'

Ara looked at Raymond's face which looked tired then she curled up with her back to her Master.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. The girl cried silently until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Even though Raymond had had sex with her countless times, Ara's heart still ached. She had decided to make peace with everything and accept her fate, but somehow, she still found it difficult to accept her "dirty" fate, as the mature man touched her all over her body.

In the morning, Raymond was the first to open his eyes. He was startled to find it was already daytime, and his sleeping position was unusual. "How can I hold this woman?" he muttered in surprise. His hand, which had been possessively wrapped around Ara's waist, slowly withdraw.

Sensing a disturbing movement, Ara opened her eyes. Her body jerked as she looked at the clock. Raymond was definitely going to get mad, she thought.

"Sorry sir, I woke up late."

Raymond ignored Ara's apology. Instead, he silently strolled toward the bathroom. Meanwhile, Ara immediately made their bed. She didn't forget to change the sheets, as Raymond had previously instructed, to change them every day.

Moments later, Raymond emerged from the bathroom with only a small towel wrapped around his waist. His ripped-bread-like stomach was clearly visible, and his wet hair and dripping water made Ara stare at him even more.

"Prepare my clothes." Raymond's baritone voice interrupted Ara's reverie.

"M-me?" He pointed at himself, reconfirming Raymond's orders in case he wasn't the one he meant.

Raymond cleared his throat, staring at R

Ara, who was still standing there. His light yet intense gaze scared the person he was staring at to death.

Immediately, Ara entered the wardrobe area.

He took a black suit and took it out.

"Here, sir." He handed Raymond a suit.

Raymond's lack of protest made Ara think her choice was quite in line with his tastes. Praise be to her for her eye for noticing how he dressed for work.

Like a personal assistant, Ara was asked to organize everything Raymond would wear that day. Watch, tie, shoes... What even surprised Ara was that the man didn't hesitate to change his clothes in front of her.

"Why did you turn around?" Raymond asked when he saw Ara immediately turn her body to face him, as she unwrapped the towel around her hips.

"Aren't you familiar?"

Raymond's question made Ara close her eyes.

Raymond walked closer to Ara and made the girl's body face him again. "Or... Are you afraid of being tempted?"

The faint smile on Raymond's lips really made the blush on Ara's face even more obvious. Was that man... so used to dealing with women that he no longer felt embarrassed when he said something so vulgar?

Ara didn't answer, of course.

However, Raymond's facial expression actually looked amused by his girl's shyness and shy attitude.

"After this, accompany me to breakfast."

Ara was puzzled again. What was wrong with her master today? Raymond seemed a little different today. He hadn't nagged, he'd asked for clothes, and now he was inviting her to eat with him.

However, even though she was confused by Raymond's changes, Ara chose to just go along with it because that was the option she had.

As soon as Raymond came down from his room, all the servants and also his personal chef stood around the dining table, they were ready to serve their Master.

"Stay where you are, no one should serve me this morning." Raymond's baritone voice made all the waiters and cooks nod slowly. Everyone obeyed, not moving an inch. He gestured to Ara, who was standing right beside him. "You, serve me."

Raymond said the word "serve" so easily. Did he have to be served all his life? Couldn't Raymond do something on his own without being served? Is everyone powerful like that? Or is it just Raymond?

"David, get the car ready." Now his gaze shifted to Ara "You, go back to the room."

Before Raymond got up from the chair, Ara had already walked back to the room.

"Get ready, we're going out of the country."

The cold, sudden command made Ara stare at Raymond with an unreadable expression. After breakfast, her master was about to leave for the office. However, Ara didn't understand why the man had returned to the room now. What was going on?

And, what did he say just now... 'Leave the country?' Ara was surprised. "What do you mean, sir?"

"I have a business trip abroad, and I want you to come with me."

Ara's eyes widened. After returning home early yesterday, why was her master inviting her along on a business trip?

"But, I don't have the documents required to enter another country, sir."

Raymond clicked his tongue, annoyed. He hadn't even thought about it: how could someone living in a big city not have a passport?

Raymond immediately massaged his temples. "Exactly, how poor are you?!" A mocking expression just slipped out of Raymond's mouth.

Ara pouted in annoyance when Raymond's lips mocked her, it was true that she was very poor but that didn't mean Raymond could mock her with words that pierced her heart.

Although he was upset that his plans had been delayed because Ara didn't have a passport, Raymond still tried to arrange for the girl to go with him. He dialed David again. "Get the girl's passport. I'll only go if she comes with me."

David, who received the order, began to suspect, was Ara the reason for the change in his Master's attitude lately?

I don't know, but what is clear is that David was once again confused by Raymond's orders, making a passport clearly takes time, while they have to leave this afternoon.

It was the science of money and power that was at work. So, in less than two hours, Ara's passport was printed and ready to use.

"Sir, everything is ready, it's time for us to go."

In front of him, Ara blinked.

Raymond is really powerful.

The Corner Family's financial power and power are truly unstoppable. As evidenced by the fact that in less than two hours, Rara's requirements to accompany Raymond on his business trip were complete.

"Get ready, let's go."

Raymond's decree was truly like a king's decree, no one could stop him, even circumstances could be manipulated in such a way that his wishes came true.

Long story short, they were in the cabin of the cold man's private jet, but Ara was frozen beside the door.

"This plane won't take off if you keep standing there.

Raymond glared angrily at Ara, who remained frozen by the plane door. The glint of admiration in her eyes was palpable.

However, Raymond didn't realize that behind her gaze of admiration for his wealth, which included owning a private jet, Ara's body was trembling violently. Her heartbeat continued to accelerate, causing cold sweat to pour from her pores.

Ara slowly walked and sat beside Raymond, looking out the window made her even more confused, her eyes started to close, her face which had previously still had a red tinge now turned pale.

Raymond, who was sitting next to ara, frowned, surprised by her unusual behavior. "What's wrong? Are you sick? How are you feeling?" He bombarded Ara with questions.

Raymond grabbed Ara's hand, which was clenched tightly as it gripped the seatbelt. It was cold, a stark contrast to the man's warm skin. "I-I'm scared, sir."

Although Ara's voice was barely a whisper, Raymond could sense her fear. He immediately leaned closer to her and embraced her in his arms.

"Calm down. You'll be safe with me."

From a chair not far from them, a pair of eyes continued to stare at them with a probing gaze. Wrinkles crept up their foreheads, confused and surprised by their Master's attitude, which they found so different.

"Since when can Mr. Raymond be warm to a woman like this?"