Chapter 6. The 2 AM Test

I stood in front of the private pantry while glancing occasionally toward Amon who was making coffee. The unusual aroma of coffee touched my nose, arousing my appetite and I could only swallow.

The sound of the coffee machine broke the silence. Its sound was soft like a musical melody. Every coffee that fell, its price was surely equal to the price of my life.

“Want me to make you one?” he asked me while offering a ceramic cup with a handle from afar. His voice was cold, heavy.

I shook my head.

“No, sir. Anyway thank you,” I answered.

I swallowed.

I glanced briefly outside the window.

Darkness had apparently already taken over the night.

My eyes shifted to the big clock on the wall that was at the end of the room past the pantry door. The clock hands showed the number 2 in the early morning.

Amon was not sleeping.

I also could not leave him alone without supervision.

Brak!

The sound of a door slamming was heard.

“Amon,”

A woman’s voice echoed in.

I hurriedly turned my head toward the pantry door.

“You know what happens if I am touched by a woman, don’t you?” Amon said,

He stood while sipping his coffee.

His smile was thin, his gaze cold.

I nodded.

“Alright, sir.”

My steps were fast as I left the pantry toward the source of the sound.

This house was huge so it made me confused about which direction to go to find that woman.

“Amon,” the woman’s voice was heard again.

Her voice was seductive, with a naughty drawl, but like someone who was drunk. “You are here, Amon,” she said.

I hurried toward the source of the sound. When my eyes caught a tall and thin-bodied woman, I approached her.

“Who are you?” she asked, walking toward me staggering. “Hic,” she hiccupped. Her index finger touched my shoulder. Her forehead frowned. “Are you a woman?” Her voice was shrill. Both hands touched my shoulders.

“Yes, Miss,” I nodded.

Plak!

She slapped me until my head tilted to the side. My cheek felt hot and painful. My tears would fall but I held them back.

‘I am Amon’s guard now.’ I would not let this woman touch even a bit of his skin.

“Bitch,” she insulted, “How dare a cheap woman like you disturb my Amon,” she grabbed my hair, pulling it hard.

I drew a breath.

Both my hands gripped the woman’s wrists so it would not pull my hair harder.

“Go away, Bitch. Go!” she screamed pulling my hair. “Ah!”

I managed to release her hand. She stepped back several steps and her butt hit a chair.

“Amon!”

Her eyes lit up when she saw Amon come with a coffee mug in his hand.

Amon was too calm for someone who could anytime change into a devil and hurt himself.

That woman approached Amon.

I held her body back.

“Get out of the way!” She screamed, struggling as I hugged her waist from behind.

“Amon, Amon, I love you,” she said to Amon who smirked mockingly while sipping coffee and kept walking into another room toward his bedroom.

It was impossible for Amon to care about me. I was sure he was testing my worthiness as an employee.

I pulled this woman away.

A female servant ran into the house, followed by two other servants.

“Lady Cassie,” the female servant called.

She pulled my body hard, pushing me until I bounced and fell, hitting a table.

“Ahh!”

The flower vase almost fell if I did not catch it.

“Betty,” the woman called Cassie hugged her servant.

“Slap her!” Betty gave an order to her two servants. “How dare you touch Lady Cassie, Bitch!”

I placed the flower vase on the floor behind me so it would be safe.

Two servants came to me, one person pulled both my hands behind, another stood kneeling in front of me.

“Mr. Amon cannot be touched by women. What I did was only protecting my master,” I said, returning her sharp gaze.

“Betty, I did not mean to touch Amon. I only wanted to see my grandson,” Cassie said, her head on Betty’s shoulder. One of Betty’s hands touched her hair.

“That is not true. Lady stormed in, I saw her wanting to hug my master,” I said.

“Slander,” Cassie pointed at me.

Plak!

The servant who knelt in front of me immediately slapped me. The other servant forced me to bow down.

My cheek felt very hot.

Tonight I have received two slaps.

“How dare you slander Lady Cassie. She loves Mr. Amon like her own grandson,”

Plak!

The left cheek that had not been reached by a slap finally felt hot again. Salty blood pooled at the tip of my tongue.

This woman was crazy, she just declared love to her husband’s own grandson, now she slandered me.

There really was something wrong with this family. But… I smiled wryly.

Turns out I was indeed created to be in an unruly environment since childhood.

“Alright,” I answered, “Forgive me, Lady Cassie. I know you love my master very much so you repeatedly declare your love to him,”

Plak!

No matter how many times I was slapped, I would still look at you all because this was my proof to Amon that I deserved to work beside him.

“Impudent!”

“Your love…” I smiled gently.

Cassie’s eyes bulged staring at me. “I will tell Mr. William,”

“Ahhh!” Cassie screamed. Both her hands touched her ears.

“Lady,” the female servant panicked.

“How dare that dirty mouth of yours,”

“I want to go home, Betty. Want to go home,” before Betty gave the order to slap me again. Cassie had walked out of Amon’s house.

The two servants released me. They hurriedly chased Cassie. Betty approached me,

“Make sure your mouth stays locked or…” She glared at me, her jaw hard, her body bent and one hand slid across her neck. “You will die by my hand,” she said.

She walked quickly out of the house, then closed the door.

“Huh,” I breathed in relief.

I, who had been sitting, dropped the side of my body to the floor.

My head leaned on one hand.

“I am so tired,”

I hurriedly stood up, running small toward Amon’s room, making sure he was alright.