Alethea complied with Sebastian’s request, though inwardly she felt slightly puzzled. There was something odd about feeding a fully grown man like Sebastian—tall, strong, and clearly capable. If he were ill, it would have been different. But at the moment, Sebastian looked perfectly healthy, lounging casually on the sofa.“Did you change the spoon?” Sebastian asked, hearing the faint clink as Alethea scooped another bite.“Yes, Sir,” Alethea answered honestly.“Why? Are you uncomfortable using the same spoon as me?” he asked, frowning. Alethea looked at him, confused.She hadn’t changed the spoon out of discomfort, but as a form of respect. Still, for some reason, Sebastian always seemed to misinterpret her intentions.What exactly do you want from me? she thought in frustration but didn’t dare to say it aloud. Why does everything I do feel wrong in your eyes?“I’m not uncomfortable, Sir. I just—”“Then use the same spoon,” he cut in.Is it really necessary to make a big deal over a s
“You could try it. There’s a first time for everything,” Sebastian said flatly. “I can go with you.”“I’m not sure, Sir. And I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Alethea replied shortly.“Why? Because you’d be embarrassed to be seen with me?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.“What do you mean?”“You don’t want to go out with someone blind like me because you’re ashamed,” Sebastian stated. It wasn’t a question—it was a fact, spoken with unsettling confidence.Alethea frowned at him, confused. She had never brought up Sebastian’s condition before. In fact, it had never crossed her mind to make an issue of it. What confused her more was his desire to watch a movie. After all, wasn’t watching inherently a visual experience? How could someone who couldn’t see enjoy it?Watching a movie was nothing like reading a book, where imagination painted the scenes. It was also unlike listening to music or radio, which didn’t require visuals to be appreciated.Movies relied on vivid visualizations—mo
Alethea lay sprawled on the bed in Sebastian’s private lounge, her body utterly exhausted. She chose to ignore the stickiness on her skin and the lingering traces of their intimacy—because even after they had been together in the shower, Sebastian had reached for her again on the bed, while their bodies were still half-wet.What had gotten into that man? Where did Sebastian get all that energy from, especially when he had barely touched his lunch?But Alethea didn’t want to think about it any further. Fatigue weighed heavily on her eyelids, and Sebastian had allowed her to rest. So without overthinking it, she accepted the opportunity and let herself drift into sleep.“Beautiful.” That word had been used by two different men today. “Fair-skinned. Perfectly shaped in all the right places.” Other comments—especially from Aithan—lingered in Sebastian’s mind, unsettling him. And now, thinking about Toni—a young, single, and rather attractive man—only reinforced Sebastian’s suspicion that
“Are you finished eating, Sir?” Alethea asked hesitantly. Usually, Sebastian never left food on his plate, but this time it was clear that his meal had gone almost untouched.Sebastian didn’t respond. As Alethea stood beside him and reached out to clear the dishes, her extended hand was suddenly pulled, causing her to fall into his lap. Reflexively, she let out a small gasp of surprise.“Are you trying to get Aithan’s attention?” Sebastian asked in a cold voice. His arm wrapped around Alethea’s waist, holding her in place so she wouldn’t fall.“I don’t understand what you mean, Sir,” Alethea replied, confused.“He talked about you. He’s interested in you. Didn’t you realize that?” Sebastian spoke through gritted teeth.Alethea frowned, clearly not following the direction of the conversation. Which part of their conversation showed interest? she wondered. Was it because of the job offer he made earlier?“I’m not interested in working for him, Sir,” Alethea answered honestly. While the
Pierre opened a dark-tinted glass door. Inside the fairly spacious room, there were two work desks, each equipped with two large computer monitors. Behind those desks, a man and a woman were seated, both focused intently on their screens.After passing the two desks, Alethea was directed to another room, where a table roughly twice the size of the previous ones stood. The table was empty, and Alethea assumed it belonged to Pierre.Pierre then opened a set of double glass doors. The room beyond was larger and furnished with various pieces of furniture. Inside, Alethea saw Sebastian touching something with his hand, while a device—what she assumed was a headset—was attached to his ear."Your lunch has arrived, Sir," Pierre announced. But Sebastian simply raised his right hand, signaling Pierre not to continue. He appeared deeply focused on whatever he was listening to."Just put the food over there," he instructed, pointing toward a long table with several chairs, which Alethea guessed
After having breakfast earlier than usual, Alethea also took her lunch break earlier. One rule she must never violate was: “Never serve your employer while hungry.” The sound of a growling stomach was considered impolite and disruptive.“Change your clothes. The driver will take you to Mr. Sebastian’s office,” said Helen shortly after Alethea finished her lunch.Alethea nodded and returned to her room. She put on a simple, short-sleeved lilac top paired with white, cropped culotte pants. She didn’t bring anything with her—no bag, no wallet, not even a phone or hair tie.When she returned to the kitchen, where Helen was still packing Sebastian’s lunch into a heat-insulated lunchbox, Alethea asked, “Do I need to bring a handy talkie?”“No. This time, you’ll bring this,” Helen replied, handing her a smartphone of a well-known brand infamous for its exorbitant price tag. Unfortunately, Alethea wasn’t familiar with how to use it, having only ever owned a basic Android phone.She frowned in