Chapter 3

NIHAN POV

After a while, I heard successive knocks on the door. I immediately opened it and saw the face of sister Erna carrying ten shopping bags.

I politely smiled at me as she asked me sparingly.

"Good morning. Where can I put them, ma'am?"

My brow furrowed as I looked at the enormous shopping bags held by the old woman.

"What are those?” She was pointing to the bags.

"Oh, ma'am, I don't know; Sir Dawin just ordered me to take these things to his room because you're here. He says it's all for you, ma'am."

I didn't have it in myself to reach the shopping bags from Ate Erna's hand. But I wondered why it was not given to me.

"Oh,let me do it, ma'am; just tell me where to place it."

I scratched my neck because the old woman was so respectful. Sister Erna was afraid of me. I couldn't blame her; maybe I was scared because of what I did yesterday, which was to throw anything I could get my hands on.

I just gave way for the old woman to enter the room.

"I'll just put it here, ma'am," she said, placing the shopping bags on top of the bed. Erna was about to leave the room when she turned again.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, ma'am. Get dressed. Boss Dawin told me you and him would have a walk later."

The old lady didn't give me a chance to respond. I was the one who shut the door when she left.

After that, I opened all the shopping bags that were lined up on the bed. When I saw what was inside, I raised an eyebrow.

My cheeks flushed as I glanced at the nearly all red underwear and bra. I was curious where he got the idea that red was my favorite hue.

I eagerly opened all the shopping bags after loving the first one and looked for corn on the cob. When I got off that island, it was my chance to flee.

But I quickly lost interest when I noticed the strewn garments on the bed. Few of them were the length of my feet. Because I am 5 feet tall, the dress was too long for me.

I was curious about the year that monster guy was born. Why did Dawin buy everything for me during Maria Clara's reign?

Until I had a brilliant idea. I hastily exited the room and dialed Erna's number. Later, I returned to Dawin's room, with thread, a needle, and scissors. That is where I shine. My mother did not encourage my dream of becoming a fashion designer.

I was ecstatic as I removed the white satin dress I had chosen and cut up to above the knee. I removed its sleeve from my shoulder, exposing my mole on the chest bone and displaying my cleavage. When I looked in the mirror at my figure, my cheeks flushed with pride at my hard work.

The dress was wonderfully fixed and fit my slim figure well.

I was not pleased with the great product I created, so I took it off again and changed the lower portion of the dress into a split corset design so that the smooth and perfect appearance would be on my legs again because of the overlapping cut in the middle of my dress.

I then went into the bathroom, smiled, and had a brief shower. I was getting dressed when I heard sister Erna's voice outside the door.

I smiled as I opened it and walked out happily.

"Gosh, have mercy on a demon's soul." 

The smile on my lips immediately disappeared after hearing what sister Erna said. Erna followed this by making the sign of the cross to herself while looking at me from head to toe.

"Oh, ma'am, have mercy; change your clothes, ma'am, before Sir Dawin sees you.”

Erna spoke to me in a stammering manner, as if she were crying and begging.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Sister Erna, my back hurts from sewing this, and then I'll just change it?

"Ahm, because Maam..."

I stopped listening to sister Erna and put my palms up to stop the maid from talking.

Then I dashed down the steps because I couldn't wait to get off the island. When I sneaked away, I intended to go directly to the workplace.

Dawin was seated on the couch in the living room, reading the newspaper.

He waited for me for over an hour and I still didn't come down. It bore him since he had to wait so long for me to get dressed. It was fortunate that he had little work in the office because he had finished signing all the documents the day before.

He had just gotten dressed in the guest room because he knew the girl wasn't used to getting ready when she was there.

"Let's go?" A girl's voice invited him.

When he heard the voice of the girl who was now in front of him, the bored man carefully lowered the newspaper he was carrying. He examined me from head to toe. When he saw what I was wearing, he felt his blood rush to his brain. His jaws clenched as he attempted to keep from becoming enraged.

When she wore dresses, that girl looked exactly like her sister.

Dressing as though it exposed the breast is one thing he despises the most and is often a source of contention between him and his twin. He gazed down at the middle of my garment, where he could almost see my white thighs.

He used to have to restrain himself when Amira, his twin, wore the same outfit as mine, but because of his hidden rage for that girl, he was the one who wanted to strip me.

"Change your clothes! His voice was thundering because of the strength of his shout at me. He even accompanied it by gesturing with his hand, pointing to his room on top.

I was annoyed because Dawin suddenly shouted at me.

"No! I don't want to! I spent an hour laboring over this dress, and you're just going to undress me? No way!" 

Dawin's blood warmed even more because of my answer to him.

"Change your clothes if you don't want me to take that off your body, myself!"

The suppressed anger in the young man's voice was strong but still obvious.

I still didn't budge. I didn't want to wear Maria Clara clothes; it just interfered with my plan later. What if it still hangs on sharp objects? I also angrily shouted at the young man in front of him.

"Change your clothes if you want; don't bother me about what I wear because, first, you're not my boyfriend!”

While hiding behind the enormous vase, Sister Erna made a steady sign of the cross. Fortunately, the plant within the vase was dense, making it impossible to see her. The maid had been shouting while seeing the two monsters below. She had been hoping for a long time that we would not drag them into World War II.

Her supervisor was clearly upset since his face was flushed.

When he heard my response to him, the fire in Dawin's heart flared up even more. He couldn't understand that he had no right to tell me what I should do because he wasn't my boyfriend. I yelled fiercely as he dragged me up the stairs and let me into his room.

While I was still sleeping, he noticed the distributed apparel that he had purchased this morning. He hurriedly shut the door and laid me. Dawin was ready to remove my clothes when I dashed into the restroom.

Before I could enter the bathroom, the man hurriedly hugged me. He was awestruck by me, and despite his rage, it embarrassed him with himself because he couldn't hurt me.

He buried his face in my neck and smelled my delicious aroma while holding my back.