A Lost Gift

Zara's POV

I knew Xander was downright enraged when I pushed him away. I could see him turning red, balling his fists especially after I called him a dog. But I didn't care. I turned my back to him and ran out of my bedroom.

Slamming the door shut, I rushed to the staircase, my hand still rubbing my neck. The pain of him biting me wasn't fading away.

I saw the housekeeper departing to the kitchen.

I called out, “Peter.”

Peter looked up and he could decipher I had something urgent and he immediately climbed up the staircase.

“Yes, Madam,” he asked promptly.

“Rearrange my bedroom right now.” I said strictly.

Passing a glance at the closed door of the bedroom where Xander was naked, I said, my voice trembling, “I can't sleep in that bedroom. Get me a new room.”

Peter got worried and said timidly, “Madam, let me see if I can make any arrangements.”

What did he mean by that? No matter what, he would have to give me a new bedroom. Xander's big mansion definitely had a good number of rooms.