Chapter Twenty-Nine

Five domestic staffs stand in waiting, few feet from where their master and I sit with him the dining hall. I put some steak into my mouth, chewing it gently. Dead quietness fills the air.

Does he perhaps live alone in this big house, save for his helps? Where is his family?

I reach for the cup of water on the table, gulping it down, when I heard my name… My eyes pop open from the cup. He gives me that impassive look again, dropping his cutleries.

“We need to talk.” He says, leaving the dining hall abruptly.

Am I to just follow him like that? I stare at his retreating figure confusingly. The helps still standing, gestures to me to follow him.

Arrggh. I roll my eyes, catching up his pace.

He stands before a door, secludedly hidden somewhere in the mansion. He takes in a deep breath, bringing out a bunch of keys from his pocket. Slowly he pushes the door open “would you mind going in first?” His demeanor reads hope, as he fists tightly -his shaky hands.

“Okay...” I answer quietl