Chapter 6.2

I pretended to be his maid to make it easier for me to get to know him, but why is he the one working me? I mean, why is he flirting me?

"You don't have a husband, do you?" I opened my eyes when I heard him. Hus-Husband?

"Anyway, I don't f*cking care," he said and he pushed me onto the bed and he came on top of me.

We stared at each other for a while and then he put a few strands of my hair that covered my face behind my ear.

"Pretty," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. I like your eyes. It's beautiful," he added.

I didn’t know why but I blushed when he said that. The effect was still the same. He’s the only man who can made me feel that.

"But why did you scold me the first time I came here? You were so strict back then as if like I did wrong."

His lips twitched up.

"Because I felt like you don't like me. It's like you were forced to work here. Anyway, you told me that you didn't finish your degree. What did you take?" he asked.

"Architecture," I said.

"What if I offer you