CHAPTER FORTY

~~Writer~~

"Don't do this to me, not now. Oh God, not here." Fremantle​ cried as she pulled off the stained sheets. Her goddamned period had deemed it fit to attack while she had been asleep in Eron's house. She ran into the washroom, bathing and cleaning herself up before hastily changing into a tampon. She checked her time, 6:48 am. No one should be awake yet, she thought as she quickly folded the sheets and made to the laundry room.

Some minutes later, she was through with washing the sheets and she took out a fresh one before heading back to her room. She pushed the door open and stopped in her tracks on seeing the bed freshly made already. Just as she was about to retrace her steps and find out who did it, one of Eron's numerous maids walked out from her washroom, gasping and making a show of curtsying before speaking,

"The master, Eron. He sent me here to dress your bed, ma'am."

Frema blinked. "He. . He was here?"

"Yes ma. He said to--"

"Leave, Aanya. I'll take it from here."