Five days had passed since Reyes stormed into the mansion that shameful afternoon, taking charge with ruthless care—spoon-feeding me, helping my wrecked body, pinning me to bedrest when I dared twitch toward chores, her eyes brooking no argument as she fussed over every wince and sigh.
She did vanish the next morning with a gruff Text if you encounter any more problems, leaving my cheeks burning and limbs finally steady. Does she think I will call her for every problem that I face?
I was the one who booked her, wasn't I? Besides, I was the one who told her to go home, she wanted to take care of me even after the booking period was over.
Now, I twisted my raven hair into a messy bun secured with a soft black scrunchie, strands escaping to frame my face as I leaned back in the office chair—emerald eyes scanning spreadsheets, full lips pursed thoughtful.
