Chapter 6: Chapter Six

A few moments later, we arrived at the mansion. Sir Harry parked his car in the garage, and we went inside the living room. He took something from the drawer. Papers. He put them on the table in front of me.

"This is the contract. I forgot to tell you to sign it. You're not my employee unless you sign it. This will serve as proof of our agreement." He handed me a pen. "You can read it if you want."

I read the papers, but I stopped when my back started itching again. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to swim or take a bath, so I took off my clothes in front of Sir Harry.

"W—what are you doing?" Sir Harry asked, covering his eyes. His face turned red seeing me half-naked. He removed his hand from his eyes as if he saw something on my body. "Jesus Christ! You're in shreds. Is that why you were scratching your body in the car?"

I didn't expect that Sir Harry noticed me rubbing my body in the car. He's such an attentive man. "I'm sorry, sir. It seems like I have an allergy to the food we ate," I said.

"Wait here. I'll get you some medicine." Sir Harry immediately went inside his room. He came back with a kit of medicine. "Here, drink this Cetirizine." He handed me a tablet.

"Thank you, sir," I said.

"Don't thank me, you're pathetic," he said as if mad, but I can see the worry on his face. "Will you be okay? I can bring you to the clinic if you're not feeling well."

"I'll be fine, sir. You don't have to bring me to the clinic. I'll just take a rest for a bit. This allergy will be gone on its own," I said.

"You said you weren't allergic to anything, but it turns out that you're allergic to what we eat. Are you sure you'll be fine?" He asked again.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's my first time eating those foods, so I don't know I'm allergic to them. Don't worry, I'll be fine," I replied.

"You said that. I can't force you to go to the clinic, so just drink the medicine. Here, you can take more, and don't hesitate to call me if you need help, okay? I'll be in my room. Also, just bring these papers with you and put your clothes on," he said.

I blushed. I'm so pathetic, or I'd say foolish, that I took off my clothes in front of Sir Harry. "I'm really sorry, sir." I picked my clothes from the floor.

"It's okay. I wouldn't know what happened to you if you didn't take them off, but please, don't be so impulsive again. Just tell me if you have a problem. I'm always here for you," he said.

My heart melted from his words. It's the first time someone told me that they are there for me whenever I need them. I almost cried, but I held my tears back. I don't understand why the people who aren't even related to you by blood are usually the ones who care more about you than your own family.

Sir Harry put the medicine kit in my hands. I took the papers from the table and went to my room. Sir Harry is truly a kindhearted man. He looks cute even when he's worried. I closed the door, turned the air conditioner and lights on, put the medicine kit and papers on the desk, and lay down on my bed half-naked. I don't know why, but seeing Sir Harry worried gives me fluttering butterflies in the stomach.

Alright. This is a bad time to think about romance. It's already night. I have to stop thinking about him, or I can't sleep. I stood up, checked the medicine kit, and saw a salve.

Sir Harry is truly a thoughtful man. I drank the cetirizine tablet with water. I took the salve and used it to massage my body. I imagined myself being massaged by Sir Harry. His soft hands and cute face. I'll never get tired of holding and seeing them.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I didn't expect my life to become like this. I hope this won't end, not the allergy, but the way it feels. I've never been this happy before. I'm starting to like it. I'm starting to like Sir Harry. I want him.

The sun was already up when I woke up. I looked at the wall clock in my room and realized it's already 9:30 AM. I had overslept again. I went inside the bathroom and took a shower. I looked at the mirror and realized that my skin had come back to normal. It seems like the medicine and the salve were effective.

I put on my clothes, turned off the shower, and went outside. I took the papers from the desk and started reading them. So, this is the contract? I don't understand most of the words written on it, and I'm too lazy to read these many documents, so I took the pen and signed them.

"Are you done reading them?" Sir Harry asked. He's leaning on his swivel chair in front of his computer, his feet inside his black shoes on the table, and his hands lay comfortably on his stomach. He's wearing a white shirt with two top buttons undone and his black tie untied. His hair is a little bit messy but still looks good on him. He looks so cool, like a bad boy in a movie.

"Um," I replied, scratching the back of my head, feeling guilty because I didn't really read these documents, and I couldn't understand most of the words. I also feel shy to tell him the truth.

He sighed. "Let me see." He gestured for me to go near.

I handed the folder to him and accidentally touched his soft hand. We look into each other's eyes, but he immediately lets go of my hand, taking the folder and putting it on the desk beside his computer. It seems like he's not going to check them now.

"Do you need anything, sir?" I asked, blushing as I remembered what happened yesterday.

"Please don't call me sir. Yesterday was an exception because it was an emergency. One more sir and you're fired," he said, his tone firm and serious, as if the soft Harry I knew had suddenly changed.

I don't know what happened, but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, so I just left him alone. I don't want to intrude too much. He'll fire me if I keep bothering him. I don't want to lose this job. I don't want to go back to that brothel. I want to live a decent life. Once I have enough money, I'll build a business so that I won't have to do dirty things again.

Later in the afternoon, Sir Harry came to my room. I'm confused why he wants to see me. Is he going to fire me? What did I do wrong? Did he notice that I'm attracted to him? Or did he change his mind? Am I not suitable for this job? Perhaps he already found someone who can perform the role of a fake girlfriend better than me.

"Hey, Georgia, I came to say sorry for how I acted earlier. I was just in a bad mood. Did I scare you?" Sir Harry asked.

"Huh?" My mouth remained open for a while. I really thought he was going to fire me already. It seems like I'm just overthinking things.

"What's wrong? Did I say something bad?"

"Um, nothing, babe. Don't think about it. I know you were just in a bad mood," I said.

"I checked the documents. You forgot to sign the most important part, the last one. You didn't read them right? Because if you meticulously read them, you would have signed the last part," he said.