Chapter 15

"Do you know my son ija? Or do you know him?"

I tried to smile and bow, saying, "Ahh, ehh, I'm not sure. Maybe it simply seems like hihih I'm sorry because you're shocked because of me."

A dude in all-black with glasses. It was quite serious-looking, and I couldn't even make out any expression in its eyes.

Mrs. Ferrer began to speak, "Xander, she's Elyse—" before turning away from Xander.

He was pleased to say, "Nice to meet you," and I scowled. I heard the man remark, "Nice to meet you," didn't I? He's weird, and Mrs. Ferrer is also a little crazy, but it doesn't appear to have anything to do with his son turning away from her while she's still talking.

To awaken him, I would hit him with a pot if I were his mother.

It finally murmured gently to me, "Oh my goodness ija! I forgot to inform you that there is just one room here." I was shocked as I glanced at him.

Just one? That indicates that it is her son's room, so what about me? Where can I find a bed?

"You'll just rest on the couch, I guess."

I'm fine, but where are my things, and where can I take a bath? Sofa.

So, perhaps the high pay is a result of their poor quality of sleep. Why are they so wealthy, Hayst? This is, of course, his son's home, not hers.

I was virtually covered in saliva when I said, "There's just one restroom here and it's still in my son's room." Since I was accustomed to sleeping on the floor as a child, I don't have any issues with it when it comes to sleeping. However, what about going to the bathroom? What if I knock on his door and say, "Can I use your bathroom because I have diarrhea?" When I'm already fucked up?

What happens if he detects that odor in his bedroom? Embarrassing...

She even laughed as she said, "It's just a joke, Ija."

I'm not sure if Mrs. Ferrer's assurance that there are two rooms here—yours will be next to my son's room and there is a bathroom inside—would make me irritated or make me feel at ease.

I pretended to laugh as I said, "You like to joke."

She wiped a few tears from her eyes due to the excessive laughter, "The epic of your face ija, I really wanted to laugh a while ago."

I simply agreed and began to go when she said, "All right, I need to get back to the company. You take care of it. Just turn around and you'll find a ladder then go up and you'll see two rooms, don't enter the second one."

I noticed Mrs. Ferrer's son standing in front of the first bedroom door as I down the stairs. He remained motionless as he simply stared at me.

It was only one step up the stairs when one of my feet unexpectedly slipped in the back. I thought I was going to fall, but someone quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I jerked my hand to his chest and looked at him.

I had barely shaken him and gently prodded him when I abruptly awoke to the sound of my baggage coming down the stairs. I instantly sat back down and grabbed it.

He says he wants to help, but how? He can easily see that I'm struggling to carry what I am. Tsk, Mrs. Ferrer's son isn't even a gentleman.

But as I lingered over this Xander, I couldn't help but question if he was that man or not. He still has the appearance of the man on the road even if he is wearing a glass. No matter what he is wearing, including dark spectacles, I can still identify him.

I was still unable to open the door to the other room as it entered his. A short while later, I carefully opened it and entered, but I was startled as something cold and sticky poured on top of me.

A paint can was perched atop the door when I cautiously raised my head to look. I started by moving my suitcase slightly away from me; it was still painted, but since it was small, it was fine.

So, that's your style huh? You greet your new maid in that manner.

It's not a problem with me, all right. You can't fire me, Mr. Xander, even if you treat me this way every day. You can't let me leave even though I'll only grow exhausted! Tsk, am I going after just one day? I haven't even gotten my pay yet!

I exhaled deeply before grinning. I smashed the door down at that point and went to the restroom, saying, "You can do it, Elyse, just fight!"

When I spotted a spider, I yelled "Ahhhhhhhhh!" and slipped.

I sighed and carefully stood up, my eyes riveted on it. I accepted it, but I scowled because it was only a toy.