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Chapter 4 - The New Residence

"To your house?"

Denzel went silent again; the whole ride was like that until they arrived at their destination. The sun was also just about to set. Sharmaine admired the extravagant gates with intricate details; everything seemed to be so beautiful yet she felt so unworthy to touch any of his belongings.

"We're here, get out." Denzel said in a rude manner.

"Yes, yes, no need to remind me." Sharmaine went out of the car and appreciated the property a little bit more.

Standing on the grass made her gaze upon the area. His house was just breathtaking. The architecture was rustic, so it complemented Denzel's style—in a way. It was pleasing to the eyes because of all the nature tones—nothing was out of place or distracting, plus, you could really see the sun from the front.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" Denzel asked in a monotone voice which made Sharmaine snap out of her daydreams.

Sharmaine smirked. "What are you going to do if I am?"

Denzel fell silent yet again but turned around to say, "Then you'll sleep there. Have fun." to Sharmaine.

As stunned as she was from his reaction, watching him walk away made her feel a strange feeling. It's as if she was getting dumped again. She fell into an imagination wherein she recalled the past—her past love she tried to forget but never did.

A tear dropped, followed by another. She looked up and saw Denzel rushing towards her.

He grabbed her shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

She rubbed her eye, she then found herself crying, "Why am I crying?" She looked that her wet fingers.

"I don't understand," she sniffed.

Denzel suddenly felt guilty for his actions. He did not know how to comfort people, so all he could do was hug her. The temperature of his body was warm and Sharmaine felt it.

Was this how he comforted his employees?

She laid her head against his broad shoulders. "This is nice." she murmured. A few minutes passed by and Sharmaine lifted her head. She gently pushed Denzel aside and was startled by his red face.

"Denzel!"

She touched his neck and forehead, quickly putting his shoulder around hers. "Look at you! You have a fever!" He was heavy, so they wobbled across the grass and even nearly fell before they got to the front door.

"What's your password? Hurry!" Panic was thickening her words.

"2453." She immediately typed the numbers and the door opened.

The place was dark, so she had to feel the walls to guide their way in. When she found the light switches and pressed it, the house lit up like a glowing lighthouse. The interior design was nice, cozy and was, arguably, ten times better than the office; It had white walls that is very cooling and relaxing in the eye. Sharmaine snapped out if it—this was not the time to be admiring interiors.

The house itself wasn't that big so it was easy for Sharmaine to guide Denzel up to his room, since the biggest room among all others would usually be the owner's.

"Here, lie down for a bit." She laid Denzel in his bed while taking off his coat and shoes and throwing them on the floor. She covered him with his blanket and started to look for a basin.

"Maybe in the bathroom?" She went in his bathroom and quickly found a basin just below the sink.

"Perfect!"

She filled the basin with cold water, grabbed a small towel from his drawers and soaked it in. It provided the perfect amount of cooling sensation for his forehead. As she gazed upon his flushed cheeks and dripping sweat, she wondered if there would be medicine available anywhere, grunting at the immediate fact that she was in an unknown residence.

A realization suddenly struck her as she went out of the room—her belongings were still at her house in Q city.

"What a drag, what am I gonna wear now?" Desperation aside, she quietly snuck into Denzel's room to grab a pair of jammies—obviously too big and wide for her tiny waist.

She giggled. "Sorry, Denzel, I might borrow these for a while." She turned her head to the sleeping boss whilst grabbing a towel from one of his drawers. Silently, she crept inside the bathroom and locked the door; she took off her suit and those bandages that wrapped around her chest.

"Wow, this feels so nice," she said after feeling the warm water on her skin.

After the refreshing shower, Sharmaine rewrapped the bandages around her chest, and though she felt a little uncomfortable, she thought that it would be better to be safe than sorry. The clothes she wore draped all over body and felt a bit baggy. She blushed at the thought of wearing another man's clothing.

"I feel like I'm in some sort of drama."

When she stepped out of the shower, she gently sat beside the sleeping Denzel; the room felt cool, yet she saw how his body was drenched in sweat when she removed his blanket.

"What a drag, I am not your maid. I did not come here to be one either." She paused for a quick moment, her hands hesitating to unbutton his wet top. Her hands shook before she encouraged herself that she needed to act like a man.

"Woah, what a figure!" She gazed upon Denzel's abs as she brushed her hand upon it. Denzel was the type of person who would spend a lot of time in the gym—mainly for health purposes.

"I wonder what'll it be like dating a person like him."

Upon saying that sentence, Denzel suddenly flinched. Sharmaine jerked back in shock and was eyed down by Denzel. By the looks of it, he might've felt Sharmaine's touch and heard Sharmaine's remarks.

On the other hand, Denzel felt disgusted that a man was touching his body—no, he was taken advantage of because he was sleeping—and so, with surprised and furious eyes he asked Sharmaine a question.

"What were you doing?"