Willow stirred in the bed and suddenly opened her eyes. She scanned the room and her eyes fell on Matthew Hayez who was tidying up his tie to go out. She immediately covered herself with the quilt and murmured to herself under the sheets.
''What is this? How did I get here? Who brought me here? Could it be…the devil himself? No way, he would never do that'' she slowly uncovered the quilt, coming face to face with Matthew Hayez's gaze. She pursed her lips and flushed.
''What are you doing?'' he asked her with a cocked brow.
''Good… good morning Mr. Hayez'' Willow said and got down from the bed immediately.
''Tsk, you can stop the act in front of me. I know you are not sincere. Do you see the beddings on the floor?'' he pointed at the one he made the other night, ''that will be your bed''
''On… on the floor? What about the guestroom?''
