Her being his maid was a facade he created to hide the fact that she was his blade from the masses.
She didn't need to do the duty of the maid for him.
To his surprise, she placed her butt on his bed, grabbed his feet, and placed them on her lap. Then, he saw her hands moving, her finger pressing against his toes and soles.
Roy suspiciously stared at her. "Why?"
She wasn't the type to curry favors with others. So, why was she being so nice to him? They only had a partnership, nothing more, nothing less.
"I've already decided to do every duty of a maid to make my disguise believable. So… don't mind me doing this."
Delilah dutifully comforted him, and so did Amelia.
With two women wonderful in their own rights massaging him, Roy felt like the luckiest man alive.
But wait, this wasn't the time to be creating a harem.
"I'm feeling thirst." Roy gave a begging look to Amelia. "Please get some tea prepared for us."
How could she bear not to fulfill his wish?
