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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6. Sleep Separately

"This is Master, the clothes." Ella gave the clothes that Mr. Boy was going to wear. The cold man took it directly and put it on directly in front of Ella just now.

Again, Ella could only close her eyes. In her heart, she clucked irritably. Want to curse, but can't. Everything has gone awry now.

After giving the clothes to Mr. Boy. Ella returned to where she was originally. Her two legs walked straight to the long couch just now. Yes, Ella slept on that couch with only a pillow, without a thick blanket.

"What are you doing?" said Mr. Boy suddenly. Ella then looked up and looked at him.

"Eh? I ... Of course, it will sleep here, right." Ella replied to him, rubbing her small smile.

Mr. Boy did not reply to Ella's words. The man didn't seem to care about her. It is possible that in his heart he said 'You are aware of your position'.

Click!

The room lights were turned off, and the whole room here had turned pitch black. And Ella lay on the long couch. While Mr. Boy himself slept on his king-size bed. An exception to both. Couples who marry because of debt. Ella never even expected that her life would be what it is today.

"Well, it's better this way. I can sleep comfortably on this hard couch," Ella said silently breathing a sigh of relief. Because she does not feel threatened, if she sleeps separately with the man.

Mr. Boy himself seems to have slept first since just now. Now it's Ella's turn, who catches up with him to go to Dreamland. Both eyes began to close strongly. Without feeling the fear that Ella was in the same room. With a man who is so dangerous for her.

...

Long story short, morning came, and at this time the wall clock showed 5:15 in the morning. Vaguely, Ella's two eyes opened slowly. She then rubbed her eyelids which still looked blurry. But at a time like this, suddenly...

"Water." Mr. Boy said. Ella, who was still semi-conscious, didn't react to anything. But seconds later, Mr. Boy spoke again in a higher tone.

"Water!" he said again. Ella gasped immediately and got up from the long couch. Her footsteps walked up to Mr. Boy, who was still sitting on his king-size bed.

"What? He asked for water. Hey, doesn't he have a hand? The water was next to the bed. Why even shout for me? You crazy man!" cried Ella inwardly grumbling in resentment.

"T-this is Master, the water." Ella gave him a glass of mineral water. Mr. Boy immediately took a sip to the end. And now, Ella was still standing watching the man who was drinking water.

"Why are you still here?" asked Mr. Boy suddenly. Ella was a little aghast, both eyeballs widened.

"Eh? G-good, I will prepare warm water for Master to take a bath." Ella immediately realized her job must always serve his well in this main house residence. Mr. Boy didn't have any reaction.

Ella ran around entering herself into the toilet over there. Located inside this master room. With alacrity, she filled the warm water into the bathtub pool to the brim. Along with the arrival of Mr. Boy who again had taken off all his clothes. Ella blinked her eyes again.

"You crazy guy! My eyes again had to see the sight. Kyaaaaaaa! Does he like to show off his body?" muttered Ella silently, screaming hysterically.

SET!

Mr. Boy directly entered his body into the bathtub pool that was already filled with warm water. The foam was so much that it covered the rest of his body. Ella heartily massaged his back. Finally, Ella came out of the toilet.

Yes, again Mr. Boy kicked her out after getting what he wanted.

Ella was busy preparing formal clothes for him again. Serving her husband well, even though she did not get good treatment. Although this marriage was only a contract, Ella could not let go of her responsibility to perform her duties as a wife.

"Take a shower already, clothes too. Ah, it's done! I just haven't showered and prepared myself," Ella said, wiping her sweat.

Kriek!

The sound of the bathroom door opening. Showing very beautiful scenery. Ella looked at Mr. Boy from a distance. The current one only wears a white towel and is wrapped around his waist.

Glek!

Ella took a sip of her saliva subconsciously. Both eyes widened slightly. The strange feeling suddenly presented itself. Ella's heartbeat felt chaotic. Not love, but a feeling of amazement at seeing a good body belonging to the man.

"Kyaaaaa! What are you thinking, Ella? Torn bread? Ah, no! W-why did he turn so handsome after finishing the shower?" muttered Ella silently shouting excitedly. She almost forgot that the man was a dangerous person.

"What are you looking at? You're fascinated with my body? CK, just keep that saliva of yours. Because I'm not interested in your ugly body," Mr. Boy said suddenly. Ella glared as if she couldn't believe the man's words just now. "You're cursing me in your heart? Your bulging eyeballs almost even came out," he continued to say.

"N-no, Sir. How dare I curse you in my heart? Mr. Boy, right, very kind and generous love to me and my father," Ella said. In fact, in her heart, she really cursed him with harsh words.

There was no reaction from Mr. Boy. The man put on all his clothes mutely. Yes, Mr. Boy really rarely speaks. He will only speak the words that matter. However, his words often make people hurt to hear them.

Because the man's words were so piercing to the solar plexus.

After preparing, Mr. Boy went downstairs directly to do breakfast with his family. Ella, however, chose to stay in this room. Because of her state, she has not prepared and took a shower.

"Ah, how free I am now. The man is gone. Now it's my turn to pamper myself," Ella exclaimed as she walked into the toilet.

On the other side, Mr. Boy was already in the dining room. Preparing to have breakfast together with Mom, as well as his only sister. Only the three of them live in the residence of this house.

The atmosphere of breakfast is so cold. Not a word came out of their mouths. There was no chatter or jokes. Because Mr. Boy doesn't like that. For him, if he is already in the dining room, only eating with focus must be done. Because talking too much money is not important is something sickening for him.

Wasting time, so he said.