"It must be my lucky day to stumble upon you," Fred said with a low, lustful tone. He was advancing into whatever little space was left between them, disregarding any type of personal space. At this point, Layla was sure the new maid could feel his breath on her.
But unlike Layla, who was panicking, the new maid was quiet and composed. She simply stared into his eyes, nonchalantly, as if this whole situation were nothing to her. Similar to how she handled the maid with the ginger hair,
However, he didn't see it as an insult and instead wore an eerie grin. His face drew close to hers, as he took a long sniff of her hair.
He exhaled slowly and said, in a raspy voice, "I like that defiant look. It makes me-"
"What's going on here?" Layla came forward from her spot.
She can't believe she was helping the same person for the second time. How can someone get into problems so frequently?
The new maid's golden eyes brightened at the sight of Layla.
