Lancelot nodded.
"Yes, young master." He was curious and wanted to ask what the problem was, but knowing his young master, it was better not to inquire.
Ryan opened the door and stepped inside. He shut the door and locked it.
There on the bed, Natasha lay, smiling at herself with her eyes closed. For some reason, this further infuriated Ryan.
With deep vexation evident on his face, he stormed towards the bed, gripped Natasha by the hand, and yanked her out of the bed.
Natasha was startled, as she had not noticed anyone coming into the room. She took deep breaths to calm herself down and looked at Ryan.
"What is the meaning of this, Ryan?" she asked. "You could have hurt me badly, do you not realize that?"
Ryan stared at her, and his face contorted in an ugly manner.
"Are you stupid? What in the world is wrong with you?" he questioned, scowling.
Natasha frowned at him. "What do you mean by that?"
