Raymond paused abruptly, not because he didn't expect anyone to be home at this time but because the voice which called out for him was his boss's. When last had Ethan come to their own Villa at the back? Most of the time, he usually called so why was he here today? And at such a bad time!
An apologetic look in his eyes, he pecked Cyprian on her lips and covered her body with the sheets before standing up from the bed.
He walked down the stairs and to the living room to see that Ethan was already settled on the sofa.
He sighed loudly, as if to announce his presence and Ethan's attention was attracted.
"Raymond," Ethan called in a suspicious tone as his gaze held Raymond's.
Eager to listen to Ethan and leave, Raymond stated his concern.
"Today is Sunday," he reminded, as Ethan had added in the job contract that he would have Sundays to himself.
