Seeing that Rika didn't want to reveal anything, Alexa no longer asked and just followed the maid out of the room she had been occupying. Her body stopped as she passed a large staircase dividing the upper room into two parts. As she expected, the house she lived in was indeed very large. The stairs are also large with quite many steps.
"I fell from there?" asked Alexa again. This time, Rika answered, trying to explain the incident in a careful tone.
"Yes, Madam. You hit your head when you fell downstairs, causing the memory loss you are currently experiencing. Initially, you and Mr. Dominic's room was located upstairs. However, Mr. Dominic moved you to a room downstairs for treatment after that incident," said Rika again. Her eyes continued to carefully watch Alexa's every move. Alexa stared at the stairs for a long time before slowly trying to climb it.
Rika didn't hold Alexa back when the woman started climbing the stairs. Instead, she tried to help Alexa climb up by holding her back so Alexa wouldn't fall. The journey up the stairs took a long time because Alexa had to stop several times when her legs began to shake due to her weakness.
"Mr. Dominic and your room are at the end of this hall, Madam."
Arriving upstairs, Rika took the initiative to tell Alexa about the location of her previous room. Alexa nodded, continuing her journey to confirm something that was on her mind.
Alexa's feet stopped in front of the large door at the end of the hall, as Rika said. Her hand gripped the doorknob for a long time before finally opening the door which felt strange to her.
Inside, Alexa saw a spacious room that had almost everything. A king-size bed is in the middle of the room, a large flat TV facing directly to the bed, and several doors lead to another room. Alexa opened the first door, which connected the room to a spacious toilet equipped with a large bathtub and shower on the other side. Her attention was focused on two toothbrushes and several women's toiletries, which were next to the bathroom sink. She nodded in satisfaction before turning to another room.
The next door connects the room with a long walk-in closet. Once again, Alexa found several clothes in her size there, joining the row of dark men's suits hanging neatly in that place.
The last door combined the bedroom with a small office, which Alexa guessed belonged to her husband. Several files are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, along with several books in various languages that also fill the shelf. Seeing the decoration and layout of the bedroom and other rooms, Alexa is convinced that her husband is a perfectionist who likes tidiness.
Satisfied with her activities exploring the room, Alexa sat down on the large bed to rest her feet. Her eyes still looked at the simple decoration of the room before stopping on a small portrait neatly framed on the chest of drawers next to the bed.
Alexa took it, taking in the young face of a dashing man flanked by an older man and woman who Alexa guessed were his parents. Alexa showed it to Rika, who had been following her like a shadow since she entered the room.
"Is this man in the middle, my husband?" Alexa asked. Rika nodded. "Yes, Madam. This is a photo of Mr. Dominic with Mr. James and Mrs. Imella, Mr. Dominic's biological parents," said Rika. Alexa nodded, then returned the photo to its original place.
"So..." Alexa looked at Rika seriously. "Why isn't there a single photo of me and my husband in this house? Even in a private place like my room, I don't see a single photo of us together. Is there an album here containing my photos? I want to see it," said Alexa calmly.
From the start, when Alexa woke up, her instincts always encouraged her to be alert in that place. There was too much awkwardness there, in a place that didn't have any warmth in it. Such a big house was left empty, only Rika, as a servant, wandered around there. Compared to home, Alexa prefers to call this place a prison made to lock her up with a supervisor who never leaves her side.
And as expected, Rika didn't immediately grant her request this time. Rika took a deep breath before looking back at Alexa with an expression that didn't change one bit.
"For that matter, before you fell, you were involved in an argument with Mr. Dominic, Madam. I don't know the details. However, at that time, you continued to scream and burn all the photos and gifts that Mr. Dominic had given you with emotion. Mr. Dominic tried to stop you, which ended up being a quarrel until you ended up falling down the stairs."
In the end, Rika told the background of the stitch wound on Alexa's head. Alexa raised her eyebrows, a little surprised to hear this new fact.
"I quarreled with my husband? Do you know what we quarreled about? Or, was my relationship with my husband not good from the start?" Alexa asked demandingly. Rika shook her head slowly, making Alexa disappointed once again.
"I'm sorry, Madam. For that question, please save it until Mr. Dominic returns. I think asking Mr. Dominic directly would be much better than asking me. Mr. Dominic will be better able to answer all your questions than me. After all, I'm just a normal servant in this house," Rika politely refused.
Now, Alexa is sure that only someone who claims to be her husband can answer her questions.
Questions about who she really is and what she is doing there.