Natalie headed to the kitchen to grab the water jug for the bedroom, but—
"What… who cleaned it?" she exclaimed, surprised by the sight of the spotless kitchen. It looked as if it had never seen a mess before. She clearly remembered the chaos she had left behind while cooking—the splattered soup and cluttered counters. Now, there wasn't a single trace of it.
Justin stood beside her, humming in approval as he observed the pristine kitchen.
She turned to him. "Did you send someone to clean this?"
"Ryan was enough," Justin replied coolly, already heading toward the bedroom.
Natalie glanced around in disbelief, noting even the trash had been emptied and everything was neatly arranged. She picked up the already-filled water jug and followed him while thinking.
"Ryan? How could you ask your bodyguard—one trained like him—to do chores like this?" she asked, unable to picture the towering, broad-shouldered man meticulously scrubbing her kitchen.
