'Why is this bastard here? Did Marcello let him in?'
Eduardo thought to himself, as he narrowed his gaze. Nikolai touched his chin, forcing Eduardo to look back at him.
"Don't take your eyes off me. I came here for you, don't ignore me now" he spoke, with that mischievous grin still on his face.
Eduardo was still holding the butter spatula against his neck. He immediately beat Nikolai's hand off his chin and allowed the metal spatula to touch his neck.
"I have something dangerous in my hand so you better watch your words. I won't want to be the one responsible for your death" he warned.
Nikolai burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You're so cute, Eddy! There's no way that blunt thing can slit my throat. So, put it down!" He pushed the spatula down, creating more space between them. Eduardo was uncomfortable. He had the urge to push him away, but he couldn't. He's just a sla... A servant in the house.
