"Of course not! I'm just staring at the garden," Rebecca defended, waving her hands in front of her face, denying everything, though her face turned red from embarrassment.
"I didn't ask if you were looking at him. It seems that you're really attracted to his popping muscles, aren't you?" The maid asked derisively and chuckled.
"Lucille, if you have nothing else to say, then get out!" The young lady shouted, showing her true colors.
"Oh, come on, I just got here; don't you want us to talk about the new gardener before I leave?" Lucille asked, making her young lady's eyes widen in annoyance.
"I said, get out!" Rebecca's voice grew so loud that even everyone from outside could hear it and wondered what was going on.
"Okay. Enjoy watching him," Lucille bantered before leaving. She knew Rebecca very well since she had been working here for almost five years.
Rebbecca emitted a long, deep, audible breath and stared back at the two men outside. She blushed, seeing Emerson staring at her too with a flirty smile as he winked. With hidden but arousing admiration, Rebecca smiled back hesitantly.
"Hey! What are you looking up there?" Mario asked as he looked up to where Emerson was staring, but he saw no one. He wondered if Emerson had lost his mind. "Are you still there?"
Meanwhile, Rebecca hid herself beside the window in her bedroom, as she didn't want others to think that she was interested in their new gardener. She tried to convince herself, but no matter what she did, she couldn't hide her true feelings.
Rebecca wanted to see how Emerson planted, trimmed the weeds, used the spade, hosed the plants, etcetera, etcetera. She wanted to make herself believe that he wasn't attractive, but in the meantime, the contrary was shown in the way she acted.
When everything seemed to be singing a lullaby with the tedious afternoon and everyone was having their siesta, Emerson tried to sneak out of their room quietly, but he had accidentally awakened his roommate.
"Where are you going again?" Mario asked.
Emerson stopped in front of the door, his hand holding the doorknob. "I just want to go to the toilet. Do you want to join? Or can you stop watching me? You're not giving me the right to act on my own. You're not giving me privacy!"
"So you now know how to complain, though you don't even know how to work here? I don't really know why they took you as a gardener, though you know nothing about it," Mario insulted, his tone full of contempt.
Emerson took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He might just suddenly spill the beans about himself and murder this man for underestimating his capabilities. However, he didn't want to lose everything he had planned just because of him.
"I have to be patient," Emerson thought. "Nothing comes easy in this world. Everything I wanted, I'd always have to work hard for it, and I had already gotten used to that."
"If you've got nothing good to say, then I have to go," Emerson stated as he opened the door. He got out and slammed the door back so hard, which caused the room to shake.
"Go! And never come back!" Mario exclaimed. "What a shameless man! I'm just asking, but look at that attitude."
Emerson left the dormitory and sneakily went to the mansion. He activated the espionage version of himself. It seemed unbelievable that the most-wanted hitman in the west would become a gardener just to further his task in the east.
In the very first hours after Emerson arrived, he had begun studying the place so that he could easily make a plan of how to kill his target, and then he started carrying out his plan.
Everyone else was currently asleep; he saw no one in the farmstead. Even the guards that watch the gate were napping in the sentry box. Emerson went to the backyard of the mansion and looked for ways to get inside Rebecca's room.
Without making any noise, Emerson jumped onto the roof of the mansion. This could be the reason why those cops couldn't catch him, for he made his work clean, always came up with a plan, and had a well-stretched body.
Emerson took another jump to the second roof above. He glided towards Rebecca's room and finally reached the open window, then got inside. The bedroom was quiet and empty, except for the uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, until someone made some footsteps towards him.
When the young lady passed by, Emerson had already hid himself behind the wall. He thought he already had the opportunity to kill her, but it wasn't the right time. He hid on the other side of the wall and watched her fix the curtains while humming a song.
Rebecca's miniskirt swung with the wind coming from the window. She had no idea that someone was watching her. She glimpsed outside the window. What good weather, she thought while touching her forehead, as if she were looking for someone.
Emerson became confused about what he felt. Rebecca looked so beautiful in his eyes that the moment he saw her, he forgot about his mission. The way her hair danced with the wind, he just couldn't resist the urge to get closer.
He was about to approach her when Rebecca stared right at the spot where he was hiding. Emerson was surprised and didn't know what to do in case she caught him stalking her, but he remained steady as she slowly walked towards him.
"Miss Rebecca!" Lucille called.
Rebecca halted and stared back at Lucille. "Yes?"
"Your mother asked me to bring you some snacks. It's your favorite apple pie," Lucille replied.
"Wow! That smells good. Just put it there on the table," Rebecca ordered as she turned around and continued walking towards her destination, sighing with relief when she saw no one.
In that immediate moment, when Lucille called Rebecca, Emerson found his way out of the situation: he jumped down to the other side of the mansion and hurriedly went back to the dormitory.
"Where have you been?" Mario asked, noticing the diffused sweat on Emerson's face and the dirt on his clothes as he entered their dorm. "Were you being chased by wild bulls?" he added derisively.
Emerson did not reply, knowing that it wasn't his roommate's business anymore, and why would he ask if he even wanted him to go and wouldn't want him to come back again? Emerson just continued walking towards their room and fixed himself.
"Are you looking for something?" Lucille asked.
Rebecca faced Lucille. "I felt so uncomfortable, like someone was watching me here a while ago," she replied in a serious tone while looking directly into Lucille's eyes.
Lucille walked towards her and also checked the spot. "Perhaps you're just tired, because there's no one else here except me. But don't tell me that you're uncomfortable because I'm here." She furrowed her forehead.
"I'm serious! It's not because of you," Rebecca's replied worriedly.
"Oh my gosh! You're so cold!" Lucille exclaimed after she touched Rebecca's forehead. "You can't have a fever too."
"But my head aches because of you," Rebecca told her. "Stop playing around. I'm serious right now, okay?"
"Okay, I will go now, so that you can eat your snack and rest. Perhaps you're just tired." Lucille got out of the room, while Rebecca sat down on the chair beside the table where Lucille put her snacks.
As she peered down through the ajar window, she saw Emerson cutting the tall plants. Rebecca observed that he did not appear to take a break. She looked back at her food, thinking about the question. "Who would watch me in my own bedroom?"