Chapter 63 - Better apologize now or you will die of hunger

Due to the shared bathroom, Daniella needed to take shower in the night. Under the water rushing down from the shower, Daniella wiped the water off of her face.

Her eyes were closed tightly as the water streamed down from the shower, there was something strange gripping her heart, with all the thoughts in her mind, she couldn't figure out exactly what.

Her hand moved to turn off the water, and soon the cold wind from the small window above the door rustled inside, crawling her skin.

She stepped out of the shower, took the towel from the rack and dried her body, all her scars were visible. She didn't mind sharing the place with the maids but she felt uncomfortable because of her scars, even before, it's her biggest insecurity, no matter how much she tells herself that it didn't bother her, it did, the same reason why her friends had never made fun of it.

She put on her silk pajama, she used to sleep in a fully airconditioned room but the new room assigned to her only has a fan and with her silk pajama, she's certain that she will sweat overnight.

But there's no other option than to wear it. She left the bathroom and found the other 4 maids sitting on the small couch of the house watching a drama.

She smiled at them, she could read that they felt distant, she can't blame them, they know her education and being transferred to the maid rooms even though she holds a degree is certainly a downgrade.

"Are you going to sleep?" one of the maids got up with a bowl full of popcorn in her hand, a friendly smile was on her lips as she walked closer to Daniella.

"Do you like drama?" the maid continued.

Daniella mirrored her smile and nodded, "I used to watch it but I got busy with my school, so," she stretched a hand, took a handful of popcorn and shove everything in her mouth.

"What are you watching?" she said chewing her food, she saw one of the maids doing it earlier and she doesn't want them to feel distant if she started acting like one of the royals.

The maid's eyes twinkled with surprise, they squeezed their body on the couch and gave her enough space to sit on.

The television played the commercial for shampoo, all the maids started giggling as they watched the model with the skin like a snow advertising the shampoo.

Daniella's eyebrow snapped in confusion, she turned and found the four maids laughing.

"What's funny?" she asked.

The oldest maid on her side replied, "We have seen that model before. She used to date Mr. Su, she used to come here with her mom," and once again she giggled.

"Really?" she faked a smile, eyes dimming in irritation, "What's her name?"

"Camille Male," the maid on her left side replied, "But she changed her last name after she found her real father."

"No, it's not true," the other maid disagreed, "they said she only changed her last name to Lee after she found out that her father is rich."

The third maid sitting on the armchair nodded, "Yeah, remember she tweeted that her father abandoned her before?"

"Oi! The point is she dated our boss even before she finds out that her father is rich," the oldest maid stated.

"Who is her father?" Daniella asked, wondering if the maids do spend their evenings like this.

The maid was about to answer when a knock from the door sounded, the oldest maid got up, walked towards the door and opened it.

Shock registered on the old woman's face, she blinked and titled her head in perplexity, "Mr. Su, what are you doing here?"

"Where is Ms. Chen?"

Daniella's eyes swelled a bit to hear Evan's voice, her head swung to look at the door and found Evan in his pajama.

"What are you doing here?" she got up, handed the bowl of popcorn to one of the maids and walked closer to him.

"You promised you're gonna sleep in my room today."

Stunned by his words, Daniella's body frost, eyes widening in shock stared at her boss.

"When did I say that?"

"Well," Evan sighed, remembering that it was him who asked her that, "you didn't, I did," he paused, entered the house and grabbed her wrist, "But you said that we will have a talk."

Daniella's feet just followed him as he dragged her out of the room, her teeth were biting her lower lips tightly, slightly irritated by her situation.

She let him dragged her all the way to the villa. When they went to the second floor, Daniella halted and pulled her wrist from him.

"I am not going inside your room," she said bluntly, making sure that Anders and Selena standing a few meters away from them could hear it.

"Are we going argue about this again?" Evan's voice was deep, holding his patience.

"No, we are not Mr. Su, but can we talk to your study room?" she said, widening her eyes and moving her irises to Selena's direction.

"What's the difference? They are both rooms."

Daniella laughed in amusement but her hands on her side were clenching with annoyance.

"Just to your study please."

"No, Ms. Chen, I am your boss so when I say that we are going to have our talk in my room, that's where we are going to have our talk."

Daniella could see the determining shining in Evan's eyes, but she doesn't like the idea of staying in his room, not after she found out about the model.

"Does your word make any sense to you? Mr. Su, you -" she paused, seeing his eyes looking at her deeply with confusion.

"We will have our talk in this hallway then," her lips pressed together, not planning to lose in this argument.

"I am your boss, you should listen to me."

Daniella shrugged, "Well, I am not so, then fire me."

Evan was dumbfounded upon hearing it, he blinked and moved his face closer to her, "Say that again?"

Daniella smirked, moved her face closer to his ear and said, "fire me."

On the other side, Selena was startled by the fight just a few meters from them, she looked at Anders who was also confused.

"Do you think uncle will really fire her?" she whispered to Anders.

"I don't know but isn't what you want?" he asked.

Selena blew out her cheeks, for a moment she hesitated, "Yeah but my uncle might replace her with a boring one and she's letting me use her motorcycle so I can't lose her, at least for now," she whispered back.

"What should we do?"

Selena blinked, switched her eyes between her uncle and Daniella.

"Let's lock them up in the room, you push uncle Evan, ok?" Anders was not prepared for it but Selena pushed him towards his boss and with no other option, he pushed Evan and Daniella inside and immediately lock the door.

"I am sorry Mr. Su," Ander said in regret, tightly holding the doorknob.

Selena waggled her brows, moved her lips closer to the door and yelled, "You can't fire her Uncle Evan! I won't open the door until you beg for her to stay."

Selena moved a bit, and soon she heard her uncle's voice, "Are you planning to stay there overnight?"

"Don't worry, we have lots of guards. So better apologize now or you will die of hunger."

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Inside the room, Evan smirked, he pressed the lock of the door and leaned against it with both arms crossed over his stomach.

"Well, I guess we can stay here until I get my answers."

"This is such a childish move, Evan! Why would you want me here? What makes you think I would want to sleep in that bed?" Daniella's eyes were blazing with anger, index finger– shaking a bit pointed at the bed.

"You slept there yesterday."

Daniella shut her lips, took a few sighed to calm herself.

"Mr. Su, I – please let me leave."

Evan's eyes darkened, seeing her weak expression gnashed his jaw.

"Fine," he walked on the side, held the doorknob, "Just so you know, I will never force you to do something you don't like."

There was something in his voice, sorrow perhaps?

She met his eyes, with the dim light emitting from the lamp on the bedside table, Daniella could see the sadness in his eyes.

She walked two-step, the distance was enough for her hand to reach the doorknob.

She wanted to tell him everything but she just needs time. She doesn't want him to know about her not before she meets his father.

She held his hand, intertwined their fingers and walked backward dragging him with her.

"Daniella," she heard him calling her name, the voice was deep just like her thoughts.

She took in a deep sigh, placed her other hand on his chest and leaned her head against the back of her hand.

"The images you see are part of my past Evan, that's all I can say for now," she lifted her eyes, hands on his chest rose to touch his cheek.

She caressed it gently, his beard brushed on her palms, giving her a strange sensation.

"I want to see them again," he spoke, the voice remained deep.

Her eyebrows waggled, tears slightly wet her eyes.

She shook her head, feeling so weak in front of him.

"I won't ask, I just want to see," he lifted her face to look at him, "Relax and trust me," he drew his face nearer, smiled a bit as their distance shortened, "I got you."