Chapter 121 - 30 (1/2)
Rozienheim Mansion, Frizkiel
The rays of sunshine shot through the gap of the roman shades and spread through the dazzling Italian marble floor and sapphire color coated walls until it reached the porcelain white face of a woman sleeping on a bed.
Without any change on her stoic face, Rozarria gradually opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw when her vision cleared was a face of a handsome man staring straight at her with a smile on his face.
Who?
”Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
Smiling at her was a man with deep blue eyes and tousled golden hair.
Ah . . . right . . . It's the son of the expedition leader . . . What was his name again . . . ?
”Good morning,” she greeted back without a curve of her lips. ”What time is it?”
”Pass the hour of eight in the morning,” the man replied with a charming smile. He reached his hand at her to c.a.r.e.s.s her face.
Recoiling, Rozarria got up and out of bed, not a care that she was n.a.k.e.d.
In an instant, the man's eyes were bridled with l.u.s.t, the bump on the sheet becoming apparent. Couldn't contain himself, he got up and sauntered towards Rozarria in all his glory. His p.e.n.i.s was erect and dangling, growing harder by the second.
Inwardly sighing, Rozarria controlled herself not to smack the man's hands when he embraced her from behind, stroking her back with his more than engorged c.o.c.k.
”Babe . . . how about we forget breakfast and eat each other instead?” he said with a deep and husky tone.
Rozarria tossed his arm away from her and grabbed her robe, and casually dr.a.p.ed it around her.
”I have some matters to attend to. Do make yourself comfortable.” Not looking back, she got out of the room, and before the man could utter anything, she closed the door shut.
”Miss.”
An older man sporting a gentleman beard and butler suit, greeted her the moment she walked out from the room.
She nodded and continued walking to her room with Haier following behind her.
”Haier, that man . . .”
”Mr. Aaron Dave, Miss.”
”Yes . . . I don't want to see him anymore.”
”As you wish.”
Brushing her hair with her hands, she asked, ”Is everything ready for the auction tonight?”
”Everything is as Miss designed.”
”Mmm . . . good.” She stopped in front of a large crystal door, and without glancing at Haier, she added, ”Have my team of stylists ready. And don't bother me for the rest of the day.”
Haier only nodded before she entered her room.
The moment she closed the door, she had nothing in her mind but to take a shower, but the blinking of the phone on her bedside table caught her attention.
No one knew the number of that phone except for her family, and thus she grabbed and checked the caller.
[It's Eric. Call me when you get this]
Without a second more, she pressed the dialed button, and it only rang for seconds before a deep voice answered on the other side.
”Roz.”
”Eric. Where are you? What are you doing? Why aren't you in Burberry and doing your job in sparkle entertainment? Don't you know what rules I broke just so the company won't fire you?” she scolded the moment she heard her little brother's voice. Her tone was angry, anxious, and a bit relieved though her face didn't display those sorts of emotions.
”Roz, I need a favor.”
”. . .”
For a moment, she couldn't replay. Instead of explaining himself to his worried older sister like a good little brother would do, he was changing the topic, completely ignoring her feelings.
He never changed.
Sighing, she asked, ”What is it?”
”There should be a woman named Evangeline Heart who will enter your company. I want you to accept her and place me as her assistant.”
”. . .”
That girl again? Of course, she knew who Evangeline was in her little brother's life. The reason his brother was now nowhere to be seen, distracted, and foolish for forgetting his goal.