Chapter 163 - Side Story 6 & 71 (1/2)

Side Story 6: A Servant's Life

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Hello everyone, my name is ***.

Hm? What was that? No one caught what my name was? It was probably the sound of the vacuum. I'm cleaning, you see. Anyway, my name is not important.

I belong to Evangeline's fan club if you might ask. What do we do? Simple, we support our Goddess on what she did, which was not much to tell you the truth. But our main task was to clean her home and bathe her pets, waiting for our everyday rewards of her smirking lips and haughty face.

It was a rewarding job, I tell you. Our Boss is a badass to boot. He's tough, and good looking and led a biker gang. No one suited our Queen more than he!

But lately, Boss was down. I sometimes heard him mumbling about how he hated Eric Phelps and how this man took his position in our Goddess's heart. He even took his place as our Goddess personal cook.

Can't blame him. My room even had that Eric guy's picture plastered on the wall full of holes from my darts. Some even lost their way and decided to leave our group ever since our Goddess dated this man Eric Phelps.

It was a sad and heartbreaking event. But I know a true fan and servant would still support our Queen no matter what! I was disappointed, true, but it didn't override all my other feelings for her. And I believe it would never will. She's the only reason why I believe in God! I was even rethinking my life of abandoning my double major in engineering and robotics to be her servant forever.

I was sure those guys would understand it too and they would escape the dark side when they realized only in the presence of our Goddess could they see the light.

. . .

I was exaggerating.

Boy, is this place big or what? It's hard to clean!

But anything for our Goddess!

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Chapter 71

Watching Burberry country from high above the sky from his jet, Daniel's heart pounded more than usual, reminding him of the reality he had to face. For almost a month, he had no communication with Sisley, and honestly, he was a little afraid to meet her.

Taking a large intake of air, he distracted himself with his phone. He was reminded about Lilybella since it was unusual that he didn't as much as received a single text nor message from her today. Though he kept his departure a secret to her since he didn't want to deal with her reaction of him returning to Burberry. Guilt tugged his heart.

Forget it. She can call me.

After landing, Daniel drove to his house, wanting to take a nap after an exhausting day of work. The moment he arrived in his home, he took a bath and was ready to hit his bed. Closing his eyes, tiredness swallowed him whole. It didn't take long for drowsiness to engulfed him.

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. . .

Opening his eyes, he ġrȯȧnėd, forcing his vision to look at the alarm clock beside his bed.

[6:00 PM]

Frowning, he rubbed his eyes before he sat and stretched his limbs. His stomach straight away growled in complain.

Grunting, he groggily walked to his closet and grabbed a shirt and pants. Afterwhich, he seized his keys and coat and stormed out of his bedroom.

At once, an enticing aroma hit his nose, and his already upset stomach growled even more. But he didn't mind. He was consumed with the thought that someone was inside his house. He had no cook and the maids only came during weekends to clean. He was supposed to be alone in his house.

His muscles flexed, eyes wide in alert while his hand twitched his bedroom knob. He wanted to grab a gun in his room before he confronted whatever was inside his home and call for the guards as well.

But before he opened his door and returned to his room, a familiar voice rang behind him.

”Your Highness!”

He didn't have to turn to know who it was. Rather, he didn't want to turn and face whoever was standing behind him. He wanted to go back to bed and pretend it was all a nightmare. Or maybe he was still dreaming?

”Your Highness, Highness! You're awake! Are you hungry? You're asleep since morning, and Lilybella didn't want to disturb you. So you must be hungry.”

Closing his eyes tight, Daniel's fingers clenched. Oh, God no . . . Slowly facing the beaming woman smiling from ear to ear, his eyelid twitched.

”What are you doing here?” he asked, irritation in his voice.

Pointing a finger on her chin, Lilybella tilted her head, causing an illusion that a flower might sprout over her head. ”Eh~ Your Highness, her highness didn't tell you?”

Mother? Daniel's frowned deepened, and Lilybella took upon herself to deduct that he didn't know based on his constipated expression.

”Her Highness, your mother, she said to deepen our relationship and get to know each other. She told Lilybella to go to Burberry with you!” Lilybella took her cheeks in her palms and tilted her head to the side, appearing shy to meet Daniel's eyes.

”And I agreed because Lilybella worried about his Highness being alone. So Lilybella arrived here yesterday and cleaned the house, so his Highness didn't have to worry when he arrived today.”

”. . .” Daniel massaged his almost knitted brows. The veins protruding on his forehead was adding to his headache. It took a whole minute for him to calm himself, and counting one to ten was not helping anymore to calm his nerves. He needed another distraction –– fast.