We Still Don't Know What Happened That Night (3)

"… Rhode… is busy…?"

Christie tilted her head, gazing at Agatha. The latter nodded slightly, placing her 'hands' before her and bowed deeply.

"Yes, Madam Christie, Sir Rhode has something on tonight. If it is possible, please don't disturb him."

"Oh…"

Christie knitted her brows in slight dissatisfaction. She had thought of listening to him talking about interesting stories and spending the night with him as she enjoyed that a lot. Although it didn't seem like it, Rhode's physique was in fact really strong. Even though he wasn't a bodybuilder with packed muscles, he set off a mysterious and reliable vibe to her. Whenever Christie lay in his embrace, she would feel safe and secure as though her flesh and soul had found a peaceful haven. Rhode didn't know that she treated those times as her 'reward'. Whenever she saw results in her hard work, she would want to spend time hearing some amusing stories before falling asleep in his safe embrace.