167 Butterflies

"You know I'm hiding in here?" Denise asked in complete astonishment. Shawn seemed to be waiting only for her to come out judging by his look.

Shawn simpered. He was no longer shocked on her. She was the type who will make your head blast at any moment. She was a complete trouble maker.

He pointed his lips irritably at the disarranged picture frame on his table and arched an eyebrow before he says, "It's my room so I know how everything is arranged. No one could enter my haven except me unless I permitted it. And the maids assigned in here knew how I hate changes on my things. What is this now?"

Denise pursed her lips… She was once again caught on an awkward situation. Embarrassment ate Denise once more when Shawn threw her his piercing gaze.