CHAPTER 4

Emily has been living in Jonathan's Mansion for five days, even her belongings from the boarding house have been moved by Jonathan's men. That's because she whined when Rion came to give her new clothes from her employer.

"That's all, miss. Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, it's just … may I know where Jonathan has been lately? After that night, he never saw me again."

"He is on business, Miss. Is there something you want to tell him?"

"Please tell him, can I go to the office? I should at least take care of the resignation letter."

Of course, that's just an excuse. Emily just felt tired of continuing to stay silent without doing anything. Not to mention Rion answered, someone who had been watching from the doorway immediately barged in.

"Not!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes, looking at Emily sarcastically. "Don't wish you could run!"

"I-I won't run, Sir."

When he heard Emily's answer, Jonathan got even angrier. Without caring about Rion's whereabouts, he grabbed Emily's body and threw her onto the bed.

Not quite up there, Jonathan immediately pressed on her body, making it difficult for Emily to move.

"Hey! There are other people here."

"Who? I don't see anyone but the two of us," he teased.

"You crazy maniac!"

Instead of being compassionate, Jonathan felt like he wanted to keep teasing Emily, who was trying to rebel.

With great difficulty, she pushed Jonathan's muscular body, but the man's naughty hands continued to carry out attacks on her body.

She felt even more disappointed when she saw Rion just frozen with his back to them. That's when she realized that no one else could help her apart from the man in front of her.

Her tears melted, she was embarrassed to be playing because she was treated like bitch in front of other people, as if all her pride had been stripped away.

Jonathan, who was busy bothering his new woman, gasped when he saw tears flowing. "Unlucky!" he cursed as he got up and smoothed his clothes.

"Rions, go!"

"Yes sir."

Now there were only the two of them in the room, the sound of Emily's sobs that could still be heard made Jonathan sick.

"Don't cry!"

Emily got up, smoothing her messy clothes. Her hands immediately wiped the traces of tears from her eyes and cheeks. She realized the man in front of her did not like that.

"Don't piss me off, or I'll strip myself naked in front of many people!"

"At least ... tell me, what did I do wrong?"

Jonathan looked doubtful, but finally he opened his voice. "Don't call me sir."

"Aren't the others the same? So, I think I should call it that."

"Not with you, don't call me that!"

"Okay! You should have said, don't just do that. So what should I call you?"

Jonathan drew closer again, then lifted Emily's face up to make their faces closer now. "Dear. Call it that and do it sweetly like a cat."

Emily smiled wryly. After all, she had expected something like this would happen to her. Apparently, he had to accept karma after 3 years ago, calling Meydina a friend and a big traitor in his life.

"Dear."

"Say it softly, like a meowing cat … what you did earlier, was more like a dog barking!"

"Dear?" She repeated again in a fake tone while moving like a cat.

Jonathan grinned. "You're ridiculous. I just realized, what I care for is not an ordinary cat, but a wild cat," he teased.

Emily pursed her lips, she was annoyed because Jonathan had tricked her again.

"Perverted maniac!"

"Yes, you are more suited to barking like that," he continued, laughing at Emily, who was upset.

"So, can I go to work?"

"Not!"

"At least I have to submit a resignation, it's not my company that can be arbitrary."

"What if you ran away again?"

"I promise, that won't happen. Where do you think I can run to?"

"How do I know? The proof is that 3 years ago you could do it to make it difficult for me to find you again."

Emily tried to rack her brain, she really wanted to get out for a while. Met her boss, and also met Rosela—her best friend.

"Honey ... Please, I won't run away," she coaxed while making the cat move again.

"Stop! It's ridiculous."

Instead of stopping, Emily did it again, hoping that Jonathan would melt after seeing her efforts.

"Come on, I beg you ..."

"Okay, but stop your bad acting first … Stop!"

Emily cheered in her heart, finally being able to meet Rosela and get a breath of fresh air, even if only for a moment.

"Let my adjutant accompany me."

"N-no need, I can do it myself. I'll be back later, promise."

"There is no sure guarantee other than directly watching you. Go with my aide or not?"

Having no other choice, Emily finally agreed to the terms without much debate with Jonathan.

"Quickly get changed, I'll be waiting downstairs."

Jonathan walked away, leaving Emily alone. She immediately got ready, lest Jonathan change his mind—she thought.

***

Jonathan waited anxiously, even though in front of him a pile of work files was waiting.

"Should I make coffee or tea, sir?" he asked.

"No need, just tell the woman to hurry down!"

Rion approached one of the maids, then asked her to approach Emily's room according to the master's orders.

"Yes, Sir."

Actually, what was Emily doing? he thought.

"S-gentlemen, it's better to have some tea while you wait," Rion repeated, trying to calm Jonathan, who was in a rage.

Not an answer he got, instead a cynical look from his employer. "I told you no!"

"Yes sir."

Rion knew the master had anxiety problems, so he intended to suppress his anger so that the master would calm down.

Not without reason, if paranoia relapses, Jonathan can do anything that makes it difficult for all of his subordinates—especially Rion.

Luckily, it wasn't long before Emily came down from her room. She walked over to Jonathan, who was looking at her sarcastically.

He looked at Emily from head to toe, as if searching for something in her woman's body.

"Are you going to tease other men into dressing up like that?!"

Emily, who had just arrived, was astonished, even though she felt that she was just putting enough make-up on herself. "W-what does that mean? I only wear light make-up."

"That lipstick is too eye-catching, over!"

"But—"

"The powder is too thick, thin it again!"

"Sir—"

"Don't wear a skirt, just change into trousers. Then, change his clothes too, wear something long and closed!"

"But, my clothes are nothing like that."

"If you know your clothes are open like that, I forbade you to whine yesterday."

"This shirt ... open?" she asked in surprise.

In fact, the skirt she was wearing was neither tight nor sexy, her clothes weren't too revealing either, it's just that the model did quite expose her beautiful neck. For her, everything was still normal, but not for Jonathan, who was now worried.

"I don't want to!"

" Sarah, quickly drag this woman away and change her clothes."

"Okay young master," said the maid named Sarah.

Sarah took Emily, who was trying to rebel. No matter how hard Emily tries, she can't match the power of a mature woman like Sarah.

Until finally, Emily accidentally pushed Sarah's body when she was about to open her bedroom door. As a result, Sarah's forehead was bruised from hitting something and that made Emily feel very guilty.

"S-sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Sarah tried to endure the pain, she certainly knew that it was not intentional. "It's okay, miss. Please, cooperate a little, or Master will be even more furious and ban Miss from leaving."

"Well."

Emily finally followed Sarah reluctantly, they walked towards a room filled with clothes.

"Please sit down, let me find you a dress that fits your size."

Sarah immediately chose a few shirts with soft colors and trousers as Jonathan ordered.

As for Emily, she was curious because it turned out that there were many luxurious women's clothes in this Mansion. She wondered to herself, whose clothes did all of this really belong to?

It didn't take long for Sarah to come back with new clothes for her, complete with a make-up bag from a well-known brand.

"Don't worry, although I am just a maid, I am quite good at makeup."

"A-ah, yes."

"Please, Miss. Change your clothes first, I will put on make-up."

"Here?!"

"Don't mind me. Or, if Miss is uncomfortable, I will close my eyes."

Emily immediately took off her clothes, then replaced them with the clothes that Sarah had packed. She did not expect, apparently, to fit in formal clothes like that.

Previously she had worn clothes left by her mother, but the tacky designs made her discouraged from wearing them to work.

"Already."

Sarah immediately prepared to do Emily's makeup deftly. As much as possible, she chose colors that looked more natural and not flashy.

It didn't take long, now Emily is ready with a different style than usual.

"You're a talented makeup artist, Sarah," she complimented when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

"Thank you Miss. Next time, don't wear flashy make-up when you're going out, except with him."

Emily took a deep breath. "He's too overprotective."

"He has a paranoia problem. So, please don't make him angry and worried, or it won't be just you, but we also."

Emily felt even more guilty. Her life has now changed since deciding to become one of Jonathan's mistresses.

"I'm sorry Sarah."

"No need to apologize, let's go out, don't make him wait too long."

Emily followed in Sarah's footsteps. In her heart she felt sad about the situation they were in. Whatever she did later would affect Jonathan's attitude towards all the residents of the Mansion.

In the living room, Jonathan waited impatiently, but his worries were immediately dispelled when Emily returned with a new look.

"Come on!" he cried, rising from his seat.

"Hmm, can't I just go with the adjutant?"

"I can't believe you. Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car!"

Emily initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the aide who was now preparing to look at her expectantly, Emily realized that they would become victims if she refused.

Finally, she had to accept again the fact that maybe the fresh air she wanted to breathe was just his imagination.