You Don't Misunderstand

Geana Rental House

A few days later….

The ocean's beautiful eyes finally opened, blinking a few times to refract the light above that entered her eyes.

Today the dream about the events of that night repeats itself. Actually, she would rather dream of childhood memories that accompanied her for ten years, rather than dream of the worst cursed night of her life.

Luckily the dream wasn't as bad as yesterday, the woman thought—Gretta as she closed her eyes again, rubbing her palms over her face with a harsh sigh audible.

Phew...

Gretta glanced at her eyes to the side where there was an alarm clock sitting and now it was 5 am.

It was still early in the morning, Gretta continued, still in her heart.

However, because she couldn't go back to sleep until really early in the morning, she decided to get up and see if Geana had come home or not.

Gretta got up from her lie down, sat for a while to collect new life then got off the bed. She staggered a little to the door and opened it.

The living room light was still off, which meant that Geana had not returned from work.

"Is it really that hard to make money? What's more, I won't have a letter asking me to apply for a job, even if it's in a small shop," murmured Gretta sadly.

Not wanting to be dizzy on this first early morning, Gretta decided to clean the house early. Yes…, just to help, considering that she had been staying in this house for a few days, without paying.

She walked slowly as she turned on the light, so that now the room seemed clearer and the kitchen as well as the washing place was her goal at this time.

This new Gretta is doing household chores without Geana next to her. She looked at the washing machine in front of her with biting lips, trying to remember what steps to take to begin with.

"Select clothes first and check the pockets," murmured Gretta as she pulled dirty clothes out of the basket.

She lifted a sexy shirt that belonged to Geana that was worn yesterday, then frowned slightly when she smelled a familiar scent and hurriedly put it into the machine.

Brugh! Brugh!

With quick movements Gretta checked every piece of clothing she held in there, then started refilling the detergent and deodorizer in the soap dish.

"Err…, it's best to take the amount for washing this time," Gretta muttered, confused to herself.

She began to read the packaging and nodded understandingly, then measured according to the instructions for the liquid detergent on the bottle cap and poured it into a separate container.

"Wow…, this is progress for me. I should have asked Nanny to teach me how to wash and cook."

This ordinary activity made Gretta smile to herself, as if she had done something more useful than just accompanying her grandmother's work partners to dinner or lunch. Also, when she managed to tie up cooperation with several companies with her family's company.

Tsk, why do I have to remember that family again, she continued to herself.

She shook head quickly, then set the time to wash and intended to do other work. But, just as she was about to move on to another part, the sound of the door opening made her stop and decide to welcome Geana, who must have just come home.

Yes, the steps are even enthusiastic to welcome the owner of this boarding house with a bright smile. However, her smile immediately faded and was replaced with a look of fear, when she found the man yesterday standing while supporting Geana who looked exhausted.

Creak!

"Gea-

"Gretta, please, help me lay down Ana please. It's heavy," said the man without knowing that the caller was looking at him in fear.

Gretta stammered, staring between fear and pity at Geana and the man carrying the woman. She exhaled silently with her heart chanting the word reassurance over and over, hoping it worked and can make it back to normal.

Slowly, Gretta approached the two and tried to suppress her fear first, by prioritizing Geana's current state.

So, she finally managed to grab Geana's other arm, then began to walk while holding the weight of the woman's body and almost fainted.

"Where is this? Room or lying here?" the man asked as he came between the bedroom door and a room with a small table in the middle.

"I-in the room," Gretta stuttered.

"Okay."

Without awkwardness the man opened the bedroom door, as if he had often played in this small house and then after that lay Geana's limp body on the bed that Gretta had not had time to tidy up when you wake up.

Brugh!

The man exhaled with his hands on his hips, grumbling about Geana's weight with his hands busy removing the woman's shoes and stockings without awkwardness.

He again ignored it as Gretta stared at him in fear with her body slowly inching backwards, as if she was trying to run away even though she wasn't.

Gretta didn't understand why this man from yesterday looked relaxed doing this activity without her permission. She also did not get information about the man, who yesterday had traumatized her again.

"Okay! I'm sorry Ana, this is the first time you have more customers than the other bastards?" cursed the man as he straightened his back, and put his shoes on the side of the bed.

He looked back when he remembered that it wasn't just him in the bedroom, but a young woman whom he had called Gretta at the beginning.

He also realized that the woman's gaze was still the same as yesterday when she saw him, making him curse again even though in his heart because his handsome self was equated with the bastards out there.

Hey! Even though he's a bastard, but it's not his style to treat women savagely like the story he got from the woman who was unconscious—Geana.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm used to doing this with other coworkers too," he said looking at her with an awkward face, as that gaze didn't change at all.

"Y-yes."

Gretta didn't know how to respond. She was just trying to stay at a safe distance, with her hands intertwined in front of her chest.

And the man, of course, understood this.

"Then I'll go home. My job is like this, don't get me wrong. Besides being a bodyguard, I also take co-workers who are exhausted because of their 'work' and- uh! Why don't I explain."

The man suddenly stopped his explanation, frowning with his hands measuring his own mane, as he felt strange that he was so obsessed with other people's views. Moreover, in front of him was only a foreign woman and did not know her either.

Then Gretta, who at first looked serious and listened carefully to every word the man said, fell silent, confused. She even blinked her eyelids, intrigued by what the man said at the end of the sentence.

That's right, why should I explain something to her. Don't you just have to leave the room and then you're done?

Pfft….

Huh?