MSL- You Make Me Melted

I don't know how many hours I've spent, I think it's more than six hours because it's nine o'clock in the evening and I've completed five chapters of the sixty chapters. This book is so thick that to lift it alone I have to exert all my abilities.

I didn't feel hungry because every two hours the waiter came to give me food, snacks, drinks and everything I needed. I even knew where the toilet was, so even though the man wasn't around me I wasn't confused at all.

Brrttt Brtttt

Suddenly the new phone vibrated with the words Christopher Hudson calling. I immediately received his call even with trembling hands.

"Yes Sir."

"Have you finished how many chapters?" He asked.

"Five chapters."

"Don't push yourself too much, the waiter will come and show your room. You can take everything to your room and rest."

"Okay sir." I answered tremblingly.

"You can tell the waiter to take your food to the room if you don't want to eat in the dining room."

"Em . . . I refrained from asking the truth.

"Say it."

"Do you eat in the dining room?" I asked spontaneously.

"If you want it we can eat together in the dining room."

"Oh . . . not. I know you are busy."

"Ok, take a shower and go downstairs to the dining room. We will have dinner in the dining room." He said before his phone was cut off. I sighed, inexplicably every time I saw him, being close to him or even just talking on the phone with him made me very nervous.

I held my chest, making sure my heart was still beating after so many things he had been through since this morning.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before two servants came, one helped me carry things while the other walked in front to show my room.

I was even surprised by the room that was given to me as a temporary stay every time I worked in this house. I think it's no less luxurious than a five-star hotel in the city center.

"Mr. Christ asked you to clean up, he was waiting for you in the dining room."

"Ok." I nodded, but then looked at myself in the big mirror, even almost as wide as the wall of the room. I don't have clothes. Oh, am I going to wear the clothes I've been working all day for dinner with him?

My phone vibrated again, and I saw a short message coming in. "All the change of clothes are in the closet, you can wear as you like." Write it.

I rushed to the big closet with the slide door and shifted the door. OMG !!! My mouth gaped seeing that the contents were full and very neat, all even looked very fashionable and contemporary. I can't believe how she has so many women's clothes in her closet? Who do all these clothes belong to? I asked silently.