The following day, Nigel stood outside the guest room with a bag in his hand. It was already past 8.00AM, and the woman who agreed to wake up the night before was completely quiet inside the room.
He bit his lip for a moment before he stepped forward to knock on her door. Queenie was. barely awake when she heard the manâs knock on her door, and she mumbled some words in response to him. âStop knocking. Momâ¦. Iâm comingâ¦â
All of a sudden, something seemed to click in her mind, and she immediately opened her eyes wide.
She took in the unfamiliar room around her and quickly recalled everything that had happened the night before. Ah! What time is it? She threw the sheets off her before rushing to the door with her sleeping robe on. While opening the door, she pushed her hair back and put on a wide grin on her face. âHey, Young Master Nigel. Good morning!â
The girlâs smile was as bright as the sun, and her lips were as red as roses. Her wrinkled sleeping robe and her messy hair gave her a lazy yet adorable look. The loose sleeping robe revealed the bare skin below her collarbones, and Nigel found himself stunned when he saw the girl in front. of his eyes. For some reason, he felt a lump building up in his throat, and he quickly turned his head away as he shoved the bag of clothes into the girlâs hand. âI want you in the garage in five minutes. If you donât reach in time, you wonât get the job,â he uttered.
âI got it. Iâll be right there.â The girl immediately grabbed the bag and shut the door behind her. Nigel let out a soft sigh. His mind had been occupied by thoughts of the meeting he was about to have later, but he couldnât seem to focus on anything else after he saw the girlâs smile. He shook his head furiously as he walked toward the elevator.
Meanwhile, Queenieâs room was like a battlefield. She hastily threw a shirt on before pulling a pencil skirt up to her waist. Then, she rushed to brush her teeth and wash her face in the washroom before pulling her hair back into a half-bun. Once she was done, she sped out of the room. She knew that she didnât have much time, and she wasnât sure if her five minutes were up, but she rushed down to the garage anyway.
When she got downstairs, she found the man dressed in white shirt and white slacks. He was sitting on the couch in the garage. The regular man might not have been able to pull off a full white outfit, but Nigel seemed especially elegant and posh in it. Furthermore, there was a mixture of class and trendiness in the aura he gave off, so whatever he wore somehow made him seem unique.
He had one leg crossed over the other as he glanced at the watch on his wrist. He looked as if he was very focused on the time. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Was I late?â Queenie asked the moment she appeared.
The man scanned her from head to toe before he let out a laugh. âAre you planning to wear slippers to work?â he asked.