Byanca took a deep breath.

"Come on, Hendra," she said walking out of the living room.

"Okay, Miss."

Until Byanca left that house, Devan didn't even turn to look at the door.

Anna, who had finished cleaning the equipment she had used all day, was now confused. She didn't know what else to do.

'Should I just go home?'

'But what if Naila and Dave see the bruises on my face?' Anna struggled with her thoughts. If only her condition was fine as usual, maybe she wouldn't need to be so flustered like this.

Until she finally decided to go home, Anna would pretend she had the flu so Naila wouldn't suspect if she was wearing a mask.

Yes, that's the only way she can think of right now, while the blisters on her thighs, maybe she can endure it. Because staying in this house when she had nothing else to do was not a good thing, especially since Miss Byanca had already left.

Feeling that everything was in order, Anna took her bag, prepared to go home.

But before that, it seemed that she had to say goodbye to the man who was currently still in the living room.

With slow steps and a little limp, she approached Devan.

"E-excuse me, sir," Anna said in a slightly small voice, but still able to reach the man's ear.

Devan didn't answer and just glanced at her briefly.

"I-I want to go home. All my work is done," said Anna again.

Devan just responded with an "Emm" without looking at her.

"Thank you," Anna replied then started walking towards the main door.

However, she wasn't there yet, "Awww.." her body suddenly lifted.

Anna instantly froze when she saw who was holding her now, it was Devan.

"Don't hold your breath, do you want to die?"

Anna didn't realize that she was holding her breath. Maybe because Devan's actions were unexpected, suddenly carrying her bridal style, not to mention her face was very close to the man's neck, making her breath catch.

Devan took Anna to the living room and put her down on the sofa very carefully.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm doing this because you're a maid in my house. I don't want my house to be dirty just because you didn't come to work because you were sick." said Devan.

"Now take off your shoes," he pleaded again.

"W-what?"

Devan who heard Anna's response sighed, and immediately raised the woman's two legs onto his lap.

"Sir, what do you want to do?" Anna tried to pull her legs.

Devan didn't respond and instead gripped Anna's legs tightly, her free hands immediately took off the shoes and socks that the woman was wearing.

"Are you just pretending to be limping?" asked Devan when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"W-what?"

"Why are you walking like that?"

"W-what?"

"I think your hearing is indeed problematic," said Devan then stood up from his position, walked to a small room on the first floor, the room was very close to the kitchen.

Anna who was treated like that was still rooted to the spot. Repeatedly pinched her arm just to make sure what was happening right now was just a dream. And, the burning sensation in her thighs also repeatedly emphasized that this was not a dream.

Then what happens? Why is Mr. Devan acting weird like that?

"Don't hurt yourself," Devan's voice came back from behind, causing Anna to immediately turn around and find the man holding a box that she didn't know what was in it.

Sitting back next to Anna, the man opened the box he was carrying.

"Mask?" Suddenly Anna spoke.

"I know you're poor. But at least change your mask. You said that you were sick. Wearing the same mask all day will only make your pain worse. Not to mention you cleaned the whole house," Devan said at length making Anna gape.

"It must have been dusty and very dirty," he said again removing the mask from Anna's face.

"N-no, sir. Don't...don't do it," it was too late, now her face was fully exposed.

Devan was stunned, his gaze fixed on the bruises on Anna's cheeks, as well as on the wound on the corner of the woman's lips, although it had dried up, it was still very clear when observed at close range.

Only a few seconds, Devan stood up, walked to the room he had entered earlier, and come back out with the first aid kit in his hand without saying a word.historical

Anna gaped at him at a loss for words. She was having a hard time digesting what was going on right now.

"Open your mouth a little," said Devan, and Anna obediently did as the man said.

Anna grimaced as Devan rubbed something he didn't know at the corner of his lips. Maybe some kind of ointment?

It didn't stop there, Devan's fingers moved back to her cheek, applying the same thing to the bruises that were there.

"Don't get me wrong. I did all this for myself. I don't want to..."

"Yeah yeah Alright, sir," Anna interrupted immediately as if she knew what the man was going to say next.

"Wounds like this will take a long time to heal if you cover them," said Devan, rubbing his finger gently on the corner of Anna's lips, making the woman's body stiffen slightly.

"You, you shouldn't be doing this, Sir" Anna stuttered, but unfortunately Devan didn't pay any heed to what she was saying.

"Now you eat before you go home," said Devan putting the ointment-type medicine in his hand on the table.

"Are you full?"

Anna was silent, Devan preceded her and said the same thing she wanted to say.

"When do you eat?"

Anna remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"Eat or I won't let you go home?"

"W-well, sir. I'm going to eat," said Anna immediately standing up from her seat, starting to walk towards the kitchen, it's just that she had only taken a few steps and Devan grabbed her arm.

"Your leg isn't hurt. Why are you walking like that?"

Anna sat back down on the sofa, was suddenly confused.

"Now show me where your wound is."

"W-what?"

"I don't like repeating my word, Anna."

"Ah, sorry, sir."

"Where else was injured?"

"W-what?" As if she had just come to her senses, Anna responded in a higher tone of voice than before.

"Stop pretending, and show me," said Devan.

"I don't want Maid in my house ..."

"Not coming to work because of illness? Don't worry sir, I won't do that. And you better watch your attitude because someone like you shouldn't do this to me," Anna said again sounding a little firm. She didn't want her presence in this house to ruin Devan's relationship with Byanca.

Hearing Anna's refusal, Devan snorted. "Then don't get hurt."

"Do not get sick."

"Don't starve like a STUPID."

And all the words of the man managed to make Anna gawk again.