Otis's POV

 

Ask me to serve her to wash up?

 

Serve this person who was in the same bed as Conrad last night?

 

Her words made me freeze in place, the job of a personal maid didn't seem to serve anyone other than Conrad.

 

I looked up towards Conrad, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, expecting some response from him, but my hopes were soon dashed.

 

Conrad only frowned at this situation, but did not make a sound, he did not stop the woman in front of him.

 

I felt as if a crack had opened up inside me and cold blood was sliding down, and he...