Leo felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown when he saw his boss emerge from the kitchen, still glaring at him with murderous intent. ‘Why does he always hold grudges like this?’ Leo cried silently.

“B-boss,” he stammered. “Do you still need anything from me?”

Roman looked at him with a deadpan expression that could freeze hell over. "I need you to explain why you felt the need to barge into my kitchen. Do you work there?"

“N-no,boss! I just came because the house was so quiet, and I smelled food, so I thought—”

“The house was quiet,” Roman cut in, his voice dangerously smooth. “And that...