Then she picked up her phone and typed something on it with a sad pout, looking so cute.

My phone beeped in my jeans pocket and I understood she messaged me.

Smart!

I slid my hand into my pocket to take out the phone and I opened the message.

Butterfly: I'm sorry, Master to spoil your clothes. I have realised my mistake. I'm short-tempered. I did this mistake in anger. Please forgive me.

I looked at her after reading the message and found her staring at me with pleading eyes and a cute puppy face.

My heart melted seeing her face but still, I won't forgive her. I'm her Master....