YM778.TV Chapter 742 His Slave
Chapter 742 His Slave
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[ At Alexander\'s Place… ]
Hanabi woke up in an unfamiliar place. She blinked in puzzlement. Though she didn\'t feel any headache or suffer from a hangover, she couldn\'t remember some of her last night\'s memories. The last thing she remembered was talking to Alexander about Jane, Nathan, Tatsumi, and Vincent while drinking.
"Where the hell I am?" Hanabi exclaimed as she rose from the bed, startled to find herself wearing different clothes from her yesterday\'s attire. A gasp escaped her lips as she realized that someone had taken the liberty of changing her clothes. "Damn! Who dared to change my clothes?"
"Don\'t tell me… it\'s Alexander!" Her eyes set ablaze at that thought. Alexander was the last person she could remember last night.
She hurriedly proceeded to the bathroom to check herself. Aside from her reddish cheeks and swollen lips, everything seemed normal. "Damn! What happened last night?"
Hanabi continued her best to crack her brain to remember anything but to her disappointment, she blacked out. She was still lost in her thoughts when she heard a knock.
Hanabi raised her eyebrow, staying cautious as she shifted her gaze to the closed door. She scanned her surroundings, looking for a possible weapon she could use. She assumed that she was in an enemy\'s territory. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Hanabi raised her eyebrow, staying cautious as she shifted her gaze to the closed door. She scanned her surroundings, looking for a possible weapon she could use. She assumed that she was in an enemy\'s territory.
After a brief moment, she noticed a vibrant ceramic vase positioned on her bedside table. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly grabbed it, assuming a defensive stance on the left side of the door, prepared to strike anyone who dared to enter the room. Her senses were heightened, and her gaze was sharp, ready for any unexpected intruder.
Knock! Knock!
She heard another knock. But she ignored it. She pretended to be asleep, refusing to acknowledge the sounds at her door. Gradually, her keen ears picked up the subtle creaking of the doorknob being turned from the outside. Tension filled the room as she braced herself, the ceramic vase held firmly in her grip, ready to confront the person who was about to enter the room.
As the door slowly swung open, Hanabi\'s senses heightened. A silhouette emerged, cautiously stepping into the room. In one swift motion, she lunged forward, brandishing the vase as a makeshift weapon. Before the intruder could react, she stopped short, freezing at the sight before her.
The person standing in the doorway wasn\'t a threat. It was a middle-aged woman, holding a tray with a steaming cup of tea and toasted bread for breakfast.
The maid froze in her spot, dumbfounded by Hanabi\'s current position. She was holding the expensive vase, one of the collections of Alexander\'s father.
"Miss, please put it down. Don\'t break it!" The maid advised her with concern.
Relaxing her grip on the vase, Hanabi just smiled sheepishly before returning the vase to its proper place. "I\'m sorry about that. Did I scare you?"
The middle-aged woman nodded her head. "Yes. Young Master\'s father is very protective of his collections. He will run wild if you break that."
"Miss Hanabi. I hope you slept well. I brought you some tea and breakfast. You must be hungry now," the woman said with a warm smile.
"Thank you for this. By the way, who are you, and why am I here?" she demanded, a mix of confusion and suspicion in her eyes.
The woman chuckled gently, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "My apologies for the surprise. I\'m Amelia, and you\'re at the estate of Lord Alexander. He brought you here last night in your drunken state. You were totally wasted."
Hanabi\'s brows furrowed as she recalled the drinking competition she proposed to Alexander the previous night. \'Oh Shit! Did I lose? I got drunk first?\' She found herself at a loss for words.
The maid couldn\'t stop herself from smiling as she watched Hanabi in amusement. "What\'s wrong, Amelia?" Hanabi asked her, noticing Amelia\'s strange gazes.
"I\'m sorry, Miss Hanabi. It\'s just that… I can\'t forget the stocking scene last night."
Hanabi\'s curiosity intensified further. "What do you mean? What happened last night? I can\'t remember anything."
"Young Master Alexander was furious. But he still carried you in his arms. Do you know that young master\'s clothes are soaked with your vomit? He had the urge to throw you on the floor. But he surprisingly brought you to the guest room."
Hanabi: "..."
"Wait, Alexander carried me?" Hanabi\'s eyes widened in disbelief as she processed the information. The mention of her vomit and Alexander\'s unexpected actions left her momentarily speechless.
Amelia nodded sympathetically. "Yes, indeed. He seemed quite upset, but he still chose to take care of you. He even asked me to change your clothes to ensure you were comfortable. Young Master Alexander can be unpredictable at times."
Hanabi\'s mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She couldn\'t deny feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, realizing that Alexander had gone out of his way to help her, despite her less-than-ideal condition.
"Where is he now?" Hanabi finally spoke, her curiosity overcoming the awkwardness of the situation.
"He left a message saying he had urgent matters to attend to. If you need anything, just ring the bell, and someone will assist you," Amelia replied before excusing herself from the room, leaving Hanabi alone to contemplate the unexpected turn of events.
When Amelia left, Hanabi sat on the edge of the bed, still processing the information. She felt a strange mix of emotions—gratitude for Alexander\'s unexpected kindness, embarrassment for the mess she created, and curiosity about his sudden departure. "What have I done?" Regret and self-reflection overwhelmed her as Hanabi lay down on the bed, her face hidden in her hands. "I lost last night. Do I have to serve him for three days? But I have to go back to Country M to continue my task of protecting Abigail from potential threats."
"I should probably ask him to let me go," she mumbled to herself. However, after a moment\'s consideration, she shook her head, dismissing the thought. It was clear that Alexander was furious with her, and she couldn\'t blame him. After all, she had showered him with her own vomit!
"Damn! The deal is a deal! I won\'t turn back on my words. However… Why do I feel like he will make my life miserable for the next three days as part of his revenge!" She exclaimed exasperatedly.
Hanabi continued to toss and turn in bed when another figure entered the room. She involuntarily tumbled off the bed upon locking eyes with a pair of cold, piercing eyes. Alexander stood in front of her with his sharp gaze.
Thud!
\'Why is he here now? I thought he had left,\' Hanabi thought, feeling no physical pain from her fall. However, the shame of facing him after last night\'s embarrassing episode was overwhelming. She fervently wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Alexander\'s voice was composed, but an underlying tone of irritation lingered in the air. He observed her with an unreadable gaze, seemingly unaffected by her presence on the floor.
Hanabi, feeling a mixture of guilt and embarrassment, struggled to find the right words. "I... I don\'t remember much," she admitted sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.
"You don\'t remember?" Alexander\'s eyebrows furrowed, his stern expression visible. "I drank too much," Hanabi retorted, trying to hide her embarrassment.
\'Does it mean she forgot about the kiss?\' Alexander sighed, a mix of frustration and disappointment crossing his features.
"Did you sleep well?" Alexander asked her meaningfully, his lips curling up in a dangerous smile. "Y-Yes," she stammered a little. Then she stood up.
"Good! Now, you will start serving me. You are my slave for three days!" He declared.
Hanabi: "..."