THE routine continued for the next few days. The young master would give me a ride to and from school. He’d ask me to come to his room and bring snacks, and then we make out. For the first few days, I was hesitant until I got used to it. Now, I’m actually looking forward to it every day.
When the weekend came, I became curious about what would happen. Would the young master ask me to come to his room pretending to want snacks?
I started my kitchen duties excitedly. My mood changed when I found out that the young master had left the house early in the morning. I felt more disappointed when I found out that he went to the beach with some of the students from school.
Despite us going to and coming home from school every day, the young master barely talks to me in school. He also makes it
