Otis's POV
Ask me to serve her to wash up?
Serve this person who shared a bed with 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 toward 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.
I felt as if a crack had opened up inside me and cold blood was sliding down, and he actually acquiesced to what the woman said.
"Come over here and help me put my pajamas on, what are you still standing there staring at? Why are you moving so slowly."
This time the woman on the bed said again, she seemed a bit annoyed because of my hesitation.
I knew
