Zane slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants before answering. "I've been knocking for a while, but you weren't answering. I need to check if everything is fine here."
Selina straightened her spine. "Do you have anything to say to me? If not, please use the door,"
Zane's brows furrowed as he was taken aback by the icy tone of her voice.
"Why have you been refusing to do what's needed? It's been a month since I got your meal."
Such audacity! Selina scoffed inwardly.
"I'm not your nanny, Mr Zane. It was never part of the contract that I'd serve you that way, remember?," she asserted, her tone detached and blunt as bitterness simmered in her chest.
"Right. I've gotten used to your routine and forgot that. Perhaps, you stopped lately just to seek my attention?" he murmured, his tone taunting. "Funny enough, it did work but won't go exactly like you wanted."
Selina scoffed, grasping the fabric of her cloth on the side.
