The maid's face turned as red as an apple, and she hurriedly shook her head. "I wouldn't dare…"
"What's there to not dare? If you want to crawl into my bed, I'll grant you that wish."
"Mr. Rowan… p-please don't joke like this with me." The maid was so frightened she could barely speak. Jesse Rowan was utterly unattainable for someone like her, a mere servant.
Jesse Rowan seemed to be in high spirits and laughed, "What's your name?"
"Mr. Rowan… I… my name is Sweetie."
"Sweetie? Oh, new here? Such a sweet name, such a sweet voice… doesn't that mean you must be both sweet and pretty?"
"N-no…" The maid was trembling in fear. "Mr. Rowan, shouldn't you go back and check on Miss Harry? She really seems off today. Her clothes… she's barely dressed, sitting disheveled on the sofa, not eating or drinking, just sitting there all day. Mr. Rowan, it's the first time she's been like this… We don't even dare to talk to her..."
"Since when did my business become any of yours?"
