FIRE AND ICE 🔥~~~~~~EPISODE 19
From morning till afternoon Jeslyn didn't go downstairs to eat nor did she open her door to the maids that had been knocking.
Now it's evening and she's still inside and a maid is standing outside her door, banging and ringing the doorbell with urgency.
How many hours has it been that the guest she was warned to care for by the butler hasn't eaten? She loves her job and doesn't want to be fired.
Being under master Maverick means an automatic protective shield in this hell of a country, so the young maid was frightened by the thousands of bad thoughts running through her mind.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Ma'am, please open the door!"
There's a spare key with the butler however the man couldn't be found in the large mansion.
"Step back."
The maid turned with a start at the cold voice. She hurriedly stepped out of the way and bowed her head to avoid looking at those cold eyes owned by the demonic man she was working for.
When will this master learn to make a sound while walking? Every time, he walks around like he wasn't stepping on the ground.
While the maid was thinking that, Maverick brought out a key card and slid it through the magnet reader, and waited for it to beep green before he turned the knob and opened the door.
"You may leave." He said to the maid who still had her head down before going into the room and shutting the door.
Maverick walked to the large bed and saw the girl curled up in her sleep with messy hair and a red nose. Her gorgeous face looked pale with sweat forming on her forehead.
He lowered his height and stretched his hand to touch her forehead. Maverick knitted his brows after feeling her burning forehead and stood upright. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come to the house… now."
Maverick put his phone away and glanced around the room for a brief moment before he headed to the bathroom.
The overly gorgeous-looking man with an incredible figure came out a few seconds later with a bowl and a white towel. He sat down beside Jeslyn and turned her from the fetal position to face up.
The pale-looking Jeslyn didn't stir in her sleep for a second.
Maverick placed the towel in the bowl of water, squeezed the water out, and cleaned her face with it. The cold-looking man repeated the process a few times before folding the towel and placing it on her forehead.
He raised his hand and glanced at his inconspicuous black watch before he stood up and returned the bowl to the bathroom.
Maverick came back to sit beside the sleeping woman and glanced at her face one more time before he looked away with no changes to his facial expression.
He rested his head on the headboard with one long leg placed on the bed and the other left on the fluffy rug.
With eyes closed and expression unreadable, he stepped into the world of unknown thoughts.
A long time passed and the beeping sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes.
Maverick's bloodshed eyes flashed in the direction of the phone and the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a little. When he closed and opened his eyes again, only the redness could be seen and his face had returned to its normal emotionless state.
He stretched his hand to the top of the drawer to take his phone while looking at Jeslyn who didn't stir from the ringtone of the phone.
Answering the call, Maverick listened to what the other party was saying without uttering a word before he took the phone off his ears and placed it back on the top of the drawer.
Soon, the door dinged and a maid pushed it open. She bowed to the man sitting on the bed before stepping aside for the doctor to come in.
The doctor, a young man that was no older than Maverick, with his hair dyed white, walked into the room, holding a black suitcase.
He placed the suitcase on the bed and started to open it while saying: "I thought you called me for your son. Who is she?"
Maverick ignored him and closed his eyes with his head resting on the board again.
"I knew you wouldn't answer that. Rex left a message in the group saying someone got married. With this lady here, I think the answer is obvious."
Maverick didn't say a word and the doctor sighed. "I told you to sleep a lot but I know you never listen. Your eyes are red and your face–"
"Stop talking and do your job," Maverick said in a passive voice like the person he was talking to meant so little to him.
"If only I can. As your doctor, I think you should listen to me once in a while. Take a few days to rest. Your health is just as important as your son's. You can always run the–"
"Matt, don't push it." Maverick's voice came again like nothing, making doctor Matt sigh and shake his head.
He focused his attention on the woman lying on the bed and checked her temperature before injecting her.
"She has a high fever but that's not all. I'll take her blood sample to the lab. Am I permitted?"
"Hmm."
"Good." Doctor Matt drew Jeslyn's blood in a syringe before he kept away his materials and threw a pill bottle beside Maverick. "That's all I can help you with. I'll see you tomorrow morning with the result of her condition."
Maverick didn't open his eyes nor said a goodbye word until he heard the clicking sound of the door.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the green bottle lying beside him. He picked it up and glanced at it. He made a throwing gesture, but before he could throw it into the bin standing quietly by the side of the door, he glanced at the sleeping Jeslyn, looked at the bottle in his hand before he got up, took his phone, and walked out.
Jeslyn opened her eyes to something covering her view. She took it off her face and sluggishly sat up. She raised the fabric and saw it was a white towel.
Touching her forehead, it wasn't burning up nor was she feeling any discomfort. Wondering why a damp towel was placed on her forehead, she got down from the bed and dizziness washed over her.
She swayed and immediately held the bed for support.
"Tsk, what is wrong with me now?"
She murmured to herself before she slowly raised herself to stand for a while. When she felt that she could walk without falling, she took the towel and walked towards the bathroom to spread the towel and also wash up.
Coming back to the room, Jeslyn saw a maid standing by the door with a tray. On the tray were dishes tightly sealed.
"Good evening, ma'am, master said your food should be delivered to your room," the maid spoke out with her head lowered.
"Oh, keep it there," Jeslyn pointed to the table.
"Yes, ma'am," the maid walked hurriedly to the table and placed the tray of food on it.
"Ma'am, master said you should eat something light and healthy because it's already late at night, so I brought you some light meal." The maid explained while opening the plates of food.
"What time is it?" Jeslyn asked as she stared at the garnished pasta, a plate of grilled fish, fruits, dessert, and juice being arranged on the table.
"It's almost 11:00 PM, ma'am," the maid answered while taking the tray away.
"So late?" Jeslyn frowned. For how long did she sleep?
"Ma'am, please," The maid gestured with her hand to the table before she took a few steps to the side.
Jeslyn had already washed up in the bathroom earlier, so she sat on the couch and started to eat, after all, she was famished.
All through Jeslyn's food, the maid had her head down and didn't dare to look at her.
"Lady, what's your name?" Jeslyn asked.
"My name is Maya, ma'am."
Jeslyn's hand paused and she turned her head to look at the maid. She examined her from head to toe and her frown grew deeper. 'Why do they have the same height?'
"Raise your head and look at me," Jeslyn commanded with a cold voice, totally different from her usual cute tone.
The maid slowly did as told.
Looking at the maid, she was far prettier than that betrayer and they looked nothing alike.
"Do you have another name?" Jeslyn asked.
"No, ma'am," answered the maid.
"Oh... Then it would be hard for you to stay around me..."
"N–no, If you don't like my name ma'am, you can give me another." The maid hurriedly cut her off.
Sending her away? The master would punish her if he finds out that his guest wasn't satisfied with her.
Jeslyn raised a brow, "you are good with your name getting changed?"
"Yes, ma'am," the maid answered while nodding.
What is a change of name? She'll agree to change her family a thousand times if that would mean that she would continue to be under her master Maverick's protective umbrella.
Jeslyn nodded slightly before turning her gaze back to her food. "That's good then. From now on, I'll call you....hmm... Let me think of a better name. I'm still eating, when I'm done."
The maid smiled when she saw how the young lady changed from seriousness to being playful like a chameleon. She knew that the master cannot be friends with soft people.
A while later, Jeslyn put down her cutlery and blurted out instinctively, "Riya, get the plates out."
Maya knitted her brows in confusion. She was the only one here, so who is Riya?
Jeslyn looked up at Maya and said without a smile or the usual softness in her voice. "Riya.... I'll call you Riya from now on."
Maya smiled after her puzzlement had been cleared. "Yes, ma'am," the maid curtsied before stepping forward to get the dishes.
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Now it's evening and she's still inside and a maid is standing outside her door, banging and ringing the doorbell with urgency.
How many hours has it been that the guest she was warned to care for by the butler hasn't eaten? She loves her job and doesn't want to be fired.
Being under master Maverick means an automatic protective shield in this hell of a country, so the young maid was frightened by the thousands of bad thoughts running through her mind.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Ma'am, please open the door!"
There's a spare key with the butler however the man couldn't be found in the large mansion.
"Step back."
The maid turned with a start at the cold voice. She hurriedly stepped out of the way and bowed her head to avoid looking at those cold eyes owned by the demonic man she was working for.
When will this master learn to make a sound while walking? Every time, he walks around like he wasn't stepping on the ground.
While the maid was thinking that, Maverick brought out a key card and slid it through the magnet reader, and waited for it to beep green before he turned the knob and opened the door.
"You may leave." He said to the maid who still had her head down before going into the room and shutting the door.
Maverick walked to the large bed and saw the girl curled up in her sleep with messy hair and a red nose. Her gorgeous face looked pale with sweat forming on her forehead.
He lowered his height and stretched his hand to touch her forehead. Maverick knitted his brows after feeling her burning forehead and stood upright. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Come to the house… now."
Maverick put his phone away and glanced around the room for a brief moment before he headed to the bathroom.
The overly gorgeous-looking man with an incredible figure came out a few seconds later with a bowl and a white towel. He sat down beside Jeslyn and turned her from the fetal position to face up.
The pale-looking Jeslyn didn't stir in her sleep for a second.
Maverick placed the towel in the bowl of water, squeezed the water out, and cleaned her face with it. The cold-looking man repeated the process a few times before folding the towel and placing it on her forehead.
He raised his hand and glanced at his inconspicuous black watch before he stood up and returned the bowl to the bathroom.
Maverick came back to sit beside the sleeping woman and glanced at her face one more time before he looked away with no changes to his facial expression.
He rested his head on the headboard with one long leg placed on the bed and the other left on the fluffy rug.
With eyes closed and expression unreadable, he stepped into the world of unknown thoughts.
A long time passed and the beeping sound of his phone ringing made him open his eyes.
Maverick's bloodshed eyes flashed in the direction of the phone and the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a little. When he closed and opened his eyes again, only the redness could be seen and his face had returned to its normal emotionless state.
He stretched his hand to the top of the drawer to take his phone while looking at Jeslyn who didn't stir from the ringtone of the phone.
Answering the call, Maverick listened to what the other party was saying without uttering a word before he took the phone off his ears and placed it back on the top of the drawer.
Soon, the door dinged and a maid pushed it open. She bowed to the man sitting on the bed before stepping aside for the doctor to come in.
The doctor, a young man that was no older than Maverick, with his hair dyed white, walked into the room, holding a black suitcase.
He placed the suitcase on the bed and started to open it while saying: "I thought you called me for your son. Who is she?"
Maverick ignored him and closed his eyes with his head resting on the board again.
"I knew you wouldn't answer that. Rex left a message in the group saying someone got married. With this lady here, I think the answer is obvious."
Maverick didn't say a word and the doctor sighed. "I told you to sleep a lot but I know you never listen. Your eyes are red and your face–"
"Stop talking and do your job," Maverick said in a passive voice like the person he was talking to meant so little to him.
"If only I can. As your doctor, I think you should listen to me once in a while. Take a few days to rest. Your health is just as important as your son's. You can always run the–"
"Matt, don't push it." Maverick's voice came again like nothing, making doctor Matt sigh and shake his head.
He focused his attention on the woman lying on the bed and checked her temperature before injecting her.
"She has a high fever but that's not all. I'll take her blood sample to the lab. Am I permitted?"
"Hmm."
"Good." Doctor Matt drew Jeslyn's blood in a syringe before he kept away his materials and threw a pill bottle beside Maverick. "That's all I can help you with. I'll see you tomorrow morning with the result of her condition."
Maverick didn't open his eyes nor said a goodbye word until he heard the clicking sound of the door.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the green bottle lying beside him. He picked it up and glanced at it. He made a throwing gesture, but before he could throw it into the bin standing quietly by the side of the door, he glanced at the sleeping Jeslyn, looked at the bottle in his hand before he got up, took his phone, and walked out.
Jeslyn opened her eyes to something covering her view. She took it off her face and sluggishly sat up. She raised the fabric and saw it was a white towel.
Touching her forehead, it wasn't burning up nor was she feeling any discomfort. Wondering why a damp towel was placed on her forehead, she got down from the bed and dizziness washed over her.
She swayed and immediately held the bed for support.
"Tsk, what is wrong with me now?"
She murmured to herself before she slowly raised herself to stand for a while. When she felt that she could walk without falling, she took the towel and walked towards the bathroom to spread the towel and also wash up.
Coming back to the room, Jeslyn saw a maid standing by the door with a tray. On the tray were dishes tightly sealed.
"Good evening, ma'am, master said your food should be delivered to your room," the maid spoke out with her head lowered.
"Oh, keep it there," Jeslyn pointed to the table.
"Yes, ma'am," the maid walked hurriedly to the table and placed the tray of food on it.
"Ma'am, master said you should eat something light and healthy because it's already late at night, so I brought you some light meal." The maid explained while opening the plates of food.
"What time is it?" Jeslyn asked as she stared at the garnished pasta, a plate of grilled fish, fruits, dessert, and juice being arranged on the table.
"It's almost 11:00 PM, ma'am," the maid answered while taking the tray away.
"So late?" Jeslyn frowned. For how long did she sleep?
"Ma'am, please," The maid gestured with her hand to the table before she took a few steps to the side.
Jeslyn had already washed up in the bathroom earlier, so she sat on the couch and started to eat, after all, she was famished.
All through Jeslyn's food, the maid had her head down and didn't dare to look at her.
"Lady, what's your name?" Jeslyn asked.
"My name is Maya, ma'am."
Jeslyn's hand paused and she turned her head to look at the maid. She examined her from head to toe and her frown grew deeper. 'Why do they have the same height?'
"Raise your head and look at me," Jeslyn commanded with a cold voice, totally different from her usual cute tone.
The maid slowly did as told.
Looking at the maid, she was far prettier than that betrayer and they looked nothing alike.
"Do you have another name?" Jeslyn asked.
"No, ma'am," answered the maid.
"Oh... Then it would be hard for you to stay around me..."
"N–no, If you don't like my name ma'am, you can give me another." The maid hurriedly cut her off.
Sending her away? The master would punish her if he finds out that his guest wasn't satisfied with her.
Jeslyn raised a brow, "you are good with your name getting changed?"
"Yes, ma'am," the maid answered while nodding.
What is a change of name? She'll agree to change her family a thousand times if that would mean that she would continue to be under her master Maverick's protective umbrella.
Jeslyn nodded slightly before turning her gaze back to her food. "That's good then. From now on, I'll call you....hmm... Let me think of a better name. I'm still eating, when I'm done."
The maid smiled when she saw how the young lady changed from seriousness to being playful like a chameleon. She knew that the master cannot be friends with soft people.
A while later, Jeslyn put down her cutlery and blurted out instinctively, "Riya, get the plates out."
Maya knitted her brows in confusion. She was the only one here, so who is Riya?
Jeslyn looked up at Maya and said without a smile or the usual softness in her voice. "Riya.... I'll call you Riya from now on."
Maya smiled after her puzzlement had been cleared. "Yes, ma'am," the maid curtsied before stepping forward to get the dishes.
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