From Useless To Indispensable

Guilts And Regrets

"Young master, this is your room," Coldie informed as he pushed the oak door open. They both went inside and Chris was welcomed by a large luxurious room that had a spacious king-sized bed sitting at the right corner, heavily guarded with curtains.

Chris just couldn't get enough of the luxury he was seeing. He wondered the source of his grandfather's wealth and just a large company can't make him this rich. He walked up to the bed, opened the curtain, and sat on the cozy soft bed, he couldn't help but bounce on it as the softness of the bed was mesmerizing and couldn't be compared to the solid bed he slept in his father's house.

"Soft." He said. This was unlike any rooms he had seen before even the bedrooms in movies weren't as spacious as this. Everywhere in the mansion was heavily guarded even the bed making him curious but hid his curiosity himself.

"I know you're wondering why a bed would be guarded by curtains but it's just a style," Coldie said to him with a straight face, unbot