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"What is it, sir? Do you need anything?" Instead of answering Eve's question, Arthur moved forward to get closer. He unwrapped the white pajama towel impatiently, revealing his small body with six-pack muscles on his stomach. The girl thought something bad was going to happen, especially if he took off the long black pants.

She ran her clean fingers through her wet hair. Arthur climbed onto the bed, the girl grumbled-- she wanted to get off the bed, but he pulled her back closer first.

"Sir?" she called half frantically, but Arthur didn't respond. The man's eyes were still staring intently at her, frightening her. Arthur looked like someone who was possessed by a demon spirit like the one he saw in the horror movie Ellania gave him.

"Arthur...!"

"ssshhh..." he hissed softly followed by a furrowed brow, asking the girl to be quiet by putting his index finger to his lips. Those cold eyes that she was desperately trying to avoid were now freezing her--for the umpteenth time. She was tran