Chapter Twenty-one

“Uhh…”.

“hmm…”

“Uhh..”

The sounds were unmistakable.

The maid's eyes widened, her expression clear from her covered mouth. Her cathoclism was most reverent to her at that point as she did the sign of the cross. Transfixed for a while, she didn't know if to knock on the door or turn around.

If she took the latter option, she had no fantastic lie to tell Mr. Charlie. The more she stood there, the more irritated - Or say tempted, she was.

A soft knock soon came on the door.

Oliver's eyes widened in a alert.

“Shit!”, Oliver exclaimed in fear, rolling over quickly.

“Uhh”, the girl breathed in both relief and exhaustion.

“What the *@#@ are you doing @#$#?! Hide quickly!”, He ordered in a sharp harsh tone. The girl struggled with the covers, trying to drag them away from the seemingly hard tucking. He struggled to buckle his belt as well as the knock persisted.

“What the @#$@ are you still doing?!”

“I’m going”, her light voice wailed, as she rolled in the cover, quickly stepping into his cup