Chapter 6. Call

Cristine’s POV

“Sir Aron?” 

I was knocking on his door like I was going to make a hole in it with my hands. I have been standing here for about half an hour, and he is still not opening it!

I bit my lower lip and calmed myself before I could throw away his breakfast that I was holding.

I raised my knuckles and was preparing to knock on the door again when it suddenly opened and I saw a topless monster.

“What the fuck do you need?" His voice was so strong that it echoed around the second floor.

My lips parted at the view I was seeing right now. He was on fire—literally on fire because his nose was about to release some smoke later on.

“Good morning, sir. Here's your breakfast."

Before I could finish what I practiced earlier, he slammed the door in my face. It produced a loud noise and almost made me jump because of the impact.

I hold on to the serving plates tightly to endure this annoyance towards him. If I hadn’t stopped my