Chapter 7. First Night as Married Couple

“I repeat. Who are you?!” An old brunette woman approached her; forehead creased and expression in grim.

“M-My name is Michelle,” she said, still unable to move on from what she saw inside that red room on the second floor.

The woman’s expression changed, and raised an eyebrow as she looked at Michelle from head to toe, and then gazed back at her. “So you must be Ethan’s wife.”

“I-I am,” Michelle stuttered. “I—I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Yes, I was indeed surprise to see you coming down from the second floor,” said the woman in distate. “I am Priscilla, the housekeeper. Did you happen to enter some rooms?”

“N-No!” she lied.

Priscilla narrowed her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Well, please be cautious the next time. Ethan doesn’t like it when people enter some restricted rooms, especially on the second floor.”

Fuck, is she referring to that room? She thought.

Michelle couldn’t help but swallow hard. Sure, she felt that