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Miya followed the chief maid through the carpeted corridor. It was so quiet that she could even hear her own breathing. They stopped outside one of the rooms.

"Mrs. Uba, this is your room. Let me know if you need anything." The chief maid said politely.

"Where is Mr. Uba's room?" Miya looked around with curiosity and asked.

"Here," The maid pointed to the room opposite Miya's, "And the study is over there down the
corridor."

"Thanks."

The maid bowed and went downstairs.
Miya's jaw dropped as she opened the door and walked into her room. It was spacious and well equipped with a bathroom, a walk-in closet, which was filled with beautiful clothes, shoes and
bags, and a study. Every item was. neatly placed. The décor was simple yet elegant. Miya lay down on the soft velvet bed and suddenly realized how exhausted she was. After a while, she dragged herself out of bed and ran to the bathtub, added a few drops of essential oil, and Soon the pleasant and soothing aroma filled the room. When she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, she saw Xenon standing by the French window, smoking.

Miya's heart sank, but she tried to remain calm and said with a smile, "Mr. Uba, I thought you were aşleep. It's quite late now."

"Why? Can't I sleep in your bedroom?" Xenon turned around and asked.

Miya clenched her bathrobe tight and answered, "Of course you can. Everything here, including me, is yours.

"Correct. I'm glad you know.' Xenon said plainly. He marňed Miya merely because she reminded him of the girl in her memory and his grandfather had been pushing him. He had no feelings towards her at all, not in the beginning, however, sòmehow, he felt like getting to know her better after seeing her masterỳ and artistry of cooking.
She's mine anyway. I can have her anytime I want. He thought and beckoned her over.

Miya didn't like the way he beckoned her with his finger, but she didn't show it. She walked towards him obediently. Seeing how stiff and unnatural she was, Xenon was displeased. "What are you? A robot? Do you understand what your job is?"

"Yes. To please you." Miya answered, but she found it difficult and very awkward to be flirtatious. She stood still.

Xenon frowned. He held her chin up and stroked her lips with his thumb. "What if I deduct..."

"Don't. Please don't." Miya said immediately.

"But, we know so little about each other. We have no feelings towards each other." You are merely the possession of mine. What's this talk about feelings?" Xenon said coldly as he slid his finger from her lips down her neck towards her collarbone.

Miya was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She felt his finger moving downwards and resting on her right breast. She bit her lips and said, "Mr. Xenon Uba, you must have had all sorts of
excellent and beautiful women. Surely, I'm merely a common girl to you compared to those that you have met. I don't think I'm good enough tò please you."

"Ive married you anyway. Whether you are good enough or not, I shall find out. Also, why would I look for others when I have got one here that I've paid for?" Xenon said matter-of-factly.

Miya was rather shocked by Xenon's reply. Does that mean he's not interested in other women?
But pretty much all the rich young men have love affairs with numerous women.

"What's that look about?" Xenon held her chin up and questioned it angrily.

"I didn't meàn to. Sorry." Miya felt the grip on her chin tighten. It hurt. She had to explain honestly,
"l was just wondering that you must have had many women, but why me? l'm..."

Xenon chuckled, "Ha-ha. Do you mean women or men?"

"Really? You like men?" Miya exclaimed.

Xenon tightened his grip.

"There were rumors... didn't know..." Miya explained.

"I will show you then," Xenon said sternly and released her. He sat down on the bed, put a pillow behind his back, and stretched out his legs casually. "Get the first aid box in the left drawer of the table." He ordered.

"Ok.' Miya did what he asked and put the box down next to him.

"Anything else?" She asked. Xenon rolled his eyes and said, "Sometimes you are so dumb. Clean and bandage a cut on your fingers."

It had been a long day, and Miya was so tired that she had forgottęn about the injury, but now
that she was reminded, she felt the pain return.
She cleaned the cut and bandaged her fingers while thinking, he's such a strange one, cruel and considerate at the same time. Miya threw a glance at him and happened to meet Xenon's eyes. She quickly looked away and lowered her head.

Xenon watched her closely, noticing the smooth and fair skin of her naked neck and shoulders. He extended his hand subconsciously and stroked her left brow, his eyes fixed at the corner of her left eye, the same spot. He šeemed disappointed. It's the same face, but she's not
her.
The gentleness in his look suddenly disappeared, and he coldly demanded, "Please me right now."

"Huh?!" Miya looked up at him instantly, shocked. Seeing his impatient look, she knew she had to do something, worried that he would be displeased.

Miya leaned towards him, and as she was about to kiss him, Xenon turned his head away in
disdain. He swiftly grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, turned around, and placed her on the bed under him.
The weight of his body and the familiar scent of tobacco and cologne reminded Miya of the
vague memories of the first night they met. It was a night of pain and pleasure.

"You can't kiss me without my permission. Your main job is to please my lower torso." Xenon said
coldly.