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Xenon was still seated by the desk, but he wasn't working this time. Leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, he said briefly "Make me some tea." He didn't even take a look at Miya.

Miya looked around, spotted the tea and kettle on the table by the window, and brewed a cup for
Xenon. She placed the cup of tea on his desk and asked politely, "Is there anything else, Mr. Uba?"

Xenon tapped his temple with his long slim forefinger and said plainly, "| I have a headache."
Miya understood straight away and went over to give him a massage, from his upper back, shoulder blades, up to his neck and head, rather professionally.
After a while, Xenon felt much lighter and the headache, as well as the tension on his shoulders, seemed to be gone. "Have you taken any massage courses?.” Xenon asks Miya.

"Not really. But my mum used to sit and draw or play the piano for a long time, and gradually she
started to develop backache and. have tension on her shoulders. I did some research and learned a bit about Chinese massage by myself, so l used to give her massages often." Miya
explained. "Mr. Uba, you seem to have a headache often. I wonder why. I have read that it can be related to blood circulation in our neck and shoulders and even the whole back."

Xenon seemed to be lost in his memories. He didn't reply until a couple of minutes later. "Three years ago, I tried starting my own business in various industries, and there were times when I wouldn't sleep for three or four days, plus
hash living conditions. I guess it started from then.."

Miya found it difficult to believe. Xenon Uba working for days and nights without sleep
in harsh living conditions?! However, she didn't think it appropriate to ask questions and decided to change the subject. I know that oil massages help a lot with releasing tensions. It will take some time, but it works. My mum rarely has backaches now."

"I'd like you to start my treatment as soon as possible then," Xenon said.

"Me?"

Xenon chuckled. "Right. I will pay you extra. So, if you displease me and have your money deducted again, you still have the extra pay."
Now Miya felt more hopeful. This is probably a much better way to learn money, giving him
massages. But to give him oil massages means I have to touch his back. She blushed at the thought. Though they were legally married,
and they had sex once, she still found it awkward to be intimate with Xenon.

"Thanks. I will do my best to help." Miya nicely disguises her awkwardness. As she was massaging Xenon, her hair fell forward and stroked Xenon's neck now and then. The same familiar pleasant scent greeted Xenon's nose and
awakened his memories. Despite himself, he suddenly turned around to look at Miya, his eyes
fixed at the corner of her left eye again. A disappointed smile appeared on his face.
It's not her, but why does she remind me of her so much? They even have the same scent. I have never felt it from Sol. Perhaps it's just a coincidence. It's been a long time. Perhaps I don't remember it as clearly as I think. I mean, I was badly injured, and I had a fever then. But I'm sure she has a tiny mole at the corner of her left eye.

"You can leave now," Xenon said. Miya obeyed. Just before she walked out and closed the door
behind her, she plucked up her courage and asked, "Mr. Uba, what's my job exactly? What do I need to do? I mean, I've hardly done anything this morning. No one gave me any tasks or instructions."

Your job is to serve me. lI'm your only supervisor, and I'm the one that pays you.`` Xenon said plainly. Miya closed her eyes, feeling speechless. She heaved a sigh and asked, "I'm here to make tea and give you masşsages?"

"And cook for me at home," Xenon added matter-of-factly. What am I to him?! A maid? A pet? A massage therapist? Miya thought and knitted her brows. Seeing her frown and helplessness, Xenon was pleased with himself. "Any questions?" he asked coldly.

"No. Of course not." Miya answered apologetically.

"Good. Do your job well, and you will get your bonus. Now, leave Miya nodded and closed the
door.
It was already half-past, and lunch break would be over soon. Miya hadn't had lunch yet. Not knowing if the canteen was still open, she ventured out of the company and walked into a café across the road.
Worried that she would be late for work, she ordered a sandwich to take away. As she was waiting, a woman in her early thirties came
over and said, "Hi, Mrs. Uba, my boss wants to meet you."

Mrs. Uba? Miya was startled. Does she know about Xenon and me?

"Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else," Miya said calmly.

"lIt will only take you a few minutes. He's in the VIP room upstairs. You don't have to meet him, but I'm not sure if it will do your mother any good. Mr. Xenon Uba can't protect you all the time." The woman said threateningly. On hearing the mention of her mother, Miya agreed immediately. "Ok, I will go and meet him."

Miya followed the woman upstairs to the room at the end of the corridor. The woman knocked
at the door, and an alluringly pleasant voice answered, "Come in." Miya couldn't help falling in
love with the voice. She really liked Xenon's voice as well as his charming look despite the fact that he treated her as a pet, a possession, but she loved this man's Voice even more.
There was cheekiness and carelessness in it, as well as a hint of mysterious melancholy.
I bet a lot of girls would fall for him merely for his voice. Miya thought. When Miya saw him, she bit her lower lip so as not to exclaim. She was stunned by his charm.