The louder their voices were, the more freely they felt to talk without consequences. Jessica felt cold though she was covered in the quilt. Jessica felt cold though she was covered in the quilt.

There was no light in the room.

James hasn't returned.

Jessica, after taking a bath, lay on the soft bad. Her intriguing eyes started at the luxurious curvy chandelier in the ceiling. The pure moonlight from outside the window shined on the side of her face. It was like her cheek was being touched by a hand gently.

At the time, Jessica heard how a car drove through the grass. It went from afar and got closer. Finally, the engine sound stopped.

The door of the mansion was quickly pulled open. Jessica could hear those two younger maids' sweet sounds, saying, "Master James, you're back."

He was back.

That strange man was back.

They all addressed Mr. Moore to him.

And the younger maids asked Jessica to call him master because he bought her.

Hearing the footsteps more and more clear, Jessica trembled underneath the satin quilt.

Then the door was clicked open. Someone with a strong presence came in.

As Jessica knew, James Moore came back. He walked in the darkroom and deliberately slowed down. He approached the wall and opened the wall light.

The bright light shined on the girl lying on the bed.

James looked up with crystal eyes and looked at Jessica. She buried herself underneath the satin quilt and left nothing but a small head.

Her dark hair was all on the white pillow. Her long and curvy eyelashes slightly trembled, which gave her away. Was she faking sleep?

And Jessica looked terrified.

James came to the bed and couldn't help reaching out to fiddle with her eyelashes. But Jessica suddenly opened her eyes and got up. She moved too far back. Bang! Her back hit the head of the bed and made a huge noise.

But she was more terrified of James compared with the pain.

She was in such pain that tears were in her eyes. But she put up with it and didn't scream.

James frowned and was about to ask where Jessica was hurt. But she moved farther back to get away from him.

James asked, "Are you scared of me?"

Jessica thought that wasn't enough to cover her feelings. But her body and actions acted before she could figure it out. She was so frightened that she opened the quilt and got out of the bed with bare feet. She knelt next to James's feet, saying, "Master, let me go back. I will take none of your money."

"Master?" James became mad because of what Jessica called him. Besides, she was frightened. That made James more furious.

Jessica answered, "They say you bought me, and I should call you, master." She bent over. Apparently, she had no memory of how she was the lofty dame, and James was her indulgent bodyguard.

Time passed, and many have changed. But what remained the same was James's pretty face.

Jessica changed. She was more and more frightened of him. She couldn't wait to get away from him.

At the moment, James was standing, and Jessica was kneeling. He was condescending to look down at her. His look suddenly changed when he looked at her with crystal eyes.

Jessica wore a man's shirt. It was baggy and wrapped her completely. He could see her long legs kneeling on the ground. Her brown hair was on her shoulders and slid off. It was in the air and smelt nice.

Jessica was wearing his shirt.

It was the first time another woman wore his shirt. It was the first time he felt the urge to blend her in his blood. The blood in his body reached boiling point and started boiling.

Under the bright light, Jessica's face was enchanting. Although she was slim, she deserved to be called an absolute beauty.

Jessica stared at Jessica with crystal eyes. Jessica lowered her head like a kid who did something wrong.

James has seen a lot of women. But he has never met one whose beauty was so clean and pure.

If he used to know Jessica, James wondered how he lost her.

James said, "Get up." He hated it when she talked to him with a pleasing tone. The more she acted like this, the more it suggested that she was afraid of him.

James didn't want Jessica to be scared of high.

Jessica shook her head, saying, "Master, will you let me go?"

James, hearing Jessica called him master again, grabbed her arms and suddenly pulled her up, saying, "Who told you to call me the master?"

Although Jessica got up and could see his face, she still bent over if she looked up. She was really afraid of him and wouldn't look at him.

James pinched her chin with the index finger and thumb, forcing her to look up at him.

They were so close, but Jessica still couldn't focus on his face. His face wasn't in her eyes.

Jessica answered, "The maids told me to call you, master."

James felt his heart was ripped apart, seeing how trembled Jessica was. He got off her and suddenly put her in his arms gently. Then he pressed the bell next to the bed, saying, "Ask the two maids to come here."

A few minutes later, the two maids came in with flirting looks.

They thought James asked them for something else. But seeing how he held Jessica in his arms, they had bad feelings at once. They couldn't help getting flustered.

James roared, "Kneel!"

He has tried to keep his voice at the lowest volume in case Jessica was frightened. But things went the opposite as he wished. Jessica was shocked and shrunk in his arms. She got so stiff as a statue.

The two maids were in such a shock that they knelt immediately.

James ordered, "Slap each other on the face until I tell you to stop."

The two maids' looks changed. They reached out their hands to start slapping each other.

They slapped each other one time after another and each time harder than before. After all, they weren't slapping their own faces, so they were dedicated to it. They were trying to know who had greater strength through the slapping contest, and the slappings sound raised one after another.

They didn't know how many rounds they went. But both their faces were red and swollen when they looked at each other with dissatisfaction and hate.

James asked, "Do you know why I order you to do so?"

They answered, "It's our fault."

James asked, "How so?"

No matter how bad they were at reading the room, they knew James was never closer to any woman, not even Erin Darling.

So they answered with a crying voice, "We didn't serve Miss Clifford right."

James asked, "Do you tell her to call me the master?"

One maid froze. She only told Jessica so because it was funny. And she felt good. But who knew James was so bothered.

What spells did Jessica cast on James and made him punish them over a name? They wondered.

Although they didn't want to admit failure, they had to apologize in front of James.

They said, "We won't do so anymore."

James said, "Get out!"

The two maids left backward with heads bending over. There were two figures close to each other left in the room.

The curtain in front of the window from afar was blown. The image James and Jessica stood together, looked like a painting.

Actually, Jessica was in James's hugs, not willingly. She didn't know how long they stood there, but she felt it was the limit of her patience.

Jessica moved around and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Moore, do you spend a lot to buy me from the black market as your sex slave? I'll pay you back as long as you let me go."