Don't be a headache
Francisco's steady stride towards the mansion drew the attention of the household staff. The sight of the bloodstain on his shirt elicited concern, and their worried inquiries rang out.
Maid
Master, you are bleeding?
Maid 2
We need to call Ms. Diana.
However, Francisco, with a gesture of his hand, dismissed the suggestion.
Francisco
Did she not come home?
Maid 2
He has not returned home yet.
A sense of tension lingered in the air as the household awaited their master's next move. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, took a deep breath and proceeded towards the staircase. However, his solitude was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Emily, who had materialized on the second floor.
Emily's arched brows showed her concern as she spotted the bloodstain on Francisco's shirt. With a worried expression, she dashed towards him, inquiring urgently,
Emily
Francisco, what happened to you? Who hurt you?
Francisco's dismissal of Emily was as cold as the air that hung heavy in the mansion. In his composed manner, he questioned her presence with a directness that left no room for ambiguity.
Francisco
What are you doing here?
He asked, his tone devoid of warmth.
Francisco
Don't you have a show tomorrow?
Emily, seeking solace in the expectation of a warm welcome, presented a lamentable expression.
Emily
I have taken two days off to spend some time with you.
Her response, however, only met further indifference.
Francisco tilted his head, a subtle indication of his disapproval. His next words cut through the tension like a knife.
Francisco
Did I say for you to do it? You are acting like my lover.
Emily, visibly uncomfortable, lowered her gaze. Francisco's words had become a public embarrassment, delivered in front of the mansion's maids. The rejection stung, leaving Emily in a vulnerable position.
Francisco
Don't be a headache
Francisco continued, his dismissal clear.
Francisco
Just get out of my sight.
Without further acknowledgment, Francisco walked away, ascending the staircase and disappearing into his room. Emily, left standing in the wake of his cold rejection, clutched the edge of her seductive nightie.
She looked up at his closed door with determination in her eyes. The rejection only fueled her determination rather than discouraging her.
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