Cold Man And Miss Stone
7. First Night [REVISED]

Emilia went down despite not knowing where the kitchen was. Just shut up and look for him here and there.

It must not be far either.

"What are you looking for?"

Emilia turned her head to the same voice as when she fell this morning. "Kitchen" he answered briefly.

"There." The young man pointed in the direction that Emilia had come to just now. "End the hallway, turn right. The kitchen's over there."

Just deserve.

Emilia stepped there, but was stopped by Rowan's voice again.

"What's your name?"

".... Ema."

"If there's nothing your Uncle says, when you're done in the kitchen, bring me some fruit. I'm in the backyard."

"Good."

Why did the child seem to be paying attention to Emilia? It was as if he knew there was something he had to see behind Emilia's back.

Little does Emilia suspect that Ahkam knows her identity, but is soon put to rest because Mahesa Mahardika will not let Emilia be here if she is really in danger.

Still in somewhat unwell condition, Emilia followed the direction Rowan told her and met the kitchen.

It's a big kitchen. Full of foreign tools for Emilia. But Emilia was once asked to be a dishwasher at the wedding of the village chief's son, so at least Emilia knew how to use the sink.

"Samuel told me to wash the dishes." Emilia told the people who were astonished at her presence.

Then he started working, and used to ignore the question mark.

There was a feeling of alertness that suddenly increased following Emilia's instincts. The maid in this room was about five people.

There was one gaze that not only contained questions, but surveillance.

Wh who?

Samuel's guy?

Emilia hurried to finish her work. Pretending not to know even though his throat was suffocated by that watchful gaze.

Quite a lot of it needs to be washed, but Emilia's hands are used to it.

"Rowan told you to bring the fruit to the backyard. Is there any fruit he doesn't eat?"

A woman looked at him not too happy. "Young Master isn't picky about food."

So he's the same. Emilia urged to call Rowan Young Master.

No. gabe.

Can't do.

The only person higher to Emilia in her life was Mahesa.

Emilia will ignore that. Open the refrigerator to pick up food, then come out with unending close supervision.

*

Turns out he's archery.

Emilia circled around the house to find Rowan Ahkam pulling a bow, throwing arrows at the target board.

He's right about the middle.

Emilia's eyes silently judged.

Rowan's arms are bigger than a teenager her age. Maybe since he was a dozen years old he was used to training muscles.

The proportion of his arm muscles also looked strong, while the strength of the arrow bow he used was a bit too low.

Why didn't he raise his bow strength?

Emilia placed the fruit on the table near Rowan's water bottle. He wanted to leave immediately because he was hungry, but the young man turned around because he realized it.

"Hey."

Emilia.

"Thank you." He dedicated to the fruit that Emilia was carrying as if affirming his gratitude intent. "And forgive my sister for saying to you. He didn't mean anything bad. Soraya's just oosing Uncle Sam."

What already?

Emilia nodded at a glance, leaving there because there was no point in her talking to Rowan.

*

Emilia's eyelids closed quietly. His breathing softened regularly before he suddenly hit the bedside, somewhat a little surprised to find a snake there.

The poisonous needle was stuck, but the snake wriggled and pecked at Emilia's arm.

The creature was thrown to the floor, rushing to find the bidder box behind his pillow.

Poison.

If Emilia's resistance to harmful substances is not high, it may die within a few seconds.

His arm went numb, so quickly Emilia injected an offer, at least to minimize the effect.

Unexpected. Emilia thought coming was a killer.

He had been waiting since he felt the stare lurking in the afternoon, but it turned out that they were sending this as an opening.

"Maybe I should thank you?" Emilia came down, stepped on the head of the dead snake.

He's just a detached animal looking for prey. Even so, he touched Emilia.

Everything that dares to touch him must not go unless it hangs in hell.

*