Lady'S Gentleman
That Time... (Part 2)

Milady glazed in the elevator with classic ornaments and precious stone accented walls, it ensures the makeup is appropriate and not excessive.

Little simple black dress, and sandal wedges. His hair was still long when he was tied up with a side bangs.

She doesn't use much makeup. Just eyeliner, lipgloss and a little sunscreen foundation.

Then he sighed, trying to ease the rumbling of his hunting chest.

The 50th floor feels long.

Let it...

He wants to take his time as long as possible.

Yesterday he used the rest of his money to go to the spa after taking the rest of the plaque and the results of his graduation photo. His mother is still in the hospital, his father takes care of their assets in the lawyer, Kak Yori and his sister, Ipang wait for his mother in the hospital.

Today he settles out of the house after leaving some money from mortgaging his laptop in a drawer.

Laptop gift from his school first, because he's the best graduate and youngest.

Sad feeling...

That's the result of learning desperately to stay up late doing the practice.

Even the pawnshop employee asked him twice, Are you sure you want to pawn this?

Naturally he asked, there was the logo of his school and the spec was very good. It pawns only a few million...

Ting!

The elevator stopped on the 50th floor.

It feels like this leg wants to step... Moustache Milady.

On the 50th floor, there are only 5 units of rooms. All types of penthouse.

And unit 500 is right in the middle, in front of the elevator.

Never mind...

Just walk...

May God help him again this time.

And Milady pressed the bell button on the door.

*****

A gent.

Extremely tall.

Milady raised his head when he saw her.

The man had sharp eyes, squealing while frowning his forehead.

Milady was wary as she looked at him. Eyes that imply a lot of hatred...

This guy has been through a lot. And from the look of his face is certainly mostly not a good thing.

Its sideburns and whiskers are ash, with matching colored hair. His body was large with muscles that looked looming in his white shirt.

Milady is speechless. He can only lift his phone. Show the address listed there.

The man stared at the screen of Milady's phone, he was still expressionless, then stepped aside a little and opened the door wider.

Milady grasping his movements could mean allowing him to enter.

The room inside the penthouse stunned Milady. It sits on one of the classic sofas that are very soft.

His eyes stared at one of the giant paintings with a plaque underneath them bearing the words Amedeo Modigliani. Maybe it's the name of the painter.

Definitely not a cheap roadside painting.

The man returned while handing the crystal glass filled with cold water to Milady.

Thankfully...

His throat was dry from earlier.

Milady up to half.

The man sat on the sofa in front of Milady while fiddling with his phone.

Diamond gold-plated phone, Vertu android edition.

He looks serious.

Milady again sipped her cold water while paying attention to the furniture around her.

Then the man finished with his activities and put his phone on the table.

And look at Milady.

Milady looked back at him.

Don't know what he's gonna do.

He has never been in a situation like this.

The man glanced at the sleeping room in the corner.

Milady caught his gaze and turned to the corner.

Then wordlessly the man stood up and extended his hand towards Milady.

Milady sighed overcoming her nervousness. Drink another sip, putting the glass on the table in front of him.

And welcome the man's hand.

*****

That night...

The color is cloudless.

his strokes split the boundary between heaven and earth.

Sebastian held up a glass bottle filled with cold water as he looked out the window.

Does he need to build a higher building than this?

He wanted to know the view above the clouds...

But he said,

As humans race to build buildings to defeat the sky...

That's when the trumpet will sound.

Then he looked beside her,

Towards the bed with a messy sheet.

A girl... Up to an hour ago it was still a virgin, drooping to sleep there.

With tears still soaking her petals and cheeks.

Sleeping because of exhaustion.

Did Sebastian go too far to treat him?

He did not know how much he had to unleash his power.

Because this girl is so tiny and skinny.

A few drops of blood soaked the girl's thigh and left a spot on the bedsheet.

Sebastian moved and covered his body with a blanket.

Then he went to the bathroom.

*****

What time is it...

Milady blinked her eyes.

Then try to get up.

Her body hurts all.

He rubbed his face, then looked around him.

The reddish color of the sun was still left on the horizon, visible from behind the giant glass window.

And he shuddered.

He realized at that time he was still in a hotel, in the place of a foreign man, with a job he thought was despicable.

What good was his father putting him in, what was the use of his status as a genius student... In the end he was here peddling his body.

Is there no other job he can get?

He got the title summa cum laude, is it useless for him?

Tears rolled back her cheeks. Milady just realized his recklessness.

In fact, even becoming an expert in science does not guarantee that someone will think logically in making life decisions.

All his charters and certificates are no longer meaningful than his hungry stomach and his mother's shadow in the hospital.

A door sounded closed.

Milady looked to the side.

The gray-haired man, with the winding of a towel on his waist, approached him.

Fragrant musk scented soap tickles Milady's nose.

He immediately felt dirty.

The man took a glass bottle from the small refrigerator and placed it on a nightstand next to the bed, after loosening the metal lid.

Milady grabbed it and straightened the contents until it ran out.

*****

Milady was crying under the shower.

The pain in the lower part of his body was not comparable to the pain in his heart.

He was embarrassed and low...

The man did not treat her harshly.

For a figure as big as him, Milady was treated gently.

He even stopped his movements several times as Milady began to show signs of pain or being out of breath.

Milady rubbed her body carefully using a sponge.

He looked at his nails.

The inside of his nails were reddish, like there were traces of blood.

Milady examined every part of her body.

No scratching of wounds.

Then whose blood is it?

When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his eyes caught the man sitting on his back to Milady on the edge of the bed while incising an antiseptic liquid in his arms. The back shoulder also has a red scratch.

Uh!

That's the origin of the blood on Milady's fingernails...

Feeling guilty, Milady approached him.

The man looked at her from head to toe, especially the towel that was slung across her chest

Milady grabbed an antiseptic liquid and an organic cotton swab, then cut it on the wound on the back shoulder of the man.

There was a slow sounding from the owner of the ash hair.