The Throne Of The Heart
Section 37

At three o'clock in the morning, Lashira was surprised by someone who suddenly lay behind her. Though he had just fallen asleep after finding an effective way that could make him sleep soundly.

“You miss me so much that you put on my shirt while asleep?” the whisper was right in Lashira's ear. Making Lashira realize and immediately opened her eyes wide.

“Greyson?” he couldn't believe what he saw.

Lashira shook her head slowly. He must have imagined his roll turning into Greyson for missing the man too much, he thought. But all of that was denied as he felt a pair of sneaking arms encircling his waist.

The cups!

Greyson kissed Lashira briefly. Because Lashira was silent while looking at him, Greyson immediately smirked Lashira's entire face. “I go home,” Greyson said with his raspy voice.

Both of Lashira's eyes winked cutely afterwards. “Yes, maybe your life is left somewhere. Now go to sleep again, sorry I woke you.” Greyson pulls Lashira back in his arms.

“Thank God,” shimmies Lashira before closing her eyes back to sleep.

The morning..

Lashira wakes up earlier than Greyson, the girl smiles happily when she sees Greyson's face when he opens her eyes. His index finger raised touched the tip of Greyson's pointed nose very carefully.

After that he smiled with satisfaction and intended to steal a kiss on Greyson's lips without the man's knowledge. But just as he drew his face closer, Greyson had already opened his eyes while smiling smirk.

“About stealing a kiss, Mrs Masson?” asked Greyson in his raspy voice. Lashira gave a great hue from feeling very embarrassed.

Greyson closed his eyes again with a small smile. “Then be well. I'll give you a chance to kiss me as you please, but if you don't kiss me then I'll kiss you. You know what would happen if I took the initiative to kiss you?” greyson said full of ruse. Whatever choice Lashira chose would equally benefit Greyson.

“What the fuck is Grey, everything is very profitable for you and very detrimental to me.”

“Agrieved how? You enjoy it,” Greyson said.

Lashira moved away from Greyson's body, quickly getting out of bed and into a walk in closet. Greyson chuckled softly at her, he closed his eyes again as he was still sleepy.

It was already ten o'clock, Lashira who had finished her bath was preparing to go downstairs to make some food. But again the servants did not allow him to touch the kitchen utensils.

“If Madam wants something just order us,” said one of the waiters preventing Lashira from approaching the stove.

“You dare to ban me?” lashira's threat is not real. The servant lowered his head in disdain, he couldn't possibly dare but he also didn't dare to ignore Severin's orders. He and his friends can disappear without a trace if they dare to ignore Severin's words.

Lashira breathed a rude sigh, actually Lashira did not want to behave like this but if the servants still chortled to forbid it she would not take it for granted. “Greyson will not scold you, I will guarantee it.” Fearfully, the servants glanced at each other.

“Oh come on .. It's just a moment and I won't tell anyone.”

Marie who was the butler here could only nod her head in resignation as Lashira continued to forcefully. Some of the servants went to do other tasks, only Marie was there to help Lashira.

“Go Marie, I can do all this myself. You better help me tidy up my books in Grey's study, before Greyson finds out that his study turned into a broken ship because of me.” Marie nodded obediently and as she turned around she was surprised to see Greyson leaning leisurely on the refrigerator.

While Lashira, he opened a storage cabinet of foodstuffs to look for salt. “Where the hell did they put the salt?” lashira asked herself. Greyson smiled faintly looking at the fussy Lashira as he confusedly searched for ingredients.

“You need something, Mrs Masson?” asked Greyson, weighing his voice.

Lashira frowned confused as she felt familiar with the voice. “Yes, I'm looking for salt and I can't find it. They really intend to keep me away from the kitchen and other work.”

Greyson walked over and hugged Lashira from behind. The girl was aghast and almost hit Greyson on the head thinking he was someone else. “You suck! I should have really hit you earlier!” upset Lashira while taking off Greyson's embrace.

“You need salt?”

“Yes. You know you're overreacting Grey? They wouldn't let me touch kitchen utensils or any other work. For a long time my limbs became rotten because it was never used to work.”

“Then let it rot,” Greyson whispered as he brought his face closer.

Both of Lashira's eyes faded as Greyson's lips touched hers, her body instantly freezing unable to move at all.

“Go to the room and do not litter the kitchen with your behavior,” said Severin who just got to the mansion and wanted to take a can of beer in the refrigerator but instead found the indecent scene live.

Lashira was surprised of course, but Greyson had no intention of letting go of her lips at all. Even the man deepened his kiss. Shamed, Lashira bit Greyson's lips with all her might while closing her eyes to let Greyson finish his kiss.

“Wow!” Severin was amazed to see it but quickly went from there because he did not want to be the target of Greyson's tantrums after this.

Lashira felt guilty for seeing blood on Greyson's lips. Right now the man was still grimacing in pain with a squatting position. “Grey, very sorry..,” lashira who crouched down to see the state of Greyson's lips.

Greyson immediately got up while turning his face away from Lashira. “Gapapa, you continue to cook it.”

“But Gray...”.

Greyson immediately left from there leaving Lashira unsettled because she felt so guilty. Her meroon-red face turned deathly pale from recalling Severin's words last night.

Lashira took off the aprons on her body and went after Greyson who was likely currently in her study. He passed Marie and asked her to make food for him and Greyson because she did not cook for herself.

Lashira knocked on the door and she popped her head between the doors before going inside. “Grey, are you mad at me?” lashira asked as she approached Greyson timidly.

“No,” reply Greyson fast.

“Then I do, I'm sorry I bothered you, Grey.” Lashira glanced at Greyson's work laptop and it seemed Greyson was being uninterrupted at the moment. His eyes caught the wound on the man's lower lip before turning around.

“Can I talk now? J*l*you're making a scene here because you want to see you. Hence-”

Norbert's words came to a standstill when he was spotted by Greyson, hinting that Lashira was still in the room with the movement of her hand. Lashira who heard that all turned to face Greyson.

Greyson quickly closed the screen of his laptop as Lashira walked over. “I was here to apologize to you for biting you\, but what did I just hear? You still see j*l*ngmu?”