He endured the itch for three long minutes.
Finally, Dulcie ended her phone call cheerfully and returned to the bedroom.
Seeing Kysonâs grumpy expression, she asked in confusion, âWhatâs the matter, Mr.
Shaw? Are you having a cramp? Should I call the doctor?â
Kyson clenched his teeth and said in a low voice, âNo.
Come here.
Massage.
Scratch!â
Dulcie immediately set aside her phone and heeded Kysonâs instructions, diligently scratching and massaging him.
Kyson felt a wave of relief wash over him.
âWho was that on the phone?â he inquired.
âAn HR from a real estate company,â she replied.
âHe interviewed me over the phone, thought I was outgoing and nice, and asked if I could come by tomorrow for an in-person meeting.
â
Kysonâs face darkened, and a frown etched deeper lines across his features.
His voice took on a stern tone as he said, âI told you Iâd pay you a monthly allowance.
Why are you still job hunting?â
âThe two arenât mutually exclusive.
â Her mind was clear, and she laid out her thoughts.
âFirst off, when youâre back on your feet, youâll return to work, meaning youâll be gone from morning till evening.
During the day, I wonât be needed to look after you as your maid, so I can get a job without any conflict.
â
She went on, âWhen you announce to everyone in the villa that Iâm your wife, theyâre Likely to look down on me.
They still see me as just your maid.
A formal job would help me earn some respect.
Moreover, our marriage agreement didnât prohibit me from working after we got married.
I need to realize my own value, not just laze around here.
Donât you agree, Mr.
Shaw?â
Kyson was left without words.
She clearly had a knack for business, given how eloquently she justified her position.
She managed to counter his single sentence with a slew of solid arguments.
âIf you want to work, fine.
But being a sales rep is out of the question.
Cancel tomorrowâs interview.
â
His tone brooked no argument; he was laying down the law.
Dulcie was puzzled.
âWhy?â
âAs a sales rep, youâll have to attend numerous business dinners.
Being a woman, if you get drunk, it could be dangerous.
What if some unscrupulous men tamper with your drink? Money isnât worth risking your safety.
If something terrible happens, itâll be too late to regret it.
Donât come to me crying if that happens.
â
âIâm not going to cry,â Dulcie muttered under her breath, though she didnât argue further.
She admitted that his concerns were valid and that she needed to be cautious about such scenarios.
Before she could mull it over, Kyson firmly stated, âItâs settled.
No sales jobs.
Find another line of work.
â
âMr.
Shaw, this is my decisionâ¦â
Kyson cut her off, frowning and setting his phone aside, his mood souring.
âI have an important video conference with the group in half an hour.
Help me change into a suit and get my laptop ready.
â
Dulcie suppressed her frustration and said, âOkay.
â
Understanding the video conference involved business secrets, she knew she shouldnât stay.
She left the room with her notebook and pen, determined to continue her job search.
Seated in the garden, she meticulously noted down the suitable positions sheâd found.
As she focused on her search, she suddenly noticed two pairs of womenâs shoes beside her.
Looking up, she saw two young maids.