Capítulo 90: Curse of His Demon

Rain was at lost on what to respond. She moped at him silently in quick thoughts.

Derek, however, slowly sat up and began chiding her out of nowhere before she could find the right words to say; "What are you dithering for? Go on and clean." He ordered like a pompous.

Since this was her entire fault, it was only right she took responsibility for him.

"Huh?"

Rain was utterly confused at first, but soon she understood and her brows furrowed in a frown. Nevertheless, she knew better than complaining or disobeying.

Though reluctant, she turned around to fetch a bowl of water from his washroom.

By the time she returned, Derek had stripped the bed of all its covers and had piled the thick quilts into a high mound at the foot of the bed.

Only looking at the heap was sufferable to the sight, left for now washing them.