Capítulo 6: Bisexual?

'Not that I care much but it's a lavish mansion and I will be a housekeeper here.' Lydia eyes stared the whole mansion nestled amidst a picturesque landscape. The mansion stands proudly, showcasing an exquisite blend of grey tones that dance harmoniously in the deem sunlight.

She swallowed not because she was too lousy to be working in such a grand mansion but because – whether she has to take care of this whole place on her own. This thought was quite burdening.

'I am sure there will be a few servants working here, right?' her eyes no longer stared the mansion but rather the sides of the mansion with wild weeds growing at faster rate.

Her eyes moved at a closer range now staring the big gate made of rail where she was right now. She looked at the big wide wall next to the rail and let out a deep sigh out of relief. "At least there is a doorbell and of advanced type in all." She walked carefully leaving her luggage and things right in front of the gate.

As she pressed the bell, she waited wondering when the door will open until she heard a voice coming out of the doorbell.

"If you are sent by my mother, you better leave or once I open the door for you things will be quite hectic," a husky and annoyed voice trying to shoo her away gave her a fright. She was going to be chased away before her work begins!

'Mrs. Terrie never mentioned about such thing. Was I tricked?' she looked down wondering hard with nothing really coming inside her head. "Yes?" she responded awkwardly having no real plan of leaving any sooner than three months since she already got her advanced payment. "That… I can't really leave," she scratched her forehead, "I am here as a housekeeper, sir."

She chuckled softly in this awkward situation. Inside the mansion was a rude young master reaching his thirties soon. He was lying on the coach carefreely and hearing her voice from the bell hung near the door of the living room.

He yawned, "Yet another pest trying to leech in here. My mother sure knows how to pester me to marry someone," he mumbled with a tired face.

"She keeps asking me about my preference. How to tell her that I don't prefer anyone in the least. Nothing can get me up. Sigh… so troublesome!" he looked up at the ceiling and as soon as he got a response from Lydia, he hyped up and sat back.

Ruffling through his hair as he pouted feeling annoyed, "As usual, another troublesome brat she chooses who would not falter so easily. But I am tired of playing too. Might as well kick him out on his first day… yet if he still persists, I will just ruin his head."

He got up in rage, walking fiercely toward the main door that opened with a thud. It was quite a walk to the gate passing the lawn to reach there.

Lydia saw a fierce hot ass walking toward her. she swallowed feeling a bit nervous. 'If he is the son of a 'S rank' lady then he must also be. I am not putting myself in danger, right? Though protected by law, the reality is different. It easy for a no ranker like me to die and don't even get a funeral if I get on the bad side of these rich and powerful people.'

She again swallowed clutching tightly at her newly bought overcoat that she got after getting her advanced payment. Her eyebrow tensely creased and in the colder surrounding her moment felt froze as his distance moved closer.

"You really want me to kick…" Ethan stopped in mid, standing in front of her. in midst of them a big wall like gate stood firm.

Sudden silence was quite suffocating. Lydia would've preferred more if he completed his sentence so that she could know her situation well but now all he was doing was stare her with his sharp protruding gaze. Those blue eyes like pearl felt familiar but she was faced with such tough gaze that thinking further was quite hard in her troubled brain.

The silence continued for a moment when she suddenly backed off feeling startled as Ethan suddenly clutched his paws on those rails while moving intensely closer, "Very well, you should come in."

He looked kind of satisfied in a weird way. The sudden change gave her another troublesome burden but all she could do was pick up her leather bag and a luggage and carry her all the way inside the mansion till he stopped in the living room and sat over the hand of the couch.

"Name?"

He lifted his thick eyebrows in curiosity.

Lydia took a moment as she placed her heavy things down and stood properly, "Luke Carter, sir."

Her name and identity were well created by Mrs. Terrie. There was a little doubt that her son will figure out her identity.

"What about family?" his fingers played down his lips while eyes kept sizing glances at her.

"I am an orphan. My last name is given by father from the church," she has a good memory still she repeated it in her head after seeing his face for the first time today. After all, he had a really crude personality it felt.

"Rank?"

At that question, Lydia glanced down, scratching her thumb with her finger, feeling awkward and worried that he might kick her out knowing she was good for nothing. Of course, her rank showed that but she was quite capable at doing other things. She was being hesitant but the truth needed to be spilt out after all, ranking was not something can be hidden for long, "F grade. The sub group of 'F rank' is also the lowest."

She glanced at his face. Amazingly the reaction she thought of getting was quite different then what she got. His eyes were widened at her words and he looked quite deep in his thoughts.

A smirk let out of his lips that Lydia could not really understand.

"My luck kind of great. I finally found you. No! you presented yourself to me like a prey coming to its predator den. Amazing right?" he drew his eyebrows up, asking with his beautiful lips that had a playful smirk.

Lydia responded in silence. She had no idea what this man was going on about. Rumbling some nonsense or maybe something similar. All she could think about was to get his permission to live in his house for three months to carry out her plan.

'Please don't see through my disguise and you can talk whatever you want.' She only prayed for it. Hiding her gender and pretending to be a man.

It was frightening to keep that business smile on her face while the surrounding was so cold. After all, she was in front of a 'S ranker' who could snap her neck like mincing mud without giving any shit.

"Hmm?" he gazed the girl standing in front of him from up to down.

"Haha… I will do my absolutely best to serve you, sir," awkward smile tiring her face but successfully she completed what she needed to say.

Ethan smirked. He leaned back on the chair, the sharp silver earing glinting back, the blue sapphire looked pretty and cold as his eyes. "How?"

"Ha?" Lydia tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"How are you going to serve me? There are many possible ways. If my mother has sent you to work, I guess you know I prefer men more. Maybe you will be warming my bed at night," he looked at the girl disguising herself as a man who looked charming and shiny from every angle.

Lydia denied strictly, "My purpose is to assist you in keeping your house. There is nothing to do with the bed. I can do cooking, cleaning, repairing and many more but…"

"Then you can do that too, I assume." He chuckled testing her expression.

The chances of being kicked out were more before entering his house but now the situation unfolded differently. He looked more welcoming to a lowly ranker than she has thought.

"Then I guess we will be having a peaceful cooperation. I am Ethan Terrie, Nzie Terrie's son and a rare S rank holder. Nice to meet you," he outstretched his arm, asking her to have a handshake.

The pressure was so bad that she moved her hand forward in a slow motion thinking of refusing him and all that when he grabbed her hand and felt it before shaking it.

Lydia swept her hand back, "I can't. I am sorry but I am more into girls."

A huge laughter surrounded the living room. Pitiful Lydia silently stared the man laughing crazily on his own. She wanted to differentiate between that laughter of his. Whether it was out of being amused or because of anger of getting rejected, she was deadly curious and troubled.

"Well, I do prefer man more but… hehe… I don't just go on having every pretty thing," he looked amused after all that teasing but Lydia was glad that those were just some shitty jokes and nothing more.

'He prefers men more? Does that mean he also prefer women? Bisexual?' she gave it a sudden thought and quickly jumped on the topic, "Sir, from where should I begin with? Should I clean first or cook breakfast for you?"

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