Bab 222: Routine

By the time they finished, another hour had passed, and they had just stepped out of the bath. Gabriel unwillingly released Esme's hand as she grabbed at a nearby towel. While towel-drying her hair, she heard the buzzing tone of a phone. Before she could reach for it on the untidy bed, Gabriel already had the phone against his ear, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Finally! Please! Please come back. I'm dying over here!" Luther's voice rang loud, making Esme giggle.

"Stop complaining. Did you think being my aide was an easy job?" Gabriel scolded as his eyes lightened while Esme began to dress him in one of his white shirts. 

"HAH HAH very funny, my lieeege, but an aide does not do his King's job for him. He only assists! There is soooooo much work to do. You can't just up and-"