"Good morning," Hilary's hoarse voice cut in.
His deep-socketed eyes were fixed on Freya's.
He lifted her head slightly and retrieved a key from beneath the pillow where she had slept.
Freya's eyes widened, words frozen in her throat.
Hilary has been watching her and waiting for her to wake up before he carries his keys? Freya thought to herself.
If he truly wanted to take his keys, then why hadn't he woken her?
He must have come into her room for something else, she thought, her chest tightening with unease.
But he wasn't interested in her body,he even queried her last night because of the silky and transparent pyjamas she wore.
Besides he never did liked her since school,he never missed any opportunity to make her feel small.
Hilary had stated clearly that,there would be no sort of romance whatsoever between them.
And Freya was glad, but one thing she knew was that Hilary wasn't a saint,she had caught him several times kissing different girls in highschool.
Probably he wasn't interested in her body.
Hilary took his wallet and looked through it,he pulled out a debit card and kept in front of Freya.
With a raised brow Freya looked at him confused.
This card is for you,get anything you need,he looked for a pen and paper and wrote down the pin before handing the paper to her.
I don't mind you spending the money,but you need to keep track of whatever you spend.
Hilary did not mind giving her money,he had more than he could spend.
"At least my wife can help me make use of the money," Hilary said flatly.
"Don't worry, I have my own money," Freya snapped, her voice edged with anger.
"You won't be using your card from now on," he countered coldly. "Everything you need, you'll buy with mine."
Freya could not stand Hilary's attitude,so she slipped back the debit card to him
without hesitation.
It was not like she could not accept his money,but his attitude rubbed her face.
He made her seem like she was after his money.
Hilary realized his words might have wounded Freya's pride.
Softening his tone, he placed the card back into her hand.
"Take it," he said gently. "Buy whatever you wish. Don't trouble yourself with keeping records for me."
Freya was not a fool,he trusted Freya so much to give her his card and PIN,he knows of ladies who pretend to be nice to get access of a man's property. He'd see if she was one of them he won't allow her naivety deceive him.
Since it was the weekend, Hilary watched Freya swept,mop and tidy up the house. He wanted to say something but he held his words.
The maids were to cover house chores in his house, not the other way round.
Now that Freya was done she went to her room to clean up.
Once she was done she wore a baggy black combat pants with a white T_shirt and a Snickers to match with,her dress was simple as she was just going to see her mother.
She carried a tote bag,she had put the new samosa recipe she tried for her mom to try out.
She wore a sunglass and a black face cap,
Freya walked out of the room and told the man on the sofa.
Am going to see my mom, without waiting for Hilary's answer she walked out of the mansion without turning back.