Your Breath

Becky was taken aback when she saw James Miller throw her stained white linen dress onto the floor and trample it furiously.

She didn't dare to ask him anything and just stayed silent in a squatting position while trying to cover her almost naked body. A few moments later he walked away without saying a word.

She breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at James Miller's back questioningly. Behind his cold demeanor, she knew he was hiding something. She stood up and walked on tiptoe down the corridor, heading to her room. But before she got there, she bumped into him who was heading towards her in a hurry.

"Clean the kitchen and put things back the way they were," he said dryly as if nothing had happened to them before.

Becky shrieked in surprise, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Um, yes Mr. Miller, but I have to get dressed first," she replied nervously.

James Miller looked at her from head to toe.

"No need, I can't hold back any longer watching my kitchen fall apart like th