Michaela Walker.
“You want some wine?”
The Evil Master waved his hand for one of the maids, who brought a wine bottle upon his request, filling their glasses. Michaela just stared at him while chewing her food, rolling her eyes as she dug her fork in a piece of meat.
The robe she had on was oversized. The sleeves were long and uncomfortable. It covered her body, but she felt conscious that she was only in her underwear underneath it.
The fact that he wanted to drink wine alarmed her, suspecting that he wanted to get her drunk and take advantage of her. So when the maid filled her glass, Michaela just glared at it, moving it away.
“Not drinking tonight?” The man, who was watching her, said, and she just shrugged, keeping her eyes on her meal. The less she interacted with him, the bett
