Chapter 87

It turned out that Richard really meant what he said when he took me to the beach this afternoon.

And now, he is sitting on my sofa chair while his eyes are fixed on the television screen showing one of the children's favorite animations of all time, Doraimune.

But that's not what I want to talk about now, but about him acting casually by ordering me to clean my whole house and prepare dinner for him.

Does he really think I'm his maid, huh?

Duh, I'm so sorry for agreeing to his request to stay at my house.

If only I knew he would act like this, maybe I would think twice about refusing his request to stay at my house tonight.

Ah...

Why do I regret what happened?

I'd rather just forget it and consider all the bad luck I'm having today as part of my nightmare which will end as soon as I wake up the next day.