Zane's brows arched as he studied her innocent face, which barely held his gaze.
"So… you're saying that you're somewhat allergic to maids?"
"Kind of," she replied before asserting, "It's either you do it yourself or forget about hiring a housekeeper."
A sharp snort escaped Zane as his expression darkened instantly.
The curious man was driven away, replaced by that prideful, egoistic, dominant CEO.
"I see. You're joking."
"I'm not."
Her blunt reply earned a sarcastic, low chuckle from Zane.
He dipped his head, then jerked it back up, pressing a hand to the back of his neck where the weight of Selina's outrageous demand struck him.
His chuckle died off.
His expression hardened like steel.
"If so, I'll buy new sheets, curtains, and a lounge. I'll replace everything," Zane asserted.
"And if it gets dirty, will you buy them again? Again. And again?" she pressed.
"Mmm. I have the money."
