His personal maid

"How can you be so careless huh... couldn't you have done one thing at a time...this is an iron it's hot and you burned yourself, "I said in one breath as I continued to blow on his wound. I didn't even care what he said because he was so careless as to iron something while he was eating and working

"It's too red...I need some cream to apply on it" I said and only when I lifted my head did I realize what I had just done. My hand loosened around his large hand when I found him staring at me with a blank expression. His eyes were rather soft as if he was shocked at my sudden approach.

I felt ashamed seeing how I was standing close to him holding his hand and looking at him, his upper body was bare. I guessed the shirt he was ironing was the one he was supposed to wear

"Ms. Payton" he mumbled questionably more like he was being forced to voice out my last name, his tone was rather distant and his voice sounded throaty that I failed to understand what I just did and why I rushed to him