บททั้งหมดของ Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ORLANDA was sitting on the bed, her expression frozen in fear. She knew immediately that the noise she made had reached his ears, and the ears of whoever had entered his room. The instant the door flew open and Oswald charged in, Orlanda sat up immediately."You just broke a rule," Oswald growled, his voice low but seething with anger as he stalked toward her, closing the door behind him with a deliberate, ominous click. Orlanda pressed herself back against the headboard, panic gripping her. "I- I didn't mean to-" Oswald's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I told you to stay quiet, I just gave out the rules," he said, his voice sharp as a blade. "No noise. Ever." She opened her mouth to say something, but the look on his face silenced her. "You think you can get away with breaking my rules?" he snarled, stepping closer, towering over her. "The first mistake is always the last easy one," he said as he walked up to the dainty wardrobe by the right end of the room and brought out a box.

ORLANDA stirred awake, fluttering her eyes, trying to open them, but she couldn't, they were swollen, swollen from constant shedding of tears. Her body was heavy and aching badly. Every muscle throbbed, and a dull, feverish heat radiated through her. Her limbs were numb from the hours spent tied to the cold wooden chair, her wrists raw and bruised from the tight restraints. A shiver crawled down her spine, the room's biting cold still clinging to her skin. She blinked groggily, eyes adjusting to the dim morning light that filtered through her master's bedroom.The sounds of life drifted in from downstairs outside, the distant hum of voices, the faint clatter of dishes, and the shuffle of footsteps. It was morning. Somehow, again, she had made it through the night. The events of yesterday rushed back into her mind like a wave. Oswald's anger. His punishment. The suffocating silence of the room, broken only by her own whimpers. All of it felt like a nightmare she couldn't escape. Her

EVENING settled over the towering glass windows of Oswald's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Oswald silently closed his laptop, neatly placing it into his sleek black briefcase. He stood, stretched his neck with a slight roll of his shoulders, and began gathering the last of his belongings for the day. The quiet hum of the city outside was the only sound in the room, until a familiar knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Nathan entered briskly, his expression composed as usual. "Wrapping up, boss?" He asked, already moving to collect the files and items Oswald had left on the desk. "Yes. Let's head home," Oswald replied curtly, grabbing his coat from the chair. Without further words, the two men moved in practiced synchronization, each accustomed to the rhythm of the other's routine. Nathan efficiently packed up the last few things, and together, they left the office, descending through the elevator in silence. The drive home was as uneventful as alway

THE setting sun in the horizon did what it knew best by casting its golden hue over the city. Mr. Wilberforce stood at the front steps of his grand mansion, adjusting the sleeves of his tailored suit as a light breeze swept across the neatly trimmed lawn. The evening sun cast a soft glow on the marble pillars of the house, and the distant hum of an approaching car signaled the return of the one person he had been waiting for, his daughter, Queen. He checked his gold wristwatch again, impatient but eager. The chauffeur and guard he had dispatched to the airport were due any moment. A flicker of excitement danced across his face, but he quickly composed himself. His daughter had always been particular about appearances, and he wanted nothing but calm perfection when she arrived. The long sleek black car finally rolled into the driveway and came to a smooth stop right before him. As the door opened, Queen stepped out, dressed in a cream colored pantsuit, her sunglasses large enough to

AFTER picking up his phones, he went back and stood in front of the mirror again, tightening the knot of his tie with precise movements. The fragrance of his cologne lingered in the air, a heady blend of sandalwood and bergamot. Nathan as known stood close by, adjusting the cuffs of his boss's shirt and ensuring everything was spotless. "There," Nathan said, stepping back to inspect the suit, "looking sharp, boss." Oswald gave himself a final glance in the mirror, smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket. Just then, a soft knock echoed from the door. Nathan glanced toward Oswald, waiting for the signal. "Come in," Oswald said in his usual commanding tone. The door opened slowly, and Nurse Margaret stepped in, carrying with her as usual, her medical kit. As soon as she entered, the scent of Oswald's cologne wrapped around her senses, sharp and intoxicating. She paused briefly, almost mesmerized by it, before collecting herself. Oswald turned his cold gaze towards her and gave