Realizing that she thought in a wrong way, Viola was shy and annoyed. The smell of tobacco in her nose made her blush like a cooked shrimp.
With a frown on her face, Viola pretended to be strong and said, "I will take the clothes for you as you asked. Am I too good?"
"Which is more important, your job or your character?" Maynard laughed instead of getting angry.
Taking a deep breath, Viola chuckled and said, "Just a joke. I'll take your clothes upstairs now."
Then she, like being chased by a beast, strode upstairs with his clothes in her hands.
She hung the clothes with a hanger and hung it in the closet. Then she slammed the door as if she was angry with someone.
Leaning against the closet with her chin resting on her hands, she wondered why she was defeated every time.
"No! No! I can't accept it!" She felt angry for herself.
At this time, the crystal light above her head flashed twice and then completely went out.
"Help!" She squatted down in darkness and shrank herself with her hands because of this sudden change.
It was so dark around that nobody could see their fingers.
"Who?" The strange sound came to her ears. She was afraid of darkness and now she had goose bumps.
Especially when she felt something strange passed her, she lost her soul.
Suddenly, she saw something. The light on the table beside the bed was so bright that one could see things clearly.
"Journalist, I didn't expect that you are afraid of the dark." Maynard sat at the bedside, and a faint smile played at his thin lips.
Viola let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that Maynard was passing by, not a messy thing.
But when she heard his words and saw his sarcastic expression, she gnashed her teeth and said, "I'm a normal person. Can't you just allow me to have a few shortcomings?"