Chapter 49 A maid for a mission

• Azalea had quickly prepared Ayden for the day from preparing his bath water as soon as possible, which he had reluctantly stood up from the bed to take a warm bath with. Just as he was done applying some soothing oil around his body, Azalea had come behind him to bring his robe from where she had hung it.
• Even if he had exuded a lackadaisical and languid attitude, she struggled the way of his cloth around his arms to fit his body properly regardless of her small frame. She moved swiftly to his front to adjust every accessories and rumples on his cloth, as he watched her serious face from the elevated height of his eyes downward. It really looked like she was totally in for business.
• "Do I really have to go today? I mean we have not informed Hendrix about it, and those inflexible guards would certainly not let us into their house," Ayden tried to wriggle his way out of the situation. He definitely was not so ready that soon.