CHAPTER ELEVEN


    ‘Oh no! ‘ Naya mumbled in her mind as the te she was holding fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.


    “Oh my god!!” Je’s loud voice rang in her ears and Naya frowned knowing what wasing for her.


    “Can you ever do something right? This is the fifteenth te you’re breaking in just a weak. What is wrong with you?” She scolded Naya who stepped away from the broken sses.


    “Everything about you is so useless. You can speak neither can you wash simple tes. Do you have to break them?” She asked again but Naya just kept quiet, what could she possibly say?


    “Don’t mind her mum. I wonder where lord d brought her from..” Je’s daughter and Naya’s enemy said with a sneer.


    It was Esme, Je’s daughter who just hated Naya for no good reason.


    ” She’s so annoying… you should throw her out ASAP” Esme added and Je’s eyes settled on Naya.


    ” Esme is right. I know what to do.. ” je stated


    ” You’ll serve Lord Rhys his meal today. I pray you make a mistake while serving him.. “she said as if uttering a prayer.


    Lord Rhys would probably just end her life right there.


    ” Esme, serve the dishes and give them to her… ” Je ordered walking away from Naya.


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    “You should be careful Naya..” Keira advised as she showed Naya to lord Rhys’s room.


    Naya only nodded as she couldn’t gesticte anything with signnguage as she was driving a good trolley.


    “Pray that Lord Rhys isn’t in his room so you’ll just serve his meal and leave. If he’s in his room, pray that he’s in a good mood..” Keira stated and Naya began to pray silently.


    She had never met him before and the stories she heard about him scared her.


    “Thest room on the left wing is his room..” Keira directed as she had to go in the other direction.


    Naya smiled at her, showing her gratitude. Keira went in the other direction while Naya continued her journey.


    She knocked on the door twice but got no response. She knocked again for the third time and it was the same time.


    She strangely began to feel happy, probably because the rumored lord Rhys was not in.


    Opening the door slowly, she took quiet steps in, the room was dimly lit and she could see only a little.


    She left the trolley at a corner before dashing out of the room, not wanting to be seen.


    Naya had almost left the left wing when she bumped into someone.


    “It’s you again” Rhys frowned slightly on seeing her. He had been so busy that he hadn’t had the time to ask d about the mute girl. She was probably one of thedies he brought in. The one who needed to be taught a lesson.


    Naya rolled her eyes and was about to walk away when Rhys held her back. No one dares to walk out in him.


    “Get out of my way!!” Naya gestured in anger and Rhys’s pupils shrank.


    ” I can see the workers in this ce really don’t know their ces.. ” she gestured.


    ” Workers? ” Rhys scoffed as he took a look at himself trying to fathom if he looked like a worker. But then he realized that he was casually dressed. She probably hasn’t heard of him.


    ” Yes, worker.. ”


    ” I know you’re a guard here… ” she added and Rhys immediately wanted to burst outughing but he held himself back.


    “Mara? Was that your name again?” He asked surpassing hisughter. Now he was finding the mute girl intriguing.


    He was not the type to converse with people, not to talk of maids. But thedy before him was a funny one.


    “It’s Naya!!” She suddenly blurted out in anger and Naya immediately held her mouth.


    Did she speak again? But it was out of anger.


    ” I thought you were mute?” Rhys brows furrowed in suspicion.


    ” That’s none of your business.. ” she mumbled with a frown.


    ” You should focus on your work instead and stop smoking around like someone without home training.. ” she advised.


    ” I wish you would get caught someday and then get fired.. ” she added.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    ” I can’t get fired… ” Rhys chuckled in amusement.


    ” I’m the… ” he paused as he smacked his lips.


    He took a look at Naya from head to toe. She was being so stupid and getting herself in trouble.


    “I’m Lord Rhys’s special guard, why would I get fired?” He smirked.


    “I see you’re so full of yourself..” Naya deadpanned.


    “Who wouldn’t? It’s a great privilege to be close to the Lord.. ”


    ” Whatever, I’m out of here.. ” Naya who did not have the time to argue began to walk away but he went after her.


    ” I’m Kai..” He introduced himself.


    “I don’t care..” Naya snapped as she continued walking.


    “What are you doing here? Thest time I checked no one is allowed toe to the left wing..” He reasoned. Heid out that rule by himself.


    “That’s none of your business..” Naya drew out with a bored look on her face.


    “I’d like to be friends..” he stopped in front of her, stopping her from moving forward.


    ” Get out of my way..” Naya said as her eyes settled on his handsome face. Damn he was annoying


    But fucking goodlooking. And above all, he smelled fucking nice.


    ” Howe you can speak?” He asked again intrigued.


    ” Thest time I checked you’re mute..” He pointed out.


    Can you please just leave me alone, look I have work to do. You must be jobless that’s why you’re moving around..”


    ” Look Mara, there’s no need to be rude…”


    ” My name is Naya!! ” She gritted her teeth. Realization dawned on her that he was toying with her.


    He wanted to be friends, but her name was a hard thing for him to remember.


    ” Oh, Naya. It suits you.. ” he smirked picking up a strand of her hair as he yed with it.


    “Please excuse me, Kai. I’ll get scolded if I don’t return to duty..” she said nervously with hitched breath.


    He was so close to her and that had left her nervous.


    “So, we can be friends right?” He smirked moving closer to her and Naya in turn moved backward.


    She kept moving back until her back hit the wall.


    Rhys took that as an opportunity as he stood in front of her. She attempted to walk away, but he pinned her to the wall with his hands.


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