His Purpose
36. Rumors

"Laura, how many meters is the distance of the main gate and the lobby?" Maria asked as she arranged a few flower stalks into the pot.

"About 3 kilometers, ma'am. Why?" Laura handed a rose that had been sorted to Maria.

"Seriously 3 kilometers? Are you kidding me?" Maria looks a little gawky.

"Am I impressed to be joking?"

Maria blinked, "No, no."

He's pensive. Three kilometers? How long does it take to walk if it wants to get there?

Jesus, Gibran is really doing the land wastage. If in other areas the distance is as far as it can be for dozens of residents' houses or plantations. Maria's guts instantly shrieked after previously she had thought of escaping from this palace bath house.

I mean Maria, run away for a moment. Take a walk and go shopping or anything else he can do outside. Maria wasn't that crazy running away from Gibran's house who was out of nowhere. Even if he desperately wanted to do so, he had to really prepare a careful plan.

"That's enough. You keep the rest in another place, yeah." Maria brought the flower-filled fitting to the nightstand in her room. He went back to the balcony and helped Laura clean up the scissors.

"Good, Mistress. Where do you want to go now?"

"Library. You don't have to come."

"But ..."

"I want to be alone."

Laura could not argue. He was well aware of the feeling of the mistress was not good.

"Want me to bring a snack?"

"No need." Maria breezed out and left Laura who was now grimacing sadly.

There was no Mary who scolded and scolded him. He made a few mistakes. Usually Maria will immediately nag and throw a lazy look at her stupidity. But today the young mistress was seen filled with overcast clouds.

Laura became curious about what had really happened between her two employers in Thailand. Previously Laura was cheered by pleasure because she thought Maria and Gibran were on vacation or even honeymoon there. But, why go back and forth they even cold war and silent fight?

Maria walked slowly along the hallway to the library. His eyes looked brightly staring out the window. His feet suddenly stopped, he stepped closer to the giant glass wall and stood daydreaming there.

Approximately 2 months he lived in the Gibran mansion. And all that time Mary was confined in a cage. All he could do was stare at the sky with all the rage in mind. As of now, Mary did not know when she could be free and return to her old life.

"Can't you?" mary whispered to whom.

In the middle of his daydream he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He looked over, a waiter seemed to be walking and had just walked out of the library. Maria thought maybe the waiter cleaned up or cleaned up the book.

However, there was something that made Maria frown. A folded coat in the servant's hand caught Mary's attention. The navy suit that looked slippery and expensive felt familiar in his eyes.

Maria was sure one hundred percent she recognized the suit. Especially when the masculine fragrance accidentally smelled when the waiter bowed for a moment to greet him. Maria did not return the greeting until the servant passed and disappeared in the corner of the hallway.

For a moment his body was sculpting, until the appearance of Gibran who was buttoning his top shirt raised a question and assumption that made Mary suddenly difficult to swallow.

Unable to prevent negative thoughts running through Mary's head. Until he did not dare to make a sound when his eyes collided with Gibran who was also fixated on staring at him.

The two remained silent for quite a while. Until the cell phone in Mary's hand rang echoes that broke the silence of the hallway. Maria pressed the green button to receive the call, then attached the flat object to the ear.

Maria's not going to the library. I don't know what because, but suddenly anger and hatred arise gnawing at his heart. It left Mary tormented and confused as to how to handle it.

Until nightfall, he overheard the conversation of some waiters in the dining room. They were gossiping to one of his friends that Maria knew named Jesi— the servant he had seen this afternoon.

Mary, who was about to enter for dinner, ended up standing by the door. His heart fretted for no reason. Especially when his name and Gibran also became the talk.

"I couldn't believe it when Jesi told me that you had him in the library. But, after seeing some red marks on his neck and chest, inevitably I have to believe, right?"

"And I also saw that expensive suit hanging in his room!"

"really? Didn't we all know that Master was gay?"

"Eitherway. But it doesn't seem right."

"Mrs has not been pregnant until now. I think you really don't like women."

"How to get pregnant? They slept in separate rooms. Hihi ..."

"The Madam is very beautiful and kind. He even bought us expensive clothes yesterday."

"What's the point of being beautiful if you can't flirt? The proof is that he lost to a woman of our class."

"Hush! Watch your talk."

Mary swallowed in her place. He was pensive for a moment with a blank look, before turning around and deciding to return to the room.

On the way, he met Laura. The girl ran small from the stairs and approached her with a surprised face.

"Where is the lady going? Didn't you want to have dinner last night?" Laura just finished cleaning the closet in Maria's room.

Maria commented a faint smile, "My stomach is still full. I forgot I ate this afternoon."

"You eat. Or just go back to the pavilion. I'll let you back early tonight." Maria enters the elevator and disappears there. Leaving Laura speechless with a thoughtful look.

"Is it true that the lady has eaten? But how do I not know? Or forget, yeah?" muttered Laura.

In addition, Gibran walks out of his study with Nick. They seemed to talk for a while and walked towards the dining room. At once the servants who had originally gathered scattered into a row and bowed to see Gibran coming.

Gibran pulled the chair at the end of the table, but suddenly his movement stopped as his eyes circulated as if looking for something.

Laura walked in with slow steps. The girl walked over and stared at the floor until she was unaware of Gibran's presence. His forehead wrinkled with his mouth occasionally muttering.

One of the little thumping servants tried to resuscitate Laura. It took a few times to make Laura wake up and look up displaying a puzzled face. He blinked when he found all his eyes on him, including Gibran.

Laura stuttered without a sound. Suddenly he felt accused and became a suspect in a murder case.

"Where is he?" Gibran's voice breaks the tension.

Anyone knows, the one Gibran meant was Mary.

Laura stammered again, "A-Ah ... He said he was still full because he had eaten this afternoon," he said while scratching his head.