Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 136

“Oh…he asked me what I wanted to do with my life, you know, after the contract expires…” I said.

“And you said?” Hayden asked.

“I told him that I haven’t thought about it. In other words, I have completely no idea…” I replied, trying to sound carefree.

“That’s funny but it does sound like you,” Hayden said, sounding amused.

“He did promise to continue paying for my grandmother’s hospital bills though. That was very kind of him. Maybe he’s not such a bad person…” I said, deep in thought.

“My father’s not a bad person…he just likes to get his way. That’s all,” Hayden said.

“Haha…but don’t we all?” I said while laughing.

Seriously, if only I could have my way as well…

…

After that we drove back to the penthouse. I thought about what the boss said all the way back as I stared absentmindedly at the scenery that past by in front of my eyes outside the car’s window.

“Are you free when we get back?” Hayden asked needlessly.

Of course, I was free. I had nothing else to do and even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else anyways.

“Yes, I am…” I replied.

I wondered what Hayden had in mind. He hasn’t told me anything and at this point, I couldn’t guess and didn’t even want to bother guessing. He was just a wild card.

“Come over here…” Hayden called out to me when we entered the penthouse.

It was then that I realized that Hayden had walked off somewhere. Following the sound of his voice, I entered another sitting room that was smaller. We’ve never really used this room before simply because there was another and larger sitting room. The penthouse had too many rooms for Hayden and me to occupy and use them all.

“What is it?” I asked as I walked into the room.

Hayden was busy doing something close to the wall. I looked towards him in confusion as I wondered what he was doing.

“Come here and take this,” Hayden said.

I went over to where he was standing near the wall before he handed me a large box. Is this a jewelry box? Taking into account its side, it would probably be more suitable to call it a tray than a box. I took the tray from his hand in slight confusion as I watched his hands and arm reach into the safe that was constructed in the wall and began pulling out more trays.

“What’s this?” I asked.