Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 287

“Master Hayden is waiting to have dinner with you in his sitting room,” Auntie informed me after poking her head into my art studio.

“Oh, right…it’s dinner time already…” I murmured as I glanced at the clock.

I had been working so hard that I hadn’t realized that so much time had passed by already. Quickly, I got up from my seat before following Auntie out the door.

“You don’t have to walk me there, you know. I can get there just fine by myself,” I told the old woman who seemed persistent on escorting me to Hayden’s room.

“I’m sure you can but if I don’t do this then I don’t know why I’m still employed,” Auntie replied with a grin.

“Well, if you insist…” I replied with a small laugh.

Auntie seemed proud to escort me to Hayden’s room and I gave her the pleasure of doing so. We shared small talks all the way there and I realized how much I missed her company. When we arrived, Auntie opened the door for me even though it wasn’t necessary.

“Thank you so much,” I thanked her.

“You’re more than welcomed. Now, quickly head inside,” Auntie said encouragingly.

I stepped into the room and the door rapidly closed firmly behind me. Auntie did not join me inside the room, and I found that slightly strange; however, I didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought. The fantastically decorated long dinner table caught my eye and my mouth hung open.

What is this?

“Why do you look so shocked?” Hayden spoke up.

My head turned immediately towards his voice, and I saw him approaching the table. My eyes returned to the table again as Hayden took his usual seat at the dining table. The sight of Hayden sitting at the overly decorate table felt out of place. It wasn’t Christmas or anything worth celebrating today so I had no idea what the special occasion was.

“Umm…did you prepare this?” I asked in a shaky voice as I approached the table.

“No. You did,” he replied.

Me?

“I did…what?” I asked, cluelessly.

“You prepared this,” Hayden replied as he gestured with his hand at the decoration on the table and around the room.

“No, I…didn’t…do this…” I replied hesitantly.

Unless I lost a part of my memory, I did not remember decorating this room or getting it decorated like this. The work here was professional level and there was no way that I could achieve something as elaborate as this even if I tried my hardest.