Chapter 1985

"But what if that person decides to destroy my body during that half hour?" Kingsley didn't respond. He hadn't thought of that possibility before. … The next morning, Abigail was woken up by a phone call. Still groggy, she answered the call and brought the phone to her ear. "Who is it?" "It's me, Kingsley. Didn't someone agree to be my maid? Well, how can you be late on your first day?" Kingsley taunted. "Don't tell me you're going back on your word?" Abigail gritted her teeth, her blood boiling. "Just you wait!" Kingsley lived two houses away. Throwing on a jacket, she stormed out murderously. She didn't even acknowledge Lincoln and Sienna, who she passed on the way there. Kingsley was completely unfazed by her anger and let her into his house. Leaning on his couch leisurely, he said, "I'm hungry. You can make breakfast now." "Can't cook," Abigail replied in a deadpan tone, looking as unhappy as ever. "Well, you can learn now," Kingsley said cheerfully. "Just make somethin