Rachel couldn't quite understand his thoughts on how and why Ian had come to visit the runaway maid.
'How in the world did he know that I was here?'
Rachel's knuckles were white from how tightly she had clenched her fists.
"How long are you going to stand there? Let's go in now."
Ian said as he walked past Rachel, who was standing still, and into her yard.
The steps he took through the garden were natural, as if it were his own home. Without any hesitation he crossed Rachel's yard and grabbed the front door knob.
Rachel had closed the door tightly, but the doorknob broke in Ian's hand.
He looked at the broken doorknob helplessly, not liking it, and soon kicked the door.
The front door of Rachel's house whisked open, and Ian looked at Rachel again.
With a look that said, "What are you doing not coming in?" Rachel hurried to her feet.
She wanted to run away at once, but there was no way she could get away from him, since he had come this far.
Even if he came to kill her, she had no choice but to walk after him.
There was no point in turning around and running now, because running would not save her life.
Rachel followed his orders as usual and got to her feet.
Ian confirmed Rachel's movements and then moved into the house.
He glanced around the house silently.
After opening the doors from room to room and looking around the house, he sat at the kitchen table. All that sequence of actions were natural.
It was as if it were his own house.
On the contrary, Rachel was listening to a small sound, crouching her shoulders like a thief who came in to steal things from someone else's house.
"Do you have anything to drink?"
Ian asked softly to Rachel, who looked at him as if she was afraid of him.
"Would you like some ...... milk?"
Rachel's eyes flashed in panic at the unexpected request.
"Can I have some of that?"
Ian said, pointing to the candied lemons on Rachel's kitchen shelf. The candied lemons were shining yellow in the bright sun.
"Did you make it?"
"Oh, yes... Do you want it?"
Rachel couldn't understand Ian's behavior. Whoever made the candied lemon, why did he care?
But Rachel didn't need to dare to understand his behavior. She had to obey his orders.
In the midst of this silent nodding, Rachel hurriedly approached the shelf with the lemon candies.
"Please wait a moment."
She tried tirelessly to open the lid of the glass jar containing the lemon candies, but her hands were soaked with sweat from her nervousness that even opening the lid was not easy.
"Give it to me."
"Argh!"
As Rachel wiped the sweat from her palms on her skirt, a voice came from above her head.
Rachel, who had been nervous, was suddenly startled by the voice and screamed.
Crash.
A moment later, with a clatter, the glass bottle fell to the floor and broke luridly.
