The Antagonist

Chapter 11: A Date??

Author's Pov:

When Pete woke up he was in the Queen Candidate's private room. Making Pete believe that he was dreaming earlier and nothing more, even though he didn't remember what he was dreaming about.

He even patted his slightly puffy face and he could feel his eyes hurt.

Pete walked towards a large mirror with a beautiful frame. Somehow in his room now there was a small vase with a few roses. Still fresh and giving a calming scent to the surroundings.

Although Pete didn't give much thought to who put it there.

Well, he was living in the imperial palace after all so a lot of servants would probably come in to put it down. Moreover, it was already quite late in the day. Pete saw the sunlight peeking through the gaps in the closed balcony curtains.

"What a mess," Pete whispered, noticing her puffy eyes.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet anyone today. Especially Porsche. He would ask a lot of questions, and Pete would be at a loss for answers.

However, Pete was so hungry that he thought about drinking tap water to fill himself up.

Because he was too lazy to go out.

Even so, Pete went into the bathroom to soak for a while. Like yesterday, usually the maids would come to help Pete. Today Pete soaked himself with rose-scented soap.

Since Pete moved into this room, all of his belongings were almost the same as the original Pete's in the Prime Minister's residence. So it felt quite familiar, even the smell of soap and clothes arranged in the walk -in closet.

Seeing the clothes hanging there reminded Pete of a wholesale market that sold various types of clothes. Well, there were so many available there. Pete even intended to open an online business. Reselling clothes that were arranged in his walk-in closet.

It would be great if Pete's term as Empress ends. He could be an admin for his own clothing online shop. He owns it, he promotes it, and he gets the results.

That's a great idea!! I am just so smart.

But when Pete remembered that the price of one outfit was more expensive than Porsche's salary, Pete threw up his hands. Afraid that his head would be sold by Vegas at the morning market because he sold out the Empress's property.

Daydreaming too much. By the way, when will this Empress act end?

Pete soaked for a long time until his palms wrinkled. Well, that was because Pete was planning how his business would be. Guessing first, then the business.

Oddly enough today around Pete's room was quite quiet. Making Pete more comfortable soaking. There was a strange scent that wasn't really strange, like Pete had smelled it before. But he don't know...

TAP!

TAP!

Pete frowned when he heard footsteps. That made Pete stand up from the bathtub, and grab the white towel that was hanging there. Had the maids come to dress Pete up like an Anabell doll?

And then Pete just remembered that he didn't bring a change of clothes.

Pete looked at his pale legs that couldn't be completely covered by the towel. The towel wasn't as big as Sister Jill's curtains. It definitely wouldn't reach Pete's ankles like a dress.

Pete's head suddenly itches, the result of not washing his hair in the morning shower. He had been in the bathroom for quite some time. Maybe the servants had gone out, thinking Pete refused to be served.