However, when Lyca reached the door towards the master's bedroom, all the thoughts in her mind disappeared. It was as if an invincible force erased all the anger that she had inside her. All the irritation vanished and was somehow replaced by an unexplainable emotion. Her forehead creased as she looked at the knob of the door. She couldn't help but wonder why was she nervous.
She should be mad! Angry and irritated! She was already planning to scold him, her script was completed, even her facial reactions were prepared in advance. How come, she wasn't angry now? Instead, she felt… nervous? What kind of logic is this?
"Hoh!" Lyca patted her chest, trying her best to calm her racing heart. Her hands had become cold, sweaty even, as her heart continued to drum against her chest. She closed her eyes and thought about the different emotions that she was feeling right now.
