My Idol Boyfriend's

44. Max Castile

".. Oh. na.."

"Miss.."

The faint sound and gentle touch in Yana's hand made her consciousness return. Drowsiness crept into his eyes.

"Miss.."

Yana's eyes were wide open now. He tried to get up with one hand supporting his body.

"Young man called. Sir is worried because you haven't woken up until now.." One of the servants close to Yana opened her mouth.

"I'm fine.."

Yana spread her gaze throughout the room. Last night he didn't notice her because he was busy fidgeting. The room that was occupied was spacious. Twice the size of his apartment in Korea. To the right of the mattress is a simple receiving room with a single sofa and a large television. On the left is a large white closet. Some servants were preparing at some point. In total there are five with one of them near Yana. They looked young and lowered their gaze from Yana. Their faces are typical of Americans, Yana's English isn't as good as she thought. He was afraid he could not communicate.

"Sir asked if you were okay? Or do you need us to call a doctor?"

His voice is soft and sincere. For the first time Yana felt like an honorable woman. His thoughts yesterday suddenly flashed through Yana's mind. What kind of family does Max have? They are rich enough to own all of this. Yana's brain doesn't know someone's size is rich enough or very rich. Having a lot of money means being rich. The threshold on Max is, Max's family is rich.

"Where is he?"

"Young master's gone early in the morning with Mr. Seo. Sir said he'd be back a little late today. The master advised to accompany Miss as long as you are not around.."

Yana nodded in understanding.

"What time is it?"

"Back in the afternoon, miss.."

Yana's body jolted knowing what time it was today. He seems to sleep like a dead man.

"No need to cut the doctor. I'll take a shower then I'll get off. I'm a little hungry.." Yana smiled thinly.

Hunger is a human condition. But he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

"What do you want to eat Miss?"

"Anything.." Yana answered while looking for the bathroom door.

As coded, one of the servants who was on the left side of the mattress opened the door at the very end. View of the toilet from outside. Turns out that the door that lined up was one of them was the bathroom.

"Thank you.."

Yana stepped inside but her steps were followed by two servants who were in her room earlier.

"Why are you coming in?" Yana's voice was stamped. There's no way they're going to take a bath with Yana.

"We'll help Miss take a shower.." Answer one of them.

"Huh?"

He's never been treated like this. Do rich people live like this? Yana is like a sick person who must be helped to do anything.

"No need. I can do it myself.."

"Let us help Miss.."

"What?" Yana hesitated a child. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Just wait outside. I'll shower quickly. I can do it myself. Please.." Yana's voice sounded desperate.

"Well, we'll wait outside Miss. We will prepare your clothes.What kind of clothes do you want to wear?"

"I? I'm not a problem whatsoever.."

Yana doesn't know her own words. He just wanted to get rid of those two servants. He can shower himself. Getting such treatment made his body goosebumps.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Yana cleaned her already sticky body from sweat.

Whatever. So anything. The sight after Yana exited the bathroom made her body petrified. The servants who were in his room earlier each held an object in his hand. There's a comb, there's a towel etc.

Yana passed by them to the dresser beside the bed. Since she didn't bring any change of clothes to the bathroom, Yana wore the single bathrobe available. Hair's wet. Immediately she sat on the makeup chair and pegged herself. From the reflection of the mirror Yana could see the servants approaching her. What are they going to do this time? Yana frowning.

"We'll help Miss get dressed.."

Yana looked back. A navy blue sleeveless dress is embedded in the cupboard hanger. Without pattern, the color is plain sea blue. The chest up to the top of the neck is made of transparent lace with camisole over the chest. Its width and length are about one knee. The dress was definitely not hers. She doesn't have a dress that pretty. The price seemed expensive looking at its luxury. He swallowed his curiosity. Maybe it wasn't for him. Yana brought some clothes from Korea.

"I can thank you myself.." Yana turned her face back to the mirror. His hand was about to grab the hair dryer when one of the maids opened his mouth.

"Miss let us help you.. Young master can be angry if he knows we don't serve you well.."

Yana's hand stopped. His eyes stared at the one-on-one servants through the reflection of a mirror. Their faces looked anxious and fearful.

Yana grunts. Maybe this is how they work. Let's not trouble anyone else Yana. You just have to enjoy it.

"Alright. help me change.."

Bright faces adorned the servants. Soon they approached Yana and helped her dry her hair, comb her, put on makeup and change her clothes.

The dress was really for Yana. She hesitated when the waiter put the dress on her body. He was embarrassed because his body was only dressed in the deep view by them. But they're not awkward with Yana. They're really professionals.

"The dress fits on your body Miss. you are very pretty wearing it.." Praise the servants. Their eyes glinted with satisfaction.

"Who's this? I remember never having it.."

The reflection of the mirror is like he's not. Yana did not manage to get the makeup off her face, so she never touched them. But the makeup pulses of the servants seemed fitting and not excessive on his face. Side braided hair tied with matching color straps also looks fitting. A necklace with a simple single diamond complements its tiered looking neck.

"Of course it belongs to you Miss. If it's not yours, you can't wear it now.."

Realistic answer. But he doesn't have it, he doesn't remember ever bringing it here. What Max?

"Was Max.. I mean was it the young master who prepared it?"

All the servants nodded.

"One day before you come here you command to prepare all your needs.."

Yana nodded in understanding. It turned out to be Max. Yana is upset that Max didn't say anything. Always do anything unilaterally.

"You can eat now Miss. The chefs have prepared a meal for you.."

Yana nodded again then followed the servants down the stairs towards the dining room.

Whatever. It's really anything now.

Food plates are presented on the table like a carpet with many colors. Yana's eyes glanced at the dishes.

"Chefs get confused when you say you want to eat anything. They cook some dishes that are expected to suit Miss's taste.."

The waiter in the dining room had changed. The servant who served Yana in the room had gone. The faces of the servants were a new face for Yana. Yana wanted to shout how many servants there are in this house.

"But this is a lot for me.."

"Please eat comfortably Miss. We will serve you.."

One of the chairs was pulled from the inside and the waiter invited Yana to sit down. His appetite disappeared instantly. Where did the hunger go? I forgot my stomach was hungry. It seemed that seeing such a beautiful dish made her stomach full.

It's not some food anymore. There are dozens of food. How can I spend it. I'm not gonna say anything anymore. Whatever you think is really something. And this is a big mess. How do I spend it? Ahhhh!!!

Inner Yana jerked loudly.

Seriate..