37 About the Master

Jeslyn opened her eyes to something covering her view. She took it off her face and sluggishly sat up. She raised the fabric and saw it was a white towel.

Touching her forehead, it wasn't burning up nor was she feeling any discomfort. Wondering why a damp towel was placed on her forehead, she got down from the bed and dizziness washed over her. 

She swayed and immediately held the bed for support.

"Tsk, what is wrong with me now?" 

She murmured to herself before she slowly raised herself to stand for a while. When she felt that she could walk without falling, she took the towel and walked towards the bathroom to spread the towel and also wash up.

Coming back to the room, Jeslyn saw a maid standing by the door with a tray. On the tray were dishes tightly sealed.

"Good evening, ma'am, master said your food should be delivered to your room," the maid spoke out with her head lowered. 

"Oh, keep it there," Jeslyn pointed to the table.