"Luke?" she knocked on his door. "I'm going to enter," she said before pushing the door open.

The first thing she saw when she entered the room was a bed covered in clothes, an open suitcase on the floor, and a few other items scattered everywhere, but Luke was nowhere to be seen.

She cocked her head to the direction of the bathroom where she heard the soft sounds of the shower. 'Is he taking a shower?'

With a crease in between her brows, she started folding the clothes on the bed. She folded half of Luke's clothes when he came out of the bathroom just wearing gray and white striped boxer shorts and the blue arm sling.

While his hair is wet from the shower, Luke looks good enough to eat, she grinned naughtily in her head.

"Don't try to fantasize about me, Little Miss Jessie. That's utterly disgusting." he shivered his body as though the thought of her fantasizing about him disgusts him to the core.

"How do you know I'm fantasizing about your — marvelous body?" she asked with a smirk.

"You're not going to deny it then?" he questioned. His mouth curling in disgust.

"Luke, you have a beautiful body. What's wrong with me admiring it? It's not like I'm gonna jump on you in bed."

"You have been jumping on me! That's what makes it so cringy. "Thank you for acknowledging my looks, but I don't maintain this body for your tribe sister," he flipped his imaginary long hair and pouted his lips.

"Tch, stingy!" she said with a sneer. "What do you plan to do with this mess?"

"Well, what you did was already a good start. Please, finish folding all of those clothes, but before you do that, fetch me something to drink from the kitchen. I'm parched!" He pulled an armchair and sat down.

Her eyebrow raised high in her forehead when she heard Luke ordering her around.

"My shoulder hurts," he said in his annoying girly tone.

She took a deep breath, put a tight smile on her lips, and rose from the edge of the bed to go fetch the bitch something to drink. She now regrets committing to care for him for the next sixteen weeks.

However, she was the one who broke his shoulder, but she didn't expect Luke to enslave her in retaliation!

He had just found another way to piss her off. She can imagine the torture he is going to put her through.

"Here's your drink, my queen," her voice was laced with sarcasm, mixed with annoyance.

"Thank you. That's very kind of you. Kindly put them on the side table," he answered without lifting his head from scrolling his phone.

She did what he asked and was about to return to folding his clothes when;

"Little Miss Jessie, be a darling and prepare me something to eat. I'm famished."

She scoffed audibly as she crossed her arms over her chest. She watched Luke taking a selfie of himself with his messy bed in the background.

"Packing to go home. Vacation was regretfully over. Hashtag, best summer, island life, spring break, can't move on." he mumbled by himself while he typed.

He can see Jess from the corner of his eyes, she was standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed in defiance. He won't be surprised if she hurled all the clothes she had already folded at him.

He smirked inwardly, and said in a whiny voice, "My shoulder hurts."

Jess turned in her heels, huffing and puffing air of frustration, returned to the kitchen to prepare Luke something to eat.

"Don't spit on my food!" he called after her. Her response to his words was to slam the door behind her.

He erupted in fits of laughter.

He already downloaded WeChat on his phone and received his first message from Ellise. He creased his forehead, surprised that she already knew he had a WeChat account when he hadn't told anyone yet.

'Oh, it automatically shows to my contacts that I have a WeChat account.'

He was engrossed exchanging messages with Ellise when Jess returned with his sandwich.

"Are there any other needs you have, my queen?" She asked with clenched teeth. Her eyes were squinted at him with a silent dare of trying to order her around again.

"None. You can go back to folding clothes. And once done, you can put them in my suitcase. Thank you. I don't want to impose on you but, my shoulder hurts." he smirked at her.

Her nose flared when she exhaled a deep sigh. She silently turned her back on him and went back to packing his clothes.

Luke, who was recording their conversation on WeChat as a voice message, hit send. And in less than a minute, Ellise replied with an emoji of a girl hitting a table while crying in laughter.

He ate his ham and cheese sandwich in silence because he didn't want to aggravate Jess more than necessary. He took a stolen shot of Jess folding his clothes and sent it to Ellise who no longer replied.

He scrolled through the photo gallery on his phone in search of photos to post on his social media accounts after Ellise stopped replying.

While browsing through hundreds of photos, he came across one he took this morning. It was a photo of Noah holding Lucille in his arm while holding Jess' hand next to him.

He smirked to himself at how perfect the stolen photo looked. He glanced at Jess, who was still folding his clothes. She was almost done with it.

"Jess, how do you think of Noah having a kid?"

"What about it?" she replied. She still sounded annoyed by what he made her do.

"I mean, even if he's hot and the kid is cute…"

"My feelings for Noah have nothing to do with his child, nor with my reluctance to be in a relationship with him. Having a child is not a flaw, and he is a wonderful father."