Sensing Willow's eyes on him, Rainer turned his head.
Willow quickly averted her gaze, busying herself with her breakfast – fiegning indifference.
This wasn't her fault, was it?
She had already confessed to being a bit clumsy, in these situations.
Rainer, noticing her evasiveness couldn't help but smirk. " It's nothing." he said casually to the housekeeper " Just a little scratch from a feisty kitten. Nothing serious."
The maid blinked a confused look on her face. "Sir, we don't have any cat, do we?"
"A stray." Rainer replied smoothly, It, scratched me and the bolted."
"Oh, I see. That's quite a naughty stray." the maid commented, completely unaware of the true cluprit.
"Indeed," Rainer agree with a nod. "Playful and troublesome—quite impossible to catch."
Willow's face burned crimson with embarrassement.
That infuriating man! She fumed inwardly. How could he describe her like that?!
She quickly finished her breakfast and stood up. Making a show of leaving for work.
