That very day, I moved into the luxury villa.
What confused me was that all the other big dogs I had seen before disappeared the moment I officially started working.
And that beautiful Alaskan Malamute actually had an entire villa to himself.
As Lord Allen's personal caretaker, I was assigned the second-largest bedroom, right next to the master bedroom.
The room was shockingly huge. Even back when Beatrice hadn't kicked me out, and I was still a rich girl, I had never lived in a room this big.
I moved all my luggage in, which only took up a tiny corner of the room.
"What kind of rich family is this? Even their dog gets his own villa," I mumbled to myself, feeling amazed.
Still, I didn't think about it too much and quickly slipped into work mode.
The job was surprisingly easy. All I had to do was attend to Lord Allen's daily needs. Everything else was handled by the staff, so I didn't have to worry about it.
Even though this beautiful dog was very picky, I chose his favorite ingredients from the menu every day, cooked them, and fed him myself.
Whenever I held the food up to his mouth, he would stare at me, his throat moving slightly as strange sounds came from deep in his chest.
It sounded a little like the low, restrained breathing of a grown man.
After seeing this happen again and again, I started to wonder if something was wrong with him.
So the next time I fed him, I hesitated and reached out to him.
He didn't dodge my hand, but his body clearly went stiff, and his thick tail swayed a couple of times on its own.
Seeing his tail move, I felt relieved and went ahead and touched him.
The strange sounds from his throat grew a little clearer, and his beautiful eyes slowly closed.
His whole body was burning hot.
I thought he just didn't like being touched, so I reluctantly pulled my hand back and continued feeding him like before.
But that night, half asleep, I felt someone kissing me.
I felt a pair of lips touch my forehead, then my chin and my neck, and finally my mouth, moving slowly and brushing against me again and again.
Warm breath hit my face, and at the same time, a large hand was slowly moving along my waist, sliding up my back, and stopping at my shoulder.
The strap of my sleepwear slipped off my shoulder as that hot hand pressed down, sending a shiver through my body.
I wanted to refuse, but my body betrayed me and responded on its own.
In my foggy state, I felt something licking at my chest, like the touch of a grown man.
I jolted awake from the dream, startled by the warm weight pressed against me.
When I looked down, I saw that the Alaskan Malamute had somehow crawled into my bed and was sprawled across my chest, sleeping soundly.
My face immediately burned red, and I wanted nothing more than to slap myself.
He was just a cute dog who climbed into bed to sleep with me. How could I have such a dirty dream?
Later, with the usually cold and aloof Alaskan Malamute lying across my legs, I couldn't help but run my hand over his smooth fur and fluffy ears.
His breathing paused for a few seconds, and his body slowly stiffened.
I could feel his temperature rising. When he opened his eyes, they were fixed on me. The clear amber color was gone, replaced by a deep red.
It felt like he was trying to hold himself back.
I panicked. Taking care of Lord Allen was my job, and if he got sick, Fletcher would definitely blame me.
I nervously lifted his head in my hands, completely unaware that the front of my sleepwear was damp, and a thin string of drool hung at the corner of Lord Allen's mouth.
"Fletcher, come quickly! Lord Allen is sick!"
