Chapter 133

Anderson stubbed out his cigarette and sauntered toward her. His eyes scanned her like she was an object, causing her enough discomfort to look away. The intense, chilly atmosphere surrounded her as he approached. It made Hailey hold her breath as she remained rooted to the spot. "As a mistress, you should know your place. Go draw me a bath," Anderson ordered. He then strode into her master bedroom without hesitation. "Andy, I'm sick. I need to go get painkillers," Hailey protested. "I don't want to repeat myself." His tone was oppressive and non-negotiable. Reluctantly, Hailey followed him to the bathroom and began running the water while Anderson inspected her bedroom. He carefully observed the paintings hanging on her walls. Each one, painted by herself, showcased her talent. With her talent, she could have really made a name for herself in the art world. Growing up, she had picked up various watercolor techniques yet ironically ended up in her least favorite field—public rel