Chapter 3

I'd originally woken up at noon, but after this ordeal, I collapsed back to sleep until evening.

When I woke, my first instinct was to curse someone out, but then I was met with the aroma of food.

My heart filled with confusion as I walked over on trembling legs.

I saw the android in the kitchen, wearing an apron while cooking.

That appearance—extremely domestic, yet exceptionally warm.

And pleasing to the eye.

Just like the married life I'd fantasized about as a child.

My originally shitty mood instantly improved.

At this moment, Spencer's android also noticed me.

His cheeks seemed to have a faint blush compared to before:

"You're awake?"

"Then come eat dinner."

"Oh."

I responded and walked toward the table.

Amazed once again.

Worth it!

This $999 was totally worth it!

Not only could he do laundry and cook, he even massaged my waist before I went to sleep.

Total male housekeeper.

Not to mention he had Spencer's incredibly handsome face.

So while he was massaging, I started getting distracted again.

Couldn't help wanting another taste.

Just as I pounced, I accidentally knocked my teeth on the android's chin.

Rock hard—hurt so bad I yelped.

At the same time, with a thud, a phone also fell to the floor.

I instinctively felt my pocket and found my beloved phone was still safely there.

Then whose was that on the floor?

"It looks kind of familiar..."

I murmured while picking it up.

Took a closer look!

Holy shit, isn't this Spencer's phone?

How did it end up at my place?

Just as I was shocked, I suddenly met the android's dark eyes below.

A chilly wind swept up my back.

The phone just fell from his body.

So he is...

"The phone was left by that gentleman last night."

"I forgot to tell master, sorry."

Before I could finish that terrifying speculation, Spencer's android suddenly spoke.

And sat up from the sofa.

"That's good, that's good."

I'd just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly thought of something, my heart rising again:

"Wait!"

"How did you know someone brought me home last night? Did I unbox you in front of him?"

Then wouldn't he guess the real purpose of me buying the android?

A wave of fear washed over me.

Fortunately, Spencer's android's answer came quickly:

"No, you only opened me after that gentleman left."

"It's just that when the delivery was brought up, it accidentally got bumped, hitting my power switch, so I activated early."

"I only knew that gentleman came because I saw through two holes in the box."

"He didn't notice me, don't worry."

I quickly patted my chest:

"So that's what happened. Scared me to death."

"If that Spencer found out, he'd kill me."

Hearing this, the android's eyes became somewhat deep:

"You really don't like him?"

"Ugh, just thinking about him is aggravating."

"Why do you say that?"

The android seemed to have his interest piqued. Usually as quiet as Spencer, now asking question after question.

I waved my hand dismissively:

"Don't ask things you shouldn't ask."

But the next second, I saw him lower his eyes, eyelashes trembling slightly.

Looking somewhat disappointed:

"I didn't mean to overstep. I'm just a bit curious since that gentleman last night looked exactly like me."

"I know I was custom-made. I suppose I'm his replacement."

The way he said it made me sound like some kind of promiscuous bitch.

I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.

So I went to explain:

"Um... you are a replacement, but not in the traditional sense."

Then I told him all about how Spencer exploited me, how he made me work overtime in various ways, my inner complaints, and how I custom-ordered an android that looked like him just to vent my frustration.

The android was silent for a long moment, an expression of hidden restraint appearing between his brows.

"Then he really was too much to you."

I patted his shoulder in agreement:

"Exactly! So how could I possibly like this kind of evil capitalist?"

"I bought you purely to vent, to thoroughly bully..."

Before I finished speaking, the Spencer android took my hand and placed it on his smooth face:

"Mm, I understand. It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain. You can ravage me to your heart's content. Vent all your workplace frustrations on me. I can take it."

After speaking, his beautiful eyes lifted, as if hinting:

"Just like you vented today."