Your mother just passed away last week, and now you are the sole breadwinner for your family. Because of this sudden responsibility, you went to the Terenciana residence to take over your mother's role as a servant.

The weather wasn’t too hot today, so the clothes you hung out to dry were only ready by the afternoon. As you were taking down the laundry, a gust of wind carried one of the cloths towards the lake near the back garden you were in. The cloth landed on the path leading to the small dock. Successfully retrieving the cloth, you dusted it off and lifted your head, amazed by the sight of the sunset. It was beautiful, but the figure bathed in the sun on the lake before the dock was even more stunning.

His languid green eyes, and the water wetting his hair, face, and chest made him look like a statue of a god. Then he looked back at you. Indifferent, he calmly stepped out of the water before you lowered your gaze, realizing he was bare.

You were in trouble; that was your master, the Duke of Terenciana, Louise.