"Those are the clothes the Young Master likes," the servant answered matter-of-factly. What she wore was not decided by her own preferences, but by Thomas Shannon’s. As a maid, this was a duty she had to observe. Especially since... she was a woman connected to the Young Master. She should take even more care to dress according to his preferences.
Sophie Sullivan said nothing, nor did she show any intention of putting on the clothes. She entered the bath chamber and shut the door. The water in the bathtub had already been drawn. She removed her shirt and stepped in. The water temperature was comfortable, and the essential oils had a soothing effect on her nerves. The fragrance of roses drifted delicately through the air.
Sophie Sullivan’s nerves finally relaxed completely, and she began to ponder how to deal with Thomas Shannon.Since her repeated attempts to escape had all been futile, she might as well find a once-and-for-all solution.Why should she mind all this? Before she managed to escape, she could only endure.
Her mind a muddle of thoughts, the bath chamber door was knocked. A servant was urging her from outside the door. She responded with a sound, then rose and put on her bathrobe.
When Sophie Sullivan opened the door, the servant saw her wearing the bathrobe, frowned, and said with so displeasure, "The Young Master wants to see you. You need to be quick."
"Lead the way," Sophie Sullivan replied casually, one hand toying with her hair. She seed to pay no mind to Thomas Shannon’s orders at all, unlike a servant who would be trembling with fear.
"Before you see the Young Master, you must change out of this bathrobe," the servant said forcefully.
"Don’t dawdle. If ti is wasted, will you take responsibility?" Sophie Sullivan bypassed the servant and walked out. Change? Aren’t we in a hurry? What a lot of nonsense.
The servant was helpless against her. Even Minimus Hart had been punished because of her; this servant certainly didn’t dare to act rashly. If she tried to force Sophie Sullivan, her fate might be even worse than Minimus Hart’s.
The servant could only grit her teeth, quickly catch up to Sophie Sullivan, and lead her to the door of Thomas Shannon’s bedroom.
"If the Young Master holds you accountable later, you’ll have to bear it all yourself," the servant whispered, anxious to distance herself from any bla.
Charlie River knocked on the door. "Young Master, the maniac is here."
"In."
Charlie River pushed open the door. "Go in."
Sophie Sullivan stepped into the bedroom. Behind her, Charlie River closed the door.
Thomas Shannon seed to have just finished his bath and was wearing a white bathrobe. His hair was still dripping wet, and he was drying it with a white towel held in one hand. The mont Sophie Sullivan entered, he beckoned her over.
A towel was thrust into her hands. Sophie Sullivan paused slightly. "What for?"
"What for?" Thomas Shannon scoffed coldly. "What do you think it’s for?" Who exactly was the servant here? Her or him?To not even have this bit of awareness as a servant—did she want to go sweep the horse stables?
Sophie Sullivan realized what he ant, but she didn’t want to do it. Doesn’t he have his own hands? Can’t he dry his own hair? Why must it be ?What audacity.
"Less nonsense. Hurry up," Thomas Shannon urged, his hair still dripping uncomfortably.
Sophie Sullivan grumbled, "You’re so tall. How am I supposed to dry it?"
The man sat down on the sofa. Sophie Sullivan moved behind him, draped the towel over his head, and unwillingly began to dry his hair. The way she applied force, it wasn’t like she was drying his hair, but more like she wanted to yank it all out.
Thomas Shannon’s handso face darkened. "Are you retaliating?"
He’s only realizing it now? Isn’t that a bit late?She did indeed want to yank all his hair out. Too bad he noticed.
Suppressing a laugh, she said with a straight face, "No."
"Heh. You think I’d believe you?"
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