Enjoying herself, Oriana’s hand hovered to the left side of his chest.
’Hmm? Why is his heart beating so fast? Is he nervous?’
Thoughtlessly, her fingers moved down towards his stomach, feeling the tightly packed abdon, causing Arlan to freeze.
’Further down? This idiot is going ahead of herself.’
He yanked that impudent hand and—
Splash!
Oriana found herself in the bathtub with him, her body drenched in water with Arlan’s body under her.
"Ah! Apologies! I don’t know—" she panicked to get out, causing her to step on the soap on the bottom of the bathtub. Her body was now directly pressed above him. ’What the hell had just happened?’
"If you want to take advantage of it, then say you want to and do it openly," she heard him say, his blue eyes turning darker for so reason, "and then I can also take advantage of your body. Isn’t it unfair to that only one of us gets to enjoy it?"
"What?" She tried to get away, but her leg was tangled with his and she fell back on him, her hands taking the support of his chest, making the water splash again.
Arlan looked at that beautiful drenched face, her small face burning bright red in embarrassnt. He had an urge to yank off the black fabric wrapped around her head, wanting to see her long wet red blond hair framing her pretty face. His heart skipped a beat at the beauty he imagined she would be.
"Apologies, my Lord. Please let go of . I...I need to get out of the bathtub."
She tried to move away, but his hands had wrapped themselves around her waist, keeping her in place.
"Hey, pervert! I said let go!" she could not help but yell when her patience snapped.
"Pervert? I’m sure the one in front of started this all by taking advantage of my body."
She moved her upper body backwards.
"Advantage?" she chuckled in disbelief. "Why would I take advantage of another man’s body when mine is far better in my eyes?"
Arlan smirked and tilted his head a little as his hands moved back to rest at the edge of the bathtub. "Shall we take off our clothes and compare whose body is better then?"
Oriana’s rationality finally returned, and instinctively, she moved her hands to cover her chest "I was wrong. Of course, my skinny body is nothing compared to the Lord’s perfect body."
She stepped out of the bathtub as Arlan didn’t tease her anymore.
Arlan left the tub as well and wrapped the towel on the table around her when he noticed her shivering. "Change out of your wet clothes and then co back. I don’t want you to fall sick and have an excuse to not work."
As she had been given permission to leave, Oriana ran out of the side chamber to go to her room in the adjacent residence. Fortunately, most servants were helping out in the dining room so few saw her in her pitiful state.
"What happened, Orian?" The Head Maid ca across and asked, seeing her wet and still wrapped in a towel.
"I happened to fall into water. I am fine."
"The Lord?"
"He asked to co back after I change clothes."
"As long as he was not angry," the Head Maid sighed a relief. "On your first day, mistakes can happen. Don’t worry, go and change into another uniform."
With a brittle smile, Oriana hurried towards her own room in the servant quarters.
Squish, squish, squish...
With a trail of water marking each of her footsteps, Oriana finally arrived in her room and locked the door behind her. Her body was drenched with lavender-scented water, her attendant uniform dripping wet and her leather shoes sloshing with water inside. A small pool of water had ford under her shoes.
Oriana let out a frustrated groan. She felt kind of sorry to the busy servants outside who were tasked to dry the water trail she left behind.
’I will apologize later.’
With a sigh, she removed that towel wrapped around her and saw her reflection in the large mirror inside. She could not help but stare at her pitiful appearance. Her soaked clothes were stuck to her body, showing her delicate form.
Due to the chest band, her chest didn’t pop out much, but still, her current appearance was the kind that would bring out motherly instincts from won...and wicked intentions from n like that perverted lord.
’It is a disaster for a pretty face to have such a thin and delicate body,’ she could not help but think as she used the towel to wipe her face dry. ’I sure cannot let myself be drenched again and look like this, or else, I will be more targeted in this world full of perverts.’
This only strengthened Oriana’s belief that her grandfather is wise to make her not live as a woman. WIth her beauty along with her commoner status, perhaps, she had been forced into so old noble’s concubine years ago.
’That Lord of a pervert saw like this. If he tries to pull one more prank like earlier, I will kick his nuts even if the Ahrens fire !’
She removed the outer coat and hung it on a chair.
’Why do I have to be so pretty that even the appearance of a boy cannot save from perverts? Is this the cost of being so beautiful?’
Just as she was about to unbutton her white shirt, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked as she hurried to wrap the blanket to cover her upper body.
"It is ." It was Janella, the Head Maid. "Open the door."
Oriana did as told and saw the strict-looking woman holding a tray with a steaming cup of tea. She accepted the tray with confusion.
"Miss Janella, this...?"
"It’s winter. Don’t catch a cold."
"Thank you—"
But the old woman had already turned around, not letting her finish her words.
Another maidservant happened to see this, and she smiled at Oriana.
"The Head Maid looks strict but she’s like a mother to all of us. Hurry and drink the tea while it’s hot. You cannot fall sick on your first day as valet. Take your ti," the maidservant said before she left. Oriana noticed she was carrying a bucket with wet rags inside. It seed that she was the one who cleaned after Oriana’s ss.
Oriana closed the door with a smile.
’The world is full of good people, it just happens that the bad people are the ones on top. It’s really unfair. Well, that perverted lord caused this ss in the first place. If I fall sick, it’s his fault.’
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