Chapter 89 : A Dangerous Fake Smile
After Ellie walked out from the back kitchen, she carried a tray. Besides the champagne the Young Miss had requested, she had thoughtfully prepared extra desserts as well.
It was clear she truly cared. She encouraged herself internally and hurried back.
As she approached the corner ahead, she even imagined her tily appearance — her perfect performance and thoughtful initiative beyond instructions — all being rembered by the Young Miss.
She even planned to take the opportunity to emphasize Eve’s “neglect of duty,” while highlighting how she herself had properly compensated for it. Her thoughts surged, and her steps unconsciously quickened.
Suddenly—
By sheer coincidence, a figure ca from the opposite direction around the corner. Neither reacted in ti, and they nearly collided.
She cried out in alarm. By instinct she stopped her steps, leaning backward to steady her balance, but the champagne unfortunately tilted toward the other person.
The liquid broke free from the glass, scattering through the air and splashing onto the dress. Almost the entire glass was spilled.
Clink… hum—hum—
The goblet fell to the ground and spun. Because it had slid along the skirt, it did not shatter, but it left a conspicuous stain.
This is bad…
That was Ellie’s first thought. She quickly bent down to place the tray on the floor, straightened, and blurted out, “I am terribly sorry! I did not an to! I am truly, truly sorry!”
Looking at the other person’s shoes and the dripping hem of the dress, she swallowed nervously. No response ca.
The air grew silent. She could faintly hear guests chatting outside. The rising pressure made her sneak a glance upward.
First ca fiery red wavy hair, then the neck, and finally that extrely exquisite face—
Her pupils shrank.
“Y-Young… Miss…”
No — not the Young Miss. The Young Miss was not that tall, nor so full-figured. Yet coincidentally the hair color was identical.
Too similar… almost as if carved from the sa mold. Ellie stared blankly, frozen.
“Young Miss? I believe you have mistaken …”
The woman spoke. The voice was pleasant, but Ellie had no mind to appreciate it. She hurriedly bowed again and again.
She kept repeating apologies.
Anyone dressed so luxuriously and appearing here was certainly wealthy or noble. Ellie desperately sought a chance for forgiveness.
“I am sorry! I did not watch the road and offended you! I am truly sorry for dirtying your dress! Please—”
But in the next mont—
A figure dropped soundlessly from the ceiling and landed steadily behind her. Without pause, the person acted the instant their feet touched the ground.
Ellie felt a sudden tightness at the back of her head. Pain shot across her scalp as her long hair was violently pulled backward.
“Ah!”
Caught off guard, she cried out. Her vision spun, her body moved, and she was slamd against the wall, pinned firmly in place.
When danger struck, the first instinct was to call for help — but she could not utter even a syllable. Sothing pressed tightly against the back of her neck.
She could not breathe. Her face flushed red, her hands flailed helplessly. “Urgh… gh… cough—!”
“My, do not be so violent. In such a grand place, staining things would be troubleso.”
At those words, the force behind her neck eased slightly. She could breathe again, though she remained pinned to the wall.
Baifuli walked forward smiling and raised her hand to stroke her little pet’s head, gently soothing, “It is fine. Do not be so agitated.”
The one she comforted was the figure restraining Ellie — not a pet at all, but a living person.
Then again… perhaps the two did not conflict.
Notably, two maids stood in this corridor — one was Ellie, the other Baifuli’s little “pet.”
She was a girl in a maid outfit. Her short silver-white hair was striking, with a small braid hanging beside each ear.
Her face was pale and clean. At this mont she frowned fiercely, like a small dog protecting its master.
“All right, Mia. Be gentler. If you hold her like that, she cannot even speak. How can I ask what happened?” Baifuli said softly, shaking her head helplessly.
A low growl ca from the girl’s throat. She showed no intention of letting go.
Seeing this, Baifuli leaned close and whispered beside her ear, “If you do not listen, you will sleep alone tonight.”
The mont those words fell, the maid called Mia instantly changed. She released her grip and stood obediently.
It was hard to imagine that the sa person had just easily dragged an adult and acted so violently.
She held Baifuli’s arm and gently swayed it, the two small braids beside her ears swaying as well.
“I do not want to sleep alone. I want to sleep with Master…”
Though Mia and Baifuli were similar in height, Mia’s lowered head and pitiful expression, along with her weak voice, made the hierarchy obvious.
Baifuli lightly tapped Mia’s head and said in a charming, magnetic voice, “I took you out from that lifeless church so you would serve
properly.”
“Not so you could attack people at every turn like an untrained wild dog.”
“Mm…”
“As punishnt, five tis tonight. Look how frightened she is.”
Hm? Where did she go?
Baifuli still pointed at empty air.
They had not noticed the miserable figure at first. Turning their heads, they saw—
During those few seconds of conversation, Ellie had crawled away a distance using both hands and feet in desperate survival instinct.
She did not even dare stand to run.
But the next mont, her hope shattered instantly.
Her collar was seized by pure force, and she was dragged back, then thrown heavily into the original corner like a sack.
“Ah—! Puh… cough!” Ellie coughed up blood in pain.
Her eyes widened, her body trembled violently. Terror and disbelief filled her gaze, and under the threat to her life she instinctively drew her legs tight.
“Do not co closer… please… do not…!”
“Shh~” Baifuli crouched before her calmly, supporting her chin casually. “Could you keep your voice down? After all, you only dirtied my dress.”
“It is nothing serious. Ah… I forgot, sorry. You look a bit miserable now, but…”
She deliberately stretched her tone, a playful smile on her lips. “I did not do this, did I? So do not be nervous. Relax. Let us have a proper talk… about my dress, and your recklessness.”
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