Chapter 10909
Sunlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow on the pale green bedding. A girl’s slender, alabaster arm was stretched out, a picture of delicate beauty. The entire scene was like a rich, vibrant oil painting.
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A phone vibrated twice.
Marguerite’s eyes fluttered open. She reached out and felt for the cool metal of her phone. It was a message from the Northpine Wraith.
[Maggie, I’m on the plane p>
[Landing around 11. See you at the hospital p>
She tossed the phone aside, ready to go back to sleep, when a sudden memory jolted her upright. She scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom for a shower. She remembered now. That cheeky girl-her-had spent the entire night having those kinds of dreams. And the object of her dreams had been George.
As the warm water cascaded over her, Marguerite gave herself a light slap on the cheek. “He’s the noble, saintly ‘Ice Prince.’ How could I have such lewd thoughts about him? It’s just wrong p>
Of course, Marguerite’s mother had educated her about sex from a young age to ensure she could protect herself. Now that she was an adult, she wasn’t ashamed of such things, but the subject of her dream was… problematic. Especially since he clearly had no interest in her that way.
“It’s not entirely my fault. The wine is the main culprit,” Marguerite muttered, trying to console herself On the bright side, that good cry fast night felt like it had cleansed her of impurities, leaving her feeling lighter both mentally and physically. She couldn’t remember the last time she had wailed like that. It would have been perfect, if not for the snot bubble.
When she went downstairs, she found George in the kitchen again, preparing
breakfast. Today, it was old Northpine-style noodles with minced meat sauce, and
the aroma was intoxicating. Marguerite ate quickly, feeling a bit guilty.
As she was leaving, George’s eyes
followed her. Stella had taken a shower this morning; she smelled of lemon body wash. She never used to
shower in the morning. What be
changed? Was the air conditioning In her room not working properly? Was she too hot? He should go check.
Watching her get into the car, George stood up and headed upstairs. The butler efficiently cleared the table, unfazed. The
masterhand-washed Ms
Lopez’s
clothes every day before going to work. He changed her bedsheets every three days and kept her closet perfectly organized The long-term staff here knew what to say and, more importantly, what not to say. Sometimes, the butler felt a twinge of envy. At least the master could wash the clothes of the woman he loved. He couldn’t even get that close.
Theobald hadn’t arrived in Northpine yet, so Nancy came to pick Marguerite up. Noticing the scent of body wash, she asked, “Did you shower this morning, Marguerite?” Did she… last night… Nancy thought, then quickly reined herself in. No! Stop it!
Marguerite nodded, offering a casual excuse. “Yeah, I felt a little warm when I woke up p>
Nancy’s gossip-loving heart fluttered. She kept her eyes on the road, but her mind was racing. “So, you and Mr. Spencer p>
“He’s my landlord,” Marguerite replied flatly. “I’m renting a room from him p>
Nancy was stunned. The ship she had just launched had sunk without a trace. “Oh,” she said, disappointed. “I was thinking that’s why you weren’t interested in Joshua— because you were with Mr. Spencer p>