What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Is Mr. Sade coming back tonight?" the maid asked the other.

"Sir said he's going to be late, get him ready for a bath."

In the small manor villa outside the city, the servants took care of everything in the manor in an orderly manner.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the sound of horseshoes came from the road.

A group of four maids welcomed them out, saying in unison: "Sir, welcome home."

A hand was stretched out from the carriage, and the curtain was lifted, and a man with blond hair and green eyes in a white leather dress got out of the carriage.

"Tonight's salon is so boring!" The owner of the manor jumped out of the car, threw his hat to the attendant, and asked the maid, "Is the bath water ready?"

"Ready, sir, you can take it anytime."

"Very good." Martin raised his head, whistled lightly, and went straight into the room.

bathroom.

In the bathing pool, which is wide enough to accommodate more than ten people, Martin is lying in the center of the raised platform, holding a glass of sparkling white wine in his hand, slightly drunk.

Today's party made him unable to enter the state.

That pestering Martha has come again!

He decided not to attend the salon on T-Street for the next half month.

Irritability!

Martin gulped down the wine.

"Sir, the bathrobe you want." The footman with a steady voice came in with a folded robe.

Martin put down his wine glass, got up and came to the waiter.

The waiter understood, and wrapped the naked body in a bathrobe without looking away.

"Are you going to rest, sir?"

"No, don't bother me." After leaving this sentence, Martin walked out of the room without looking back.

The male servant stopped in the steamy bathroom, the heat stained his always pale face a little red, and the monocle on the bridge of his nose was covered with a layer of wet mist.

He stared at the distant figure intently until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.