The Mistress Runs Away

“What dress would you like to wear? What about earrings and necklace? How do you want me to do your hair?”

“One question at a time Joanne… I can’t answer all of them at once. And, there’s still plenty of time, right?”

“Miss!!!! We have to start getting you ready by now! Melissa is not here and I will be the only one to help you prepare for the party.”

Of course, they brought a couple more maids to tend to Rowena, but they were mainly in charge of chores. Moreover, because of Rowena’s personality, she did not want to show her body or entrust her hair to someone she did not know well, so for this trip, it was only Joanne who could do that.

“Food, yes, I want to eat first. Let’s do that. Hm?”

“But…”

“Joanne, you must be hungry too. Please go eat your meal and then come to help me get ready.”

Rowena, who had cut off Joanne before she could say anything, gave a firm order. There was peace at last once Joanne, although hesitinaly, left the tent.

“Haaa.”

Rowena, having washed her face, headed for the dining room, which was connected to the bedroom. God knows when the servant came and prepared the dining table, but there was a lavish meal already laid out on the table. Rowena sighed as she sat down without bothering to look at the food.

“I wonder why I acted that way yesterday.. it is not as if I was a child,” she muttered.

She felt somewhat embarrassed by the way she acted last night. if this was to happen before, she would have pretended not to hear and laughed it off, but now, she had no intention of standing still when someone is trying to make fun of her. In fact, this was a lesson she had learned over the past few years, the more she tolerated rude people, the more they’ll continue to act this way towards her and keep on ignoring her, enduring it will not make them start to respect her miraculously, anyone says otherwise is naïve or bluntly speaking, stupid. This statement was true five and still is to this day. Being kind will not do her any good.

“How did you act like a child?”

As she rested her chin on her hands with elbows placed on the dining table, when someone started talking to her from behind.

She didn’t need to turn her back to know exactly who it was. Rowena, lifting her head, smiled at Killian, who was approaching, and sat down in the chair across from her.

“When did you get here?”

“Just now.”

He must have been hunting earlier, but unlike yesterday, there was no smell of blood on him. Besides, he wasn’t even in his hunting attire! Rowena blinked in suspicion, but Killian, holding a knife, opened his mouth first, as if reading her thoughts.

“I bathed.”

“Ah I thought you dressing in your usual attire was a bit strange. But you could’ve eaten first and taken a bath later…”

“Because you don’t like it.”

It was a simple, indifferent answer, but crazy enough to cause Rowena to put down the fork she was holding.

“Do you have a twin brother, by any chance?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you say yesterday that you enjoy the expressions I make when there is something I don’t like?”

Killian, who raised his eyebrows at the sudden sound, chuckled lightly, and as she saw him ignoring her first question, another one came flying at him.

“Who was the man who slept with me last night?”

“You can even make a joke like that?”

“I’m asking you seriously.”

“I don’t have a doppelgänger, so don’t worry.”

Kilian, who answered with the look as if she was asking a trivial question, poured some wine into a glass and drank it.

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