Yeats Howard secretly took the two little rascals to Squire Manor.
The man at home was expressionlessly washing dishes.
Chloe Winston, who spent her evenings either sheet-masking or sleeping to maintain her beauty, quietly tugged at Delphine's clothes and asked, "Delphine, does your husband not like me staying here?"
"He's like that with everyone, even with Yeats," Delphine's jet-black eyes gleamed slightly.
"Earlier, I tried to go wash the dishes and got stared back by your husband." Chloe was still a bit panicked. As someone who had come here to freeload off food and shelter, Chloe was self-aware enough to quickly clear the dishes after the meal. When she attempted to wash them, the dashing and elegant man walked past, rolled up his sleeves in front of her with unparalleled grace, and started washing the dishes, treating her entirely as if she were invisible.
