If I don't teach her a lesson, she'll never show me respect.
He rose smoothly, wearing a "gentle" smile. He approached her, hugged her shoulders, and flashed a brighter smile that seemed real enough for the servants, but Olaedo knew better. It was fake to the bone.
"Good morning, Mrs. Arinze," he whispered, voice dripping sweetness. "Gosh, I've waited so long to say this, it can never be enough." He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough for the servants to catch a faint melody of charm. "Shocked to see my face, huh? Isn't it because of you that I didn't get enough sleep last night?"
Olaedo froze.
Around them, the servants exchanged knowing glances. Last night… they had stayed up late together.
The older servants smiled, quietly pleased, surely a little Young Master or Young Mistress was on the way. The younger ones glanced away, cheeks flushing as heat rose to their ears.
