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Chapter 17

Chapter 17

She glanced around and looked inside the maid's room, but there was no one.

After Sally entered and locked the door, she glared at the luxurious shopping bag as if it was a ticking time bomb. After she pondered over and over again, she finally opened and squinted her eyes.

'...What kind of whim is this again?'

The first thing she took out was an ointment in a small box.

...It was to apply to wounds on the face.

Since when did Winston pay so much attention to the wounds of a maid? Just in the mansion kitchen, there are a lot of maids who cut their hands, and he should send it there. He was not a normal thinker, so it wouldn't mean an apology. What kind of trick was this...?

Putting put the ointment box in the drawer and going through the shopping bag, inside were twelve flat, square boxes.

A vicious sigh escaped Sally's mouth as she opened a box with a colorful pattern on it.

Silk stockings.

It was three times more expensive than what Sally picked up and placed this afternoon. It also contained three pairs of each color: black, white, brown, and peach.

Jimmy's absurd command repeated in her mind as she stared at the twelve bomb boxes lying on her bed.

"...Please don't do this."

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A hum came out of Sally, who was cleaning out Winston's annex dressing room. Govurn's rescue operation was going to be an unexpected good fortune.

Winston went to Govurn the day after the operation and did not return until today, three days later.

'Do not come back forever.'

A ray of scarlet sunset light leaked through the gap in the curtain that covered the long window. It seemed that he would not come back today, considering that even at dusk, Lieutenant Campbell had not made a call to prepare something for Winston's.

Winston had been sleeping a lot in the annex bedroom rather than the main building in the past few months.

As a result, Sally was really busy as she took care of his personal belongings.mAs she picked up the officer's uniform from the laundry cart and hung it neatly in the closet, she frowned as she recalled the gossip in the laundry room the other day.

"All the button threads are tattered."

The maids in charge of the laundry smirked at the fact that Winston's trousers had to be re-buttoned with strong thread. She was obviously referring to the pants he was wearing the day she attacked Sally.

"What made him so excited that the button broke?"

"Didn't you hear that he had a date with the Grand Lady that day?"

Crazy bastard...

He spent all evening with her fiancee and tried to attack the maid as soon as he returned.

"He's tall, and his hands are big, so, hmm, would it be big?"

One of the maids whispered, the other clenched her fist and shook her forearm.

"It's obvious just by looking at the stretched thread. Won't it be this big? Don't you think it must have been outstanding there, too?"

At that moment, without realizing it, Sally remembered the large 'cigar' and wrinkled her expression as if she had chewed an insect. Why the hell was they curious about the dirty parts of that garbage...? Even though she didn't want to know, it was just a shame she couldn't undo it anymore.