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CHAPTER 31-33

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CHAPTER XXXl

When Sally returned to the annex with a cart full of clean laundry, the sky was tinged with sunset. The reason why it looked particularly bloody today may be because another ‘guest’ came to the torture chamber.

“Phew…”

Even so, it was the last day, and the maids in the laundry didn’t let her go.

They started chatting with each other, saying goodbye, and towards the end, they tried to investigate the rumors about Winston. She was exhausted from playing the innocent and pitiful maid who had been played by a nobleman for an hour.

Sally pushed the cart up the ramp at the entrance to the annex, figuring out what to do.

She would just organize the laundry and go downstairs. All she had to do was figure out who the ’guest’ was and tell Jimmy directly. Then, she would have to call Fred and give him a warning secretly as well.

After dinner, she went up to the maid’s room, checked her belongings one last time, and went to sleep.

Then, she would get up tomorrow morning before sunrise and go through the back door of the mansion. She decided to get a wagon to deliver milk to the mansion and ride it out to Halewood. Taking the tram to Winsford, she would catch the train.

She had planned to stop by Sally Bristol’s hometown for a day or so without going home right away.

‘Can I think of it as a short vacation?’

It was probably a rural village with fewer sights than here, but at least it would be easier to breathe than here.

‘…Then, I will finally be able to see Jimmy in two or three days.’

She could finally abandon the name she was reluctant with, Sally Bristol. Forever.

“Oh!”

Suddenly, the cart swung forward.

As she fell, someone jumped out from behind the cart and propped his arm in front of Sally. In an instant, her waist was caught, and she was trapped in the man’s arms. Without even looking up, she could tell who the owner of this pungent cigar scent was.

“Captain, please stop.”

The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged Sally’s waist tightly.

She thought he was going to let her go easily somehow. She bent her right leg behind and was about to kick his left shin when Winston let her go.

“Wherever you got your training, you’re fighting really well.”

She glanced at him with a smirk and reached for her cart. However, her hand couldn’t reach the cart. It was because Winston grabbed Sally’s hand, pretending to be her lover, and gave a chin gesture to the soldiers standing behind the cart.

“Let me go.”

Sally twisted her hand as the soldiers dragged the cart. Instead, Winston forced her fingers apart, interlocked them with his, and smirked.

“We kissed each other, but the hands are not okay?”

Sally paused when Winston recalled the moment she was trying to erase from her mind.

“…I have a lot of work to do.”

“Don’t mind it. You have somewhere to go with me.”

She questioned as she was dragged into the annex.