Chapter 30 - The Fifth Floor
Anna felt that the book looked familiar, and it didn’t take her long to realize that it was one of the books David had requested Anna to personally go and buy.
‘Why would the Master be reading that book?’ she wondered.
While she was preoccupied with gazing curiously at the book, Dylan reached out and lifted the teapot she was pouring by its spout with a finger. The teacup she was supposed to be filling was full to the brim, nearly spilling over. Surprised, Anna quickly pulled the teapot away and set it down onto the table.
Dylan didn’t say anything in particular about her would-be blunder. Although she wanted to stay by his side for a while longer, she was aware she had no real reason to, so she gave him a bow and turned to make her leave. At the same time, the other servant working nearby finished their work on the curtains, having lifted and pulled them off, so they were preparing to leave as well.
Just as Anna was about to open the door, Dylan’s voice rang out, driving them all to a halt. “Stop,” he said. “I think I ordered a different variety of tea.”
No, that wasn’t it. He was specifically holding onto Anna so she would have to stay behind with him while the other two left.
A particularly loud sigh came from Samantha, and Anna began to wonder why everything seemed to go wrong today. Why was Master Dylan being so cold and terrible to her now when he was so different yesterday? Her mood hit rock bottom. Rather than the fact that she had messed up twice today, it was his attitude toward her that made her feel worse.
“I apologize. I’ll bring some new tea for you,” Anna said.
Dylan slid his chair back and stood up. The sound of the motion was audible. His chilling eyes drifted past Anna and toward the other two employees. They got the message quick, leaving the room in fear of being dragged into trouble along with Anna. Soon enough, she stood alone.
“What kind of tea should I bring?” she asked.
They had left the door open behind her. Dylan began to shout as he approached her. “Why do you keep letting your mind wander like this?” he fumed. “Do you even know how many mistakes you’ve made up until now? Can you honestly not go a single day without making one?”
He slammed the door shut and Anna flinched, frightened by the sound. Yesterday he had kindly held her, personally unzipping her uniform for her, yet now it seemed as if he had returned to his old self, hell-bent on kicking her out of the household.
Anna could barely keep her tears in check, genuine concern creeping into her voice. “Master, why are you treating me like this?”
“You really don’t know?” The look in his eyes was serious.
She pouted, wholeheartedly upset. “Yes,” she said. “I don’t understand, so please explain.”
Dylan began to stroke her lower lip. Anna must have given her all in serving him yesterday for her lips had swollen overnight. It didn’t seem like she realized just how seductive the sight of it looked to him.
“It’s so I could do this,” he said, clasping their mouths together in a kiss. It was deep and passionate, lifting Anna’s heavy, rock-bottom heart slowly back up.
He intentionally kicked them out. For this.
Parting, Dylan gave Anna’s forehead a quick peck. “I have something to give you personally as well, after all.”
“Something to give me?”
He guided her to a chair in front of a glass round table. Then, he pulled a rectangular box out of hiding from under his bed, presenting it to her. He kneeled before her, and she shifted in place, uncomfortable with the gesture. He seemed unfazed by it, however, instead pulling out a black shoe from within the box.
He took the old, worn shoes Anna was wearing off for her. “I can at least buy my own shoes, you know,” she said. These new shoes may have been the cheapest ones for sale in the shop, but Anna still regarded them hesitantly, burdened by his generosity.
“I didn’t buy it so you don’t need to worry about it.”
“You didn’t? Then who did?”
“I got it for free after buying a different pair of shoes. I only took the offer since they seemed to be the perfect size for your feet,” he explained.
Hearing this, Anna’s expression became a little lighter. After Dylan slipped the shoes onto her, she turned them about, admiring them from every angle she could manage. Standing up, she spun around, her voice rising in pitch with her elation.
“My goodness, they fit me perfectly!” she exclaimed. Dylan cracked a smile, nodding his head.
“I thought so,” he said. “That’s why I’m giving them to you.”
Seeing her so happy made him feel happy as well. Certain that she wouldn’t have another unfortunate accident involving stepping on anything dangerous—like glass, perhaps—while wearing those flimsy old shoes, some of his worries began to fade.