Chapter 37 - Period
She swatted Dylan’s hand away and stood up once more. Regardless of how much he pouted, there was no use. Samantha had been even more aggressive with her attacks against Anna lately. Earlier today she had been following Samantha’s orders to put away the curtain hanging in Madam Jane’s room and place it in storage. Instead, she got into trouble.
The curtain was something that Madam Jane held dear since it had been hand-made by her mother. Seeing as Anna had suddenly taken it away without any warning, the whole household had been up in arms for a few moments. Madam Jane had only calmed down after taking the curtain back from Anna. Samantha asked for forgiveness in place of Anna, citing that Anna made serious mistakes like that all the time.
Samantha harassed Anna in numerous similar ways, each of them petty and childish. However, no one would believe Anna when she told them that she was simply following Samantha’s orders. Samantha was recognized as a talented employee by the Kilner household, working for them for many years, whilst Anna had only started working for them three years ago. Compared to her, Anna was a complete rookie as a maid.
“That book,” Dylan began.
“Book?” Anna had moved on to cleaning an empty bookshelf. She glanced toward where Dylan was still sitting on the sofa.
“The book that my older brother requested of you,” he clarified.
“Ah, that book! Oh, dear. Did you return it back to him yourself, Master Dylan?”
“Yeah, I brought it to him myself. But, in any case, that book. Why did my brother order you to buy that particular book?”
Anna’s expression turned smug. “He’s been making me buy books for the past three years now. It’s because I know how to read, after all.”
“It’s not like there isn’t anyone else in this household that can read… So, what I’m asking is: why did it have to be you specifically?” Dylan’s forehead creased as he spoke, frowning. In comparison to how seriously Dylan was taking this, Anna looked far too relaxed.
“Madam Jane only ever brings Amy along whenever she goes out to buy tea. Amy knows quite a lot about tea, after all. For example, tea with dried rosemary helps with digestion after meals, and chamomile helps with sleep,” Anna explained. She pulled out a new washcloth from an iron washing bucket. “So I think Master David’s doing something similar to that. Of course, I wouldn’t dare insinuate that my knowledge is on par with his. He’s simply being generous to me since he knows that reading is my hobby and he wanted to allow me the opportunity to read more. He’s a kind person, after all.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said. “Kind indeed.”
She was right. His older brother was a kind person. However, Dylan was suspicious as to whether this was actually true or not, since, in his eyes, David had been treating Carol terribly this whole time. And the reason as to why might have been because of Anna herself.
“Just like how Madam Jane and Amy connect through tea, I could say that Master David and I connect through books.”
What? Dylan’s expression grew stiff. “Then, what about me and you?” he asked.
“Huh?” Anna turned her head. She hadn’t noticed until now, but he had approached her and he was now right behind her.
“What do you and I connect with?”
At that, she smiled sheepishly in embarrassment. His hands took hold of her hips. Lowering his head, he pressed a collection of kisses along the nape of her neck.
“Jeez,” she whined. “I said I can’t do it today.” She pulled his hands off her and slid herself away from his grip. Dylan’s expression grew noticeably dark at the action, but she didn’t notice.
“I can give Samantha an excuse for you.”
“But, still. We can’t.”
After getting rejected again, Dylan began to complain, his tone demonstrating his annoyance. “Is there perhaps another reason why then?” he asked testily.
Anna shook her head more intensely than necessary, looking as if she was burdened by some kind of guilt.