At night.
Cill was sullenly lying on the table in his bedroom.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her bandaged hands, and her eyes were inexplicably soaked.
She regretted it.
Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to come to his house to be a maid that day, otherwise she wouldn't have suffered such a grievance.
She stood up, then stubbornly walked out the door.
She's going to say goodbye to him, and she'd rather put on a show for him than stay here and be his maid As Cill opened the door, he heard the cheerful voices of the maids coming from the living room.
The maids seemed to have met something happy.
But she was not interested, and without looking at the maids gathered on the sofa in the living room, she walked in the direction of the door of the living room.
"Oh my God, I really didn't expect Butler Grida to be so generous and give us such a precious gift."
"Yes, I heard that this brand of wound ointment costs thousands of dollars a bottle, and the wound will scar the next day when it is applied to the wound, and it will be all cured in less than three days."
"Wow, it's amazing, it's a product of two planets with the Band-Aids we usually use."
"Of course, the rich use hundreds of times better things than the poor."
"Hehe, Butler Greta is so nice" "Well, look, it's Sylliste."
A maid pointed to Cyr, who was walking towards the living room door with a straight face.
The other maids looked in Sill's direction.
One of them looked down at his freshly painted nails and snorted, "She's not an angel, so she needs to be so surprised." ” "It's just, boring."
The maid shook her head and said, "I'm not asking you to look at her, I'm saying that we should give her a copy of the gifts that Mr.
Greta said were for each of us." ” The maids were even more upset to hear that such a precious gift was to be given to Syllister.
But Steward Greta did say that each of these ointments had a box.
They had no choice but to say, "We didn't say we wouldn't give it to her, but she didn't come to take it herself, and we didn't owe her anything, so why should we go up to her with a box of ointment and beg her to take it?"
"Yes."
Ciel, who was walking, heard all the maids' words in his ears.
She was already sulky, and after listening to it, she felt even more irritable.
She stopped and turned her head to look at the maids and said coldly, "I don't come here to get it because I have a lot of this kind of thing at home, it's not rare."
She snorted before continuing in the direction of the gate.
The maids looked at her back with their faces puffed up and breathed a sigh of relief.
This is clearly a mockery that they have not seen the world, and she Sylliste has seen the world.
What's the big deal, no matter how great it is, it's not the same work as a maid like them Cill walked to the door of a dimly lit and quiet study, raised his hand and tapped the door a few times without gentleness.
"Come in."
His cold voice came from within.
Ciel pushed open the door and walked in, glanced at him who was staring at the computer with resentment, and said with his head pinned like a resentful woman, "I'm leaving."
She thought that she had come here to be a maid at most because she was summoned by him, and she was so tired that she couldn't die.
Where did I think I would be insulted like today?
His slender fingers, which were tapping on the keyboard, paused, and looked up at her.
He was silent for a while before asking, "How long have you been here, and then you thought about running away" oshow7 t1706231537: