Chapter 3

Robert stared silently at my instep.

His gaze turned obscure, and his drooping bangs completely covered his eyes.

I only noticed his grip tightening as his hand slid towards the sole of my foot. It tickled, and I reflexively twitched.

Only then did Robert pull off the sock from my other foot.

This guy was not just my attendant but also my caretaker.

He folded the removed white socks in front of me and tucked them into his trouser pocket.

My face heated up. I felt he must have known something to tease me like this.

Otherwise, why would he be so perverse?

I quickly retracted my exposed feet back under the blanket to escape his burning gaze.

I was about to chase him out when his words made my heart race again.

"Is there something you're hiding from me, young master?"

"No."

I didn't dare meet his eyes. Even though I couldn't see his gaze, I could still feel that sharp scrutiny.

I was never good at acting, and my family background made me disdainful of pretense. That was why I didn't dare look up, afraid that my guilty conscience would be revealed by my evasive eyes.

He raised an eyebrow.

Perhaps tonight I had been too lenient with his insubordination, emboldening him. He clearly wasn't planning to let me go.

He continued, "You've been too lenient with me today. Only a child who has done something wrong would try to ease their guilt this way."

He hit the nail on the head. Normally, I would have kicked him twice by now.

But today, I wasn't just afraid of being exposed, and I had a vague sense of guilt towards him.

Originally, he was the exalted one, but here I was, an impostor enjoying the wealth and glory that rightfully belonged to him. Not only that, but I had also bossed him around for years.

I could only continue to deny it. "Enough. Get out of here."

My denial elicited a chuckle from him. "Young master, you’re really bad at lying. After all, it's written all over your face."

I couldn't help but look up at him.

He wore a casual smile as he stared straight at me.

A chill ran down my spine as I asked, "What?"

"It says you cheated on me and absolutely can't let me find out, or else you'll be doomed."

That was quite a detailed description. Was I that obvious?

He almost guessed half of it correctly, but why did he sound like he was a discarded wife?

Seeing my silence, he leaned in closer, pushing his luck.

As he tried to say more, I couldn't take it anymore and kicked him squarely in the chest.

"Get out!"

Robert grunted as he was kicked. He rubbed his chest where I had struck him and obediently got up to take away the cup from the bedside table. He didn't forget to turn off the light and say goodnight before skillfully closing the door behind him.

He reverted to his usual subservience.

The servants passing by naturally heard my angry shout and saw Robert clutching his chest.

A servant wanted to speak up for Robert but swallowed their words upon seeing the happy smile on Robert's face.

It seemed he enjoyed this kind of abuse from me. For him, was it a reward?