Baron Oscar was lying in the white porcelain bathtub, and the soft sunlight came in through the transparent glass windows, reflecting the hot water vapor into a golden mist. His long brown curly hair was wet, strands stuck to his broad back, and the water rolled down his texture.
I slowly poured hot water into the bathtub, the water washed away the petals in the bathtub, and the baron's luǒ body was looming.
"Don't pour, the water is very hot," the baron said displeased.
"Yes, my lord." I quickly put down the bucket and asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to wipe your back?"
The baron raised his eyebrows and looked unclear. We looked at each other for a while, before he looked away: "No need, no need."
I think the water is too hot, and Lord Baron's face is blushing.
I looked at the clock on the table and reminded him: "My lord, the dinner starts at 6 o'clock, should I go out now?"
The baron nodded and said, "Well, otherwise it will be too late."
I spread out the long blanket and stood behind the bathtub. When the Baron got up from the bathtub, I wrapped the blanket around his body from behind him. I don't know if it is an illusion, I feel that Lord Baron's body stiffens.
He quickly grabbed the two corners of the blanket, wrapped himself up, and said, "Okay, you can go out and I will do it myself."
I was surprised that he neither needed me to serve him in the bath nor want me to serve him in dressing. He was not like this in his previous life, as he wished I would do everything personally. I faced his naked body countless, and at that time, I was quite disgusted. But now I want to help, but he won't let me do it.
"Yes, sir." I put my clothes in front of him and said, "I'm leaving first."
...
Today, Bruce House is busy for the arrival of the social season, which makes the ladies all excited. Although it was still cold outside, the enthusiasm of the prom couldn't be resisted by the weather.
The Viscountess directed the maids: "Remove this there...the carpet needs to be replaced...no this fruit..."
Butler Aaron said to me, "Is there no longer any need to serve the Baron?"
"Yes, is there anything I can help?"
"Of course, of course, the house is fired up, you can go and receive those musicians." The butler ordered.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, all the guests arrived at Mormon Manor. The gentlemen were riding tall horses and the ladies were sitting in luxurious carriages. As a footman, I have been waiting to greet these distinguished guests in the ice and snow, which makes me cold and hungry, and I am in a crappy mood.
Before I had any food to comfort my stomach, I was called to the hall to serve the guests for dinner.
That Mrs. Shirley, who had shown interest in me, shook her fan and said to me: "It's you. You served me well last time. You will serve me this time."
I smiled and stood beside her, graciously serving her wine and vegetables, deliberately flirting with her during the period.
Although this woman was a widow, she was a very wealthy widow. Her son was a baron and she owned a large piece of land in southern Yorkshire. I don't mind being her beau, this woman can help me achieve my goals.
"Oh!" Mrs. Shirley's fan accidentally fell to the ground, when she raised her head and glanced at me.
I watched her, smiled at the corner of my mouth, knelt on one knee at her feet, picked up the fan on the ground, approached her, and whispered in her ear: "Madam, your fan."
She took it with a smile and winked at me like a naughty girl, and I heard her whisper: "Thank you."
Look, she is interested in me. The flow between us is limited to one look and one smile, but we seem to have a little secret. In my last life, I didn't bother with this method at all. I thought it was very unpopular and undermined the dignity of a man. Now I really want to thank God for giving me such a good look.
Although it was just an incident, everyone at the table saw it. They showed different face but didn't express any opinions, as if they hadn't seen anything. A wealthy widow wants to find a footman to be her lover. In fact, there is nothing to fuss about. Sometimes the master of the footman even encourages this behavior. The footman's excellent performance could deepen the friendship between the two families.
But at this time, Viscountess Bruce showed a contemptuous smile. She unfolded her fan, whispered to the female companion next to her, and then giggled. Mrs. Shirley didn't seem to care about other people's sights and comments. She blatantly scanned my body and then smiled with satisfaction.
After dinner, the guests gathered in the hall on the second floor for a dance party. On the roof of crystal chandeliers, dozens of candles were all lit, and the candles on the walls were shining brightly, and the originally dark hall became radiant, just like daylight.
Some ladies went back to the room to change clothes. As a noble lady, she had to change her clothes four times a day, to cope with going out, afternoon tea, dinner, banquets, etc. When there is a lot of activity, you can change more than a dozen sets of clothes a day.
The gentlemen and ladies who stayed in the ballroom were already dancing to the melody of the piano. This is a collective dance, where men and women stand in a row, and each has its own partner.
I was holding a plate and shuttled around the dance hall. There are a few glasses of red wine on the plate for guests who are not dancing.
Baron Oscar was talking with several gentlemen. When he saw me carrying the plate, he suddenly excused himself to the gentlemen and walked towards me.
He picked up a glass of red wine in my tray, with a very ironic tone: "You are really busy tonight."
I want to answer that yes, I have been busy in the afternoon until now, and I have not even eaten dinner, but humbly said, "It is my honor to be able to do my duty, sir."
"Huh." He let out a rude sneer, then left with a long face.
I really don't know how I offended him. This master's mind is too hard to guess, and I can't help but sigh.
The party lasted until midnight, and the guests were finally tired. Under the guidance of their servants, they went to their rooms, and the lively Momon Manor fell silent.
I hold a candle and lead the way in front of Baron Oscar. I noticed that the Baron was still very unhappy. This unhappiness was not only manifested in his cold expression but also reflected in the fact that he only performed two group dances and never played again. He ignored the faint hints of the third lady, Catherine, and only chatted with a few gentlemen in the corner the whole night.
The fireplace has been on in the baron's bedroom long time, and the room was very warm.
When I was about to retreat, he suddenly adjusted his bow tie: "Don't you need to serve me to rest?"
I froze for a moment, and quickly stepped forward to unbutton the bow tie for the Baron, and then unbuttoned his coat. The fire in the room was very weak, and the buttons were not easy to untie. I lowered my head to get closer, wanting to see more clearly.
"Are you always like this?" The baron's dark voice sounded in his ears: "Seize every opportunity to seduce the nobles around you?"
My hand froze suddenly, and I raised my head to look at him. Under the dim firelight, his brown eyes became pitch black, and my eyes were full of reflections.
"Seducing a hunchback like me and the kind of fat piggy woman? Huh?" His broad palm suddenly grabbed my collar, and then slowly approached me.
I don't know how to refute him. I did deliberately seduce Mrs. Shirley today, but I never seduced him...
When he saw me being silent, he pushed me away angrily, and said loudly: "Get out! Don't show up in front of me from now on! You dirty scumbag!"
I stumbled out of the baron's room, leaning against the wall and panting roughly, closing my eyes tightly in the darkness.
Maybe he fell for me again, otherwise, why is he so angry.
I should have been staying far away from him, I think...
...
"The Lord Baron said he doesn't want you to serve him anymore?" Aaron Butler asked me.
"Yes, I did something wrong and made Lord Baron angry," I said.
"Oh, it's okay. After all, you have not received the training of being a valet. It is understandable to make Lord Baron angry. I will tell the master. You should not show up where Lord Baron recently."
"Yes, sir."
When I left the butler, I met Betty.
She was carrying a bucket with a dirty rag in her hand. The little girl flushed nervously when she saw me, she didn't even dare to lift her head, and hurriedly passed by like a rabbit.
In the last life, this girl fell in love with me hopelessly. She said that she loved me and was willing to do anything for me. At that time, I was in love with Miss Catherine.
In order to be promoted to a senior doorman or even a valet, I used her many times. In the end, she carried a scapegoat for me and was kicked out of the manor.
Maybe I was born a sinister villain.
How can a person like me deserve everything for me? How can they fall in love with a despicable person like me? Is it just the crush on my face?