Actually... Emma indeed didn't know, just by licking her lips, one could think of that aspect.
She shook the bag in her hand, "Alright, uncle, let's go upstairs, we should rest, it's getting late."
Declan Darcy stood up, "Hmm."
Emma secretly let out a sigh of relief, thankfully, Mr. Darcy wasn't that angry anymore.
Back in the room, after Emma had taken a bath and was wearing pajamas while drying her hair, Declan Darcy walked past her and then entered the bathroom.
Emma didn't mind and continued to dry her hair. When it was half-dry, she turned off the hairdryer and let her hair air dry naturally.
As soon as she turned off the hairdryer, she heard Mr. Darcy's voice from the bathroom.
"Emmy."
"Ah? I'm here, what's up?"
"The shower gel is gone, ask the servant to bring a bottle over."
Emma's heart jumped when she heard his words.
Oh no, could it be that Mr. Darcy had started to order her around again?
The shadow of being enslaved last night was still lingering in her heart!
