Baron Oscar lay in a white porcelain bathtub, with soft sunlight shining through the glass windows, casting a golden mist on the hot steam. His long brown curly hair was wet, sticking to his broad back in strands, and the water flowed down his texture one after another.
I slowly poured hot water into the bathtub, washing away the petals and revealing the Baron's naked body.
"Don't pour it, the water is very hot, "the Baron said displeasedly.
"Yes, my Lord." I quickly put down the bucket and asked in a low voice, "Would you like me to wipe your back?"
The Baron raised his eyebrows unclearly. We looked at each other for a moment, then he looked away. "No, no need.
I think the water was so hot that the Baron's face turned red.
I looked at the clock on the table and said, "My Lord, dinner starts at six o 'clock. Shall we take our bath now?"
The baron nodded and said, "Well, otherwise I won't be able to make it."
I unfurled the long blanket and stood behind the bathtub. As the Baron rose from the tub, I wrapped the blanket around him from behind. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I felt the Baron's body stiffen.
He quickly grasped the corners of the blanket, wrapped himself in it, and said, "Well, you go out, I'll do it myself."
I was surprised that he didn't need me to take a shower or dress him. In his past life, he was not like this. He wished I could do everything that was close to him. I have been honest with him more than once or twice. At that time, I was quite disgusted and often had to face a naked male body. But now I want to help, but he doesn't let me do it.
"Yes, my Lord." I put my clothes in front of him and said, "I'm going to leave now."
...
It's been a busy day for Bruce, and the ladies are all excited about the start of social season. Even though it was cold outside, nothing could resist the enthusiasm of the party.
The Viscountess herself directed the maids: "Move this over there... The carpet needs new... No such fruit..."
Aaron, the butler, said to me, 'Does the Baron no longer need to be served?'
"Yes, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Of course, of course, it's getting crazy. Go and receive the musicians." 'said the butler.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, all the guests arrived at Momon Manor, with men riding tall horses and women sitting in luxurious carriages. As a male servant, I have been waiting patiently in the icy snow to welcome these distinguished guests, which makes me feel cold and hungry, and my mood is extremely poor.
Before I could eat some food and fill my stomach, I was called to the lobby to serve the distinguished guests for dinner.
The Lady Shirley, who had shown interest in me, shook her fan gently and said to me, "It is you, you served me well last time, and you will serve me this time."
I stood beside her with a smile, attentively serving her wine and vegetables, while intentionally passing on affection to her.
This woman, though a widow, was a very rich widow; her son was a baron, and she had a great deal of land in the south of Yorkshire. I don't mind being her lover, and this woman can help me get there.
'Oh! Mrs. Shirley dropped her fan by accident, and she glanced up at me.
I watched her with a slight smile at the corner of my mouth, knelt down at her feet, picked up the fan from the ground, and whispered in her ear, "Madam, your fan."
She took it with a smile, winked at me like a playful teenager, and I heard her whisper, "Thank you."
See? She's interested in me. The communication between us is limited to a look, a smile, and we seem to have a little secret. In a previous life I would not have disdained such a method at all, I thought it was very vulgar and beneath the dignity of a man, and now I really have to thank God for giving me such a good look.
It was only a minor incident, but everyone at the table saw it. They looked different, but they didn't say anything, as if they hadn't seen anything. It is not surprising that a rich widow would want to take a footman as her lover. Sometimes the master of the footman would even encourage this behavior, and his excellent behavior strengthened the friendship between the two families.
But Viscountess Bruce smiled contemptuously, spread out her fan, whispered to her companion, and then giggled. Mrs. Shirley didn't seem to care about other people's eyes and comments at all. She scanned my body | and then smiled with satisfaction.
After dinner, the guests gathered in the hall on the second floor for a dance. On the crystal chandelier on the roof, dozens of candles are lit, and the candles on the walls are also shining, and the originally dark hall becomes brilliant, just like day.
Some of the ladies went back to their rooms to change their clothes, and as a noble woman, they had to change their clothes at least four times a day, for going out, afternoon tea, dinner, banquet, etc. When there are many activities, it is possible to change more than a dozen sets of clothes a day.
The gentlemen and ladies who remained in the ballroom were already dancing to the melodious sound of the lute. It was a collective dance, men and women standing in a row, each with his or her own partner.
I walked around the dance floor with a plate. There were glasses of red wine on the plate for the non-dancing guests to savour.
Baron Oskar was talking to several gentlemen, and when he saw me with the tray, he suddenly said goodbye to the gentlemen and came towards me.
He picked up a glass of wine from my tray and said sarcastically, "You've been really busy tonight."
I wanted to answer yes, I have been busy from the afternoon until now, and I have not even eaten dinner, but my mouth said humbly: "It is my honor to do my duty, my Lord."
"Hum." He gave an impertinent sneer and walked away with an ugly face.
I didn't know what I had done to offend him, and it was so difficult to guess the Lord's mind that I sighed.
The party continued until midnight, and the guests finally got tired. They were guided by the servants to their respective rooms, and the lively Momong Manor quieted down.
I carried a candle and led the way before Baron Oskar. I noticed that the Baron was still very unhappy, not only in his cold look, but also in the fact that he had danced only two group dances and never performed again. Ignoring the vague hints of the third lady Catherine, he only stood chatting with a few gentlemen in the corner.
A fire had long since lit in the Baron's bedroom, and it was very warm.
As I was about to retire, he suddenly straightened his bow tie and said, "Aren't you going to wait on me to rest?"
I was stunned for a moment, and hurried forward to undo the baron's bow tie, and then unbuttoned his coat. The light in the room was very weak, and the buttons were not easy to unbutton, so I bent my head close to see more clearly.
"Do you always do this? "The Baron's hoarse voice sounded in his ear." Seize every opportunity to seduce the nobles around you? "
My hand froze and I looked up at him, his brown eyes dark in the dim light of the fire, full of my reflection.
"To keep courting a hunchback like me, and a fat woman like that? Huh?" His broad palm suddenly grasped my collar and slowly moved closer to me.
I don't know how to argue with him. I did seduce Lady Shirley on purpose today, but to say that I seduce him is kind of...
Seeing my silence, he angrily pushed me away and shouted, "Get out!" Don't ever appear in front of me! You filthy bitch!"
I stumbled out of the baron's room, breathing heavily against the wall, my eyes closed in the darkness.
Maybe he likes me again, otherwise why so angry.
Should've stayed away from him, I guess...
...
"The Baron says you don't want to serve him?" The housekeeper asked me.
"Yes, I have done something wrong that has made my Lord Baron angry." I said.
"Oh, that's all right, after all, you're not trained as a valet, and it's understandable that you've upset your lordship, and I'll let him know." Do not appear where the Baron is nearest."
"Yes, Sir."
When the housekeeper was leaving, I met Betty.
She was carrying a bucket, and she was holding a dirty rag in her hand. When the little girl saw me, her face was red and she did not dare to lift her head. She hurried past like a rabbit.
In my last life, this girl was hopelessly fond of me, and said she loved me and would do anything for me, while I was in love with Miss Catherine.
I used her so many times in order to be promoted to senior footman and even butler, that she took the fall for me and was banished from the house.
Maybe I was born to be a snake.
How can someone like me deserve to give everything for me? How could they fall in love with someone as despicable as me? Did you just fall in love with my appearance?