Drusilla glanced at him, her tone light but firm, "Be back early tonight, okay?"
He looked up, an edge of defiance in his voice, "I refuse."
"...Fine, have it your way then," Drusilla sighed, shaking her head at his child-like stubbornness. Since when did asking him to come home early become a request he'd balk at?
After Enoch had left, Drusilla decided to catch some sleep.
Waking up later, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she called out.
The maid entered, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and greeted her, "Ma'am, you're awake?"
Drusilla raised an eyebrow. It wasn't time for housekeeping.
The maid placed the flowers in a vase, adding, "These are from Mr. Taylor."
Drusilla couldn't help but smirk at the vibrant flowers, a silent admission from the man who'd so vehemently refused to come home early. So, he wasn't as indifferent as he pretended to be.
Leaning back, she felt a pleasant warmth bloom in her chest at the gesture.
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Lilith eventually came out, looking distressed. "Mom, look at this," she gestured towards her wardrobe. "My clothes are all wrinkled; I can't wear them like this."
Saskia was taken aback. She had only meant to help. "I can iron them for you," she offered.
"No, it's fine. Just... please don't touch my clothes anymore. I'll handle it," Lilith said, closing the door behind her.
Saskia stood there, feeling a mix of sadness and frustration. She turned to Harlan, "Is it such a big deal to fold clothes? Why can't she wear them now?"
Harlan glanced at his mother, his voice flat, "Just leave her things alone from now on. She'll get someone to take care of it."

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