396. DUKE LITTLE MAID
KATHERINE
With exaggerated gestures, I understood once again that he wanted to throw the rug inside the fabric cover onto the floor, and the water was to remove the dust from the cold tiles.
"I'll do it," he growled when I tried to help. "Alright, alright, wild one, fine..."
Watching that massive beast clumsily passing a wet rag over the space in front of the fireplace almost made me burst out laughing in his face.
A giggle escaped me as I saw him scrubbing diligently, completely focused, like