"Are you acting up now?" A voice spoke.
I looked up and saw that the voice belonged to Hendrix. He stood not far away and was looking at me, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. I instinctively tried to stand up.
Then again, I thought there was no point trying to fix my image as he had already seen this side of me, so I gave up, tired.
Somewhat irritated, I said, "It's none of your business!"
He took a step forward, saying, "I'm not trying to butt into your business, but are you going to ruin these pears, that were picked through so much work?"
I pursed my lips, paused, and picked up the fruits that were covered in mud. I held it out to him and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
He looked as if he was holding back a smile.
He didn't take it, instead he just looked at me and said, "Get up then, Master Attwood is still waiting to eat these!"
After that, he left. He probably didn't even want to help me. My breath hitched for a moment. Did he come here just to watch me make a fool of myself?
I was completely covered in mud. When I arrived at the base, Hugo was sitting on the steps and resting. When he saw me, his jaw dropped.
"Miss Reid, did you fall into a trap?"
I pursed my lips in shame. "Sort of!"
Fortunately, he still had a sense of conscience. He held back his laughter and took the fruits from my hand, which were covered in dirt, and then walked off to wash them.
He looked back and said, "There is a bathroom over there at the base. You should hurry and take a wash. But you don't have any clothes with you, so if you don't mind, I could lend you mine for the time being!"
Aside from this solution, I couldn't think of any other way at the moment. What more could I do?
I nodded. When I saw Hugo coming over with the clothes in his arms, I said gratefully, "I have clothes here. Thank you!"
When he saw this, he smiled and said, "No problem, I'll be heading for work now then."
After washing myself in the bathroom, I came out with the muddy clothes in my hands. The clothes were covered with dirt. I rinsed my clothes, but because had no way to dry them, I had to fold them up and put them back in the bag.
When I came out, Evan looked me up and down. Seeing that I was all cleaned up, he said in a serious tone, "Miss Reid, I'll go first."
I nodded and thanked him.
After a busy day, I originally intended to go home already. But I met Hugo who invited me to dinner. "Miss Reid, Evan just came to inform me that we will be having dinner together later. So don't head home just yet!"
I frowned. "Didn't we just eat together earlier?"
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