Sean finished his warning, and as he turned back to Rosemary, his gaze softened into pure adoration,
"Come on, let's head upstairs for some fruit."
Rosemary nodded, following Sean closely.
The basement door locked behind them, and Serena lay submerged in the icy water, her fists clenched in humiliation as tears overflowed from her eyes.
In the living room.
Sean carefully peeled the skin off a grape, trying his best to be gentle, yet the surface of the fruit still ended up looking pitted and rough - not smooth at all.
He had never peeled fruit for himself before. Firstly, because he found it bothersome, and secondly, because the servants usually prepared the fruit, peeling it and presenting it ready to eat.
He hadn't even peeled the likes of lychees before.
"What a mess," Sean was dissatisfied with his peeled grape, and tossed it into the trash before attempting another.
