I looked up and saw that he wasn’t alone.
He brought Adele back with him.
I quickly looked away, pretending I didn’t notice her, but Sebastian clearly wasn’t happy with my cold reaction.
He stepped in front of me, frowning. “There’s glass all over the floor. What if Christian steps on it and gets hurt?”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “What now? Do you really think I’m the maid in this house?”
His face stiffened for a second. Then he frowned deeper. “All I asked was for you to clean the floor. Do you really need to act like this? You’re the only one in this house who does nothing all day. If you’re not cleaning it, should I be doing it?”
From behind him, Adele peeked her head out and knelt down playfully to pick up a shard.
“Let me, Sebastian,” she said sweetly. “Polly is your wife, after all. She may think of herself as an elegant lady.She’s far too refined for chores like this—oh!”
She yelped mid-sentence.
Her finger had been pricked by the glass. A tiny drop of blood welled up, very little, and it disappeared in an instant.
But Sebastian was very worried, rushed to her side, immediately grabbed her hand and placing it in his mouth, panicked.