Chapter 12 Dreaming of Washing My Underwear for Me

• With a frosty tone, Ferdinand berated, "Brandon, she’s your sister-in-law. Watch yourself!" Though Summer was merely his wife by title and he felt no affection toward her, he wouldn’t allow anyone to step out of line with her—not even his own brother, Brandon! Sending a glance to his assistant, he instructed, "Take him out." The assistant caught on quickly and stepped forward to pull Brandon away. "Apologies, Master Brandon." Brandon showed reluctance. "Let me go! I haven’t even gotten a proper look at my sister-in-law. Does she truly deserve my big brother..." In moments, he was hauled off, and as the assistant departed, he made sure to close the door securely behind him.
• The room settled into silence once more, and Summer’s heart grew restless. Unable to resist the growing uneasiness, she took the initiative and directed her words to Ferdinand. "Didn’t I play my part perfectly just now?" Ferdinand’s gaze lingered on her face, his voice cool and unruffled. "So?" She maintained a straight expression. "So, I was hoping you might spare me and won’t throw me out. I can keep up this cooperation." Upon hearing this, his eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a darker edge. "I hadn’t pegged you for someone who can adapt so quickly." With a menacing glint in his eye, he held her gaze. "Do you really think that small display of cooperation is enough to earn you a place here?"
• She realized that he wasn't likely to agree easily, so she pressed on, "I understand this sounds too simple. However, I assure you that if you allow me to stay, I'll be completely compliant—serving tea, cooking, doing laundry, making the bed, keeping it warm for you. I’ll be at your disposal every hour of the day. If I ever fall short, then… you could… I would…" In truth, she wasn’t sure what kind of punishment would even interest him, but her words seemed to spark his curiosity. With a faint smirk, he regarded her with keen interest, "And what exactly would you do?"