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Chapter 22

"I'm drying a floor, not running a marathon." Helena frowned in outrage at my response.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to do that."

"May I know why?" I questioned critically, already imagining what would come next.

"Because... You don't do these things." she explained awkwardly, gesturing toward the cloths and the floor. I frowned, almost offended by her statement.

"As far as I know, I have hands and all the limbs that enable me to perform any kind of task, Helena. I don't understand your point." I acidly rebutted. She sighed and touched her temples for a few seconds, then looked at me again.

"You understood what I meant."

"No, I don't. Why don't I do 'those things'? "I insisted. Helena huffed impatiently.

"Do you really want me to clarify? I thought just the place you live in already made it implied." She retorted, tipping her head slightly to the side with a smile at the corners of her lips.

I remained with a displeased and closed expression.

"Did you assume a character
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