The White Lady's Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

Lorna?!” Lauren's mouth dropped open, stunned to see a nervous Lorna standing there. She glanced back and forth between her brother and the maid, trying to connect the dots. “Please don't tell Mom, I'd do anything–just don't tell mom about us.” Arrow moved in front of Lorna, protectively. Lorna's gaze lingered on his broad figure in front of her, blocking her from view. Her pulse still racing from the moment she'd slipped out of the closet. Lauren blinked, speechless. When did her brother start acting like this? Desperate? Protective? “Us?” she murmured back, her brows rising. “You just got here–how are you professing love to a maid in such a short period of time?!” She barely gave him a chance to respond before shifting her attention abruptly to Lorna. “And you, Lorna…seriously?! I didn't expect this from you. Feelings? for him? All of a sudden?” Lorna lowered her head, avoiding Lauren's gaze in shame. Arrow's frown deepened, noticing her demeanor. “Hey, don't sco

“Lorna…” Lady Stella repeated, uttering the name slowly, as if measuring its weight. “Get her for me.” The words fell softly, yet with a gravity the maid didn't miss. She lowered her head in a slight bow, a smile tugged at her lips, before leaving the study. Lady Stella remained still, her gaze grew aloof, her thoughts whirling. Why had Arrow taken such a strange interest in a maid? She recalled sending Lorna to serve him on the night of his arrival, dismissing the details as irrelevant at the time. But now– Was it because she was that maid? A knock on the door snapped Lady Stella from her thoughts. She drew in a deep breath before uttering a low, “come in.” The door squealed open, and Lorna stepped inside, her movements careful. She shut it quietly behind her, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in the room. Then with cautious steps, she approached the desk–Lady Stella’s gaze fixed on her, unwavering, assessing. “You sent for me, my Lady,” Lorna spoke f

A figure lingered in the shadowed corner of the hallway, eavesdropping on every word. When the conversation ended, they walked away–swift, silent, as if running away with stolen cheese to feed hungry mice–until they reached their final destination: Lady Stella’s quarters.^^^^^Lorna sighed, folding a clean sheet between her fingers. Twenty more awaited her but her mind drifted far from the laundry room.She was alone–just her thoughts and the hum of the washing machine–she could only stew in silence. She wasn't having an affair with her mistress’s son–so why did the accusation burn so deeply.Well they’d only had one night together, and nothing more. Since then, she’d been avoiding him–and whatever it was he thought he could build between them. Last she checked, this was her mistress's home…her mistress's son. That was not a combination anyone survived.“Did Lorna really think she had a chance with our Lady's son? What a lowlife,” a voice sneered outside the laundry room. They we