His eyes lit up.
He looked up at her. "Massage? Will you do that for me?"
Queeny was speechless.
Her smile vanished and she said angrily, "You wish! Do it yourself!"
Then she got up and walked out angrily.
Felix didn't expect her to be angry at first, and he didn't even realize he was wrong.
Next thing he knew, she was at the door and he realized what he had said. "Oh, I didn't mean that," he said hastily. "Don't get your head around it, I..."
"Whatever you mean by that."
Queeny turned around and said, "I'm telling you, put all your crazy thoughts about me away, or else... Hum!"
She raised her small fist in a threatening gesture before striding out.
Felix felt wronged.
Seriously wronged.
He sat there thinking he hadn't done anything. It was her that had come up with everything. How could it be his fault in the end?
He sighed helplessly and could not help but think that the girl's mind was really hard to guess.
The ancients did not deceive him.
He turned to look at the bottle of essential oil Queeny had left behind, picked it up and looked at it.
He pictured a woman massaging him with it, and a smile came to his lips.
Well... It would be nice if she really wanted to.
On the other hand.
Queeny left in a huff, and as soon as she reached the stairs, her pace slowed.
She wasn't really angry.
It was not anger so much as her own state of mind in which she did not know how to respond to Felix's flirting.
Although she has learned to cherish the people around her, and not to pay too much attention to the past.
But knowing the truth was one thing, and being able to do it yourself was another.
She could not really forget, or let go of, what had happened before. So naturally, there was no way for her to go straight back to him as if nothing had happened.
Queeny thought she preferred the current relationship to that one.
They were not as sticky as a couple. They were more like comrades-in-arms, friends, trusted partners who could give their backs to each other.
She always felt that she was lucky to have such a person in the world anyway.
As for the rest, she didn't want to think about it yet.
They would play it by ear and see what happened.
With these thoughts she was relieved and walked briskly downstairs.
Downstairs, Ella was talking to a maid who was cleaning vases.
She looked up to see her coming down, then she greeted the maid and trotted over, smiling, "Miss Horton!"
Queeny nodded.
Because the bottle of essential oil had been tested and found to be clean, Queeny realized she was overthinking it.
She actually suspected Ella had done something to the bottle of Flowers Oil because she had fallen asleep twice.
Although it was troubled times and it was right for her to be cautious.
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