Josephine looked at him in a daze. She didn't understand what he said, but her heartbeat was irregular for a second upon seeing the slight sadness in his eyes.
Lewis gazed at her for a moment before laughing self-deprecatingly. He abruptly stood and said while looking at her, "Have a good rest now that you're awake, and don't wander off."
She looked at him eagerly, wanting to ask him to take her to Quintin, but she didn't know how to express it.
Paying no more attention to her, Lewis turned to leave. He didn't slam the door, but she still flinched at the sound of the door closing. He went to the study and stayed there for the rest of the day.
After the last time, Mrs. Larson learned her lesson and dared not be absent-minded. She watched Josephine's door nearly the entire day.
Josephine's menstruation ended several days later. Her stomach stopped aching, and she was back to her usual self. But then Mrs. Larson brought her a bowl of murky concoction, which Josephine refused to take just because of the smell. Mrs. Larson tried her best to coax her and eventually got her to try it, but she spat it out the moment she drank it and ran away bare-footed.
Alarmed, Mrs. Larson immediately gave chase. "Madam, where are you going?"
Josephine ran down the stairs and hid behind the sofa. When Mrs. Larson came after her, she ran to the other side.
Mrs. Larson was unsure if she should laugh at her behavior. "Madam, the herbal concoction is good for your health. Why are you running away from it?"
Josephine held the sofa tightly, watching the older woman vigilantly. The concoction was horrifyingly bitter! She would never drink it!
Mrs. Larson couldn't do anything about that. She racked her brain for words to coax Josephine, yet Josephine didn't give in.
Lewis saw these two playing hide-and-seek straight away when he descended the stairs. He watched Josephine from above. Her hair was unkempt, and her clear eyes stared intently at Mrs. Larson. She'd run away at the first sign of movement.
At Mrs. Larson's age, it was only to be expected that she couldn't catch up with Josephine. She started panting after a few rounds. Looking back, she saw Lewis on the stairs, and her eyes lit up like he was her savior. "Master Lewis, the madam refuses to drink the herbal concoction regardless of how I persuade her. I'm out of ideas."
Josephine heard her and looked toward Lewis.
The man stopped briefly before walking toward Josephine, who knew he was on the same side as Mrs. Larson. Hence, she immediately took off.
However, she couldn't outrun both of them. She turned to run the other way when Mrs. Larson blocked her way, but Lewis was right behind her. Standing still, she pursed her lips and glared at Lewis, seemingly on the verge of crying.
He came to her and stroked her cheek. "Why didn't you take the herbal concoction?"
She moved her lips and put on a pained expression, indicating it was too bitter.
Lewis grasped her wrist and pulled her to the sofa while he signaled Mrs. Larson to bring him the herbal concoction. He told Josephine, "I'll bring you out to play if you drink it."
Josephine blinked and shook her head with determination.
"I'll take you to get something yummy."
She hesitated at this. She thought about all the delicious foods and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Soon, Mrs. Larson brought the bowl over and handed it to Lewis.
"Be a good girl and drink it."
Josephine stared at the black liquid in the bowl. She grimaced, and her eyes spoke loud of her resistance toward it.
"Do you still want to get yummy foods?"
Josephine nodded.
"Then drink it."
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