Chapter 777: Silas’s Punishment
Chapter 777: Chapter 777: Silas’s Punishment
She’d apologised so many times. In the morning before he left. At night when he returned.And every time, he’d only looked at her with that impossible gentleness, as though she hadn’t tried to throw herself into danger for his sake.
For a moment she became terrified... what if he never forgave her?
Ivy pressed her palms against her eyes. ’Stop it. He’s still here. You’re still here.’
The smell of eggs drifted in from the kitchen. Her stomach responded with an undignified growl.
Today felt different.
She couldn’t pinpoint why; maybe it was the way the apartment seemed quieter or the fact that she’d slept deeper than she had in days.
Either way, when she swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded toward the door, the kitchen was empty.
A single plate sat on the counter, covered with a cloth. Beside it, a note in Silas’s neat handwriting:
’Wash up first. I’ll provide your clothes.’
Ivy blinked at the paper. Odd. But then, everything about Silas was precise in ways she still didn’t fully understand.
She ate quickly, rinsed her plate, and headed to the bathroom.
The shower was hot enough to turn her skin pink.
When she finally stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
A pile of fabric sat just outside on the hallway floor. Ivy crouched down.
Black with white lace trim. A little apron with a tiny bow at the back. Her face went hot. A maid’s outfit.
For a long moment she just stared at it, water dripping from her hair onto the floorboards. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Silas had never been particularly adventurous in that department; he was gentle, attentive, almost reverent when he touched her.
If he wanted to play, if this was his way of bridging the distance that had grown between them this past week, then she wasn’t going to disappoint him.
She dropped the towel.
The dress hit her mid-thigh, the apron ties crisscrossing at her lower back, and she took her time fastening every little button, adjusting the lace headband in the mirror.
Her pink eyes were bright with something between embarrassment and anticipation.
’Alright, Silas. Let’s play.’