Jeanne looked at the pile of clothes in her room and felt like breaking down.
'Isn't Fourth Master Swan very busy?
'Isn't he very mysterious?
'Didn't they say that he's cold and abstinent, and that strangers aren't allowed to get close to him?!
'They're f*cking lies!
'Fourth Master Swan is a lunatic!'
Jeanne took a deep breath to calm herself down.
After all, it was not a bad thing for someone to give her clothes. She did not need to... panic.
Just as she was adjusting her emotions, there was a knock on the door.
Jeanne frowned.
It was early in the morning. Could she take a break?
The servant at the door said, "Eldest Young Lady, Old Master wants you to go to his room."
Jeanne's eyes narrowed, and the corner of her mouth curled into a cold smile.
She said, "Help me tidy up the clothes in my room."
The servant was a little unwilling.
