Volume 2, Chapter 48: The Lotus Flower Emerges from the Water

"Go take a bath first, and then I'll settle the score with you," he said, slamming the door shut with a menacing tone.

What score do we have to settle? I've been trying to save him all this time.

"Get going!" he barked at me. "Or do you plan to wear that trashy tablecloth indefinitely?"

A dress worth hundreds of thousands, and he calls it a trashy tablecloth? But it's no surprise; after the disaster that unfolded earlier, the dress had ended up smeared with delicious sauces, drinks, cream, pastry remnants, and bits of meat. At this moment, if I were to serve as a live backdrop for some cleaning product commercial, they could skip all the prep work.

"Let's get one thing straight, the happenings of this evening are not my fault," I said without daring to look at his face, glancing around and heading towards where I assumed the bathroom would be.