Chapter Thirty-three
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Feiro headed towards a container where the meats were stored. He reached for a glove near a centralized cabinet with heater on and wore the gloves. And as Marionette watched him touch the raw meat even if not using his bare hands, she grimaced with disgust. Frozen bloods were even visible along the sides of the meat.
She turned away from looking at it, because she couldn't stand the sight.
"Why not let the maidservants do this work, M-My Lord?" she asked, trying to quench her curiosity, and a blush tainted her cheeks upon calling him with such foreign title. She's not yet used to it and it rolls awkwardly on her tongue.
"My mother does not come without any notice, I usually give this task to someone.." he paused, and she quickly turned back to gaze at him
