The thing Yvonne regretted most about that night was biting Kenneth's leg.
Kenneth was the kind of man who held grudges over the smallest things. She had no idea how many times he had bitten her thigh, leaving behind a trail of bruises that were both embarrassing and strangely suggestive.
The next morning, when Yvonne opened her eyes, the sun was already shining outside. The person who had been beside her was long gone. Her clean clothes were still placed nearby. After getting dressed, a servant led her downstairs for breakfast.
Some of the servants here had physical disabilities. Some couldn't speak, some had difficulty walking, and others had nowhere else to turn. Kenneth knew how hard life was for these people and that many of them couldn't survive on their own in society. Perhaps he
