"Pleasure working with you!"
Marinda said, shaking hands with Arthur briefly.
Though she released the grip almost immediately, Arthur was certain that Marinda had indeed become a bit desensitized to him—the tightness in her muscles didn't occur, her hairs didn't stand on end, and her stomach didn't make any strange noises.
This...
Was a good thing, right?
Arthur wasn't too sure.
After all, he hadn't yet witnessed Marinda spitting on someone else.
Who?
Who said she spat on the Countess of South Los?
It definitely wasn't him.
Considering the height difference, if she were to spit, it would surely land right on top of that earl's head.
Pfft!
Arthur suddenly burst out laughing.
Facing Marinda's puzzled look, Arthur waved his hands repeatedly.
"Sorry, sorry, I suddenly thought of something and just couldn't help it," he said.
Arthur went to pour himself some orange tea.
He needed to compose himself.
Marinda looked at Arthur with suspicion.
