"I'm not tired."
Isabella Weaver felt like she couldn't just eat and stay here for free; she had to do some work at least.
She picked up the dishwashing gloves and put them on. Just as she was about to start washing, Harry Hunter grabbed her wrist.
"I'll do it."
Harry took the gloves off Isabella's hands and put them on his own, then said, "Bring me the apron and help me tie it."
Isabella was a bit puzzled, "Why would you need an apron for washing dishes? Isn't that only used for cooking?"
How did she remember that the Weaver Family's maids didn't wear aprons while washing dishes?
"They use them for both cooking and washing dishes. That's what Aunt Hart and the others do."
Isabella had no choice but to tie it for him.
When he got home, he had already taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a crisp white shirt paired with dress pants, which made him look exceptionally tall and handsome, exuding the mature charm of a man that boys in school couldn't match.
