What Are You Trying to Do
Lily Evans burst into tears as soon as she saw Alexander Hayes. "Damn it, I just got home and wanted a bath. Why are you barging in here in the middle of the night? Get out!"
Alexander Hayes looked extremely anxious. "Come with me, quick! My wife said her stomach hurts in the middle of the night!"
Lily Evans shoved Alexander Hayes's hand away in disgust. "Go, go, go! You come to me for every little illness. Doesn't your manor have its own doctor?"
"The manor's doctor is nothing compared to you! Come on, Little Si, Little Feather." Alexander Hayes leaned in, his face full of sycophantic flattery, nearly sticking his head into the bath bucket. Lily Evans was startled and quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself. "What the hell are you staring at! I'm naked in the bath!"
"Of course you're naked, it's a bath! Stop washing and come give my wife a checkup first." Without waiting for a response, Alexander Hayes started pulling Lily Evans out of the bath bucket.
Naturally, Lily Evans resisted. After months away, she finally got home for a hot bath—how could she not cherish it!?
"I'm not going! I haven't even scrubbed my back yet, and I'm uncomfortable!" Lily Evans shook off Alexander Hayes.
"Scrub your back? No problem!" Alexander Hayes immediately grabbed a bath towel and, with one hand, pinned the unsuspecting Lily Evans to the edge of the tub.
Lily Evans stuck her butt out, struggling and blushing furiously. "Alexander Hayes, you bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"I'm scrubbing your back for you! Once you feel good, you'll come with me!" Alexander Hayes hummed a little tune and started scrubbing Lily Evans's back with the towel.
"You—get away! Who told you to scrub my back? Get off... ah, that feels good, right there, a bit higher, harder... Left side, scrub the left too, ahh, that's great!"
Half protesting, half giving in, Lily Evans relented. Alexander Hayes was strong, and his scrubbing made Lily Evans feel completely relaxed, as if ten pounds had been lifted from her back.
Once she was clean and comfortable, Lily Evans finally climbed out of the tub and slowly started getting dressed.
Alexander Hayes waited anxiously nearby—Mrs. Penny had just complained of stomach pain, and he was frantic. Watching Lily Evans dawdle over dressing, Alexander Hayes marched over to the bed, grabbed a big quilt, and, without warning, wrapped Lily Evans up like a roll and slung her over his shoulder.
Lily Evans saw this and exploded, cursing loudly: "Put me down, damn it! What do you think you're doing? I'm not some concubine being summoned to bed—put me down!"
"Hey, a real man doesn't sweat the small stuff. Don't worry about the details—you take forever to get dressed, this is much faster." Alexander Hayes chuckled, and with Lily Evans slung over his shoulder, dashed out, sprinting through the Evans Residence.
On the way, they ran into the night patrol, who at first thought they were seeing a pair of burglars. But looking closer, they realized it was Alexander Hayes from the neighboring manor carrying Lily Evans, the senior master of the Evans Residence. Lily Evans, blushing furiously, struggled in mock protest, only to be silenced by a slap on the butt from Alexander Hayes.
The crowd immediately put on knowing smiles and, in unison, turned away, pretending not to see a thing. "Excuse us, excuse us, we'll patrol over there instead."
Lily Evans glared at the useless Evans Residence servants, furious, and her butt stung badly—Alexander Hayes's slap had really packed a punch!
Alexander Hayes carried the quilt-wrapped Lily Evans back to his room, collecting countless "huh?", "tsk", "oh!", and "wow!" from the Hayes family's hidden guards along the way. Finally, he dumped Lily Evans on the floor and rushed off to Mrs. Penny: "Honey, does your stomach still hurt? Are you okay? I brought Lily Evans—just hang in there!"